Fang Tianfeng looked at his master.

Contrary to the suave name "Master", this person's physiognomy is more suitable for another nickname, the butcher. His face was full of flesh, and there were many wounds on his face, which at first glance looked very hideous, enough to scare a timid child. It's just that his gaze is unusually calm, but behind this calmness, there seems to be a crazy beast hidden.

The only thing that can be associated with the word "master" is his slightly thin body.

The master was smiling, but his eyes were trembling slightly, and his heartbeat was not steady.

The blood stains on his body were glaring.

Fang Tianfeng smiled and said, "I saw it, the water you used to make tea was a little cold, and you delayed the time when you called." However, I walked this far and happened to be thirsty, so I had a drink. ”

Fang Tianfeng said and walked to the sofa in the living room.

As soon as the master changed, he didn't expect Fang Tianfeng to see a qiē before entering the door.

Fang Tianfeng continued: "Do you like to drink green tea? Looking at the shape of this tea and the fragrance, it should be Longjing, right? Fang Tianfeng said and took a sip gently. It's just that recently, he often drinks Pu'er with a stronger taste, and then drinks light green tea, which is a little uncomfortable.

"Master Fang's good eyesight is the West Lake Shifeng Longjing. Longjing is the first of the top ten famous teas in China, and Shifeng Longjing is the first of Longjing. The master sat aside and poured himself tea.

A little tea spilled out.

Master's hand was shaking.

The teacup in Fang Tianfeng's hand was stable.

"It's good." Fang Tianfeng said and poured himself another glass.

The master smiled and said: "This is a friend who gave it, it is difficult to buy, and the price is better than gold." If Master Fang likes it, I'll pack it before leaving. ”

"Well, if you like it, I'll take it myself." Fang Tianfeng said indifferently.

The master took a sip of tea, as if to flush down something that choked his throat.

"Drink tea to nourish your heart, you must drink it slowly, you drink it like this, you mess up, and you also live up to this pot of Longjing." Fang Tianfeng said with a smile, at this time, he seemed to have become a tea ceremony master.

"Master Fang is right." The master slowly put down the teacup and was still smiling.

"Wait a minute, I have a call to make."

Fang Tianfeng said, calling He Changxiong.

"Changxiong, I may have to go back later, I'm drinking tea and chatting with my master. Master is a very kind old man, even if his clothes are soiled, he is not angry, he should not mind if I drink a few more cups of tea. Okay, I'm hanging. ”

The master's eyes tightened, and his hands were clenched and slowly released.

Fang Tianfeng stood up after speaking, and said as he walked towards the master's collection room, "I heard that you have a lot of good things here, so I'll take a look." You're a collector and I need some pointers. I'm curious that people in this business, like jadeite jewelry, have more or less some of the things you sell, and I find that you don't even wear anything on you. ”

The master hurriedly followed, took two quick steps, and slowed down again.

"That's an outsider's misinformation. I'm not a collector, not even a connoisseur, I'm just a merchant, a layman who puts a price on everything in his collection. I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I was short of money back then, and I couldn't even eat enough for a while, so I swore to myself that I would make a lot of money in the future. So in my eyes, everything has numbers on it. I like to spend very small numbers, buy something worth a big number from someone else, and then sell it to someone else. Collectors don't sell, I'm sellers don't hide. I don't want to wear those bad things, and I am afraid that the good things will be broken, so I simply don't wear anything. Master said.

Fang Tianfeng nodded and said, "It's better to be pure." Big collectors can always make money, and big businessmen will do it well. In the past, others said that the master had been a soldier, mixed with gangsters, sold drugs, robbed tombs, and killed people, but I didn't believe it, but now I believe it. Two dead people are lying in the living room, and you don't even frown, if I wasn't so much better than you, I would have admired you very much. ”

"Master Fang is really good at joking, you are much better than me. Two dead people, no matter how brilliant they are in life, are no different from anyone after death, it is nothing more than a bigger funeral, more people crying, and of course, more people laughing. Master said.

"You are such a wise elder." Fang Tianfeng walked to the collection room and stopped.

"I'm just an elder, but, as you said, I'm a little short of wise." The master said modestly, silently patting Fang Tianfeng's ass,

Fang Tianfeng didn't speak, looking at the collection room, this collection room is very large, hundreds of square meters.

Fang Tianfeng once saw Pang Jingzhou's collection room, which was like a miniature museum, all the qiē were clean, transparent and shiny, and if the antiques had a spirit, they would definitely choose there as their final destination.

And this collection room can only be regarded as a storage room, or a warehouse.

There are also collection shelves with various collectibles on them, but they are disorganized and unaesthetically pleasing. Fang Tianfeng suddenly understood what the master said just now, these were not collectibles, but piles of banknotes, no matter how they were placed, there was no difference.

In addition to the collection shelves, there are also several large tables that are put together, which are also filled with various antique collections, which are simply arranged according to the categories of jade, porcelain, metal and other gates, without being carefully classified at all.

There are also some wooden boxes next to it, which are filled with various scrolls of calligraphy and painting.

In addition to this, there are boxes and bags on the ground, as well as some fillers to prevent bumps during the transportation of antiques.

Fang Tianfeng felt uncomfortable, because the dead air in this room was very strong, and many things seemed to have just been unearthed, and they were not ordinary tombs.

Fang Tianfeng quickly remembered that when he went into the mountains to hunt for treasures some time ago, Brother Wolf and others mentioned that the master took people to find an ancient tomb of a prince in the pre-Qin period, and there were a lot of bronzes from that period, and it seemed that the master had gained a lot of money.

There are far more antiques in this room than Pang Jingzhou's, so the breath is extremely messy, all kinds of dead air, disaster gas, mildew, resentment, talent and so on, because there are too many and too miscellaneous, Fang Tianfeng opened the Qi Hope Technique and looked at it, there was a colorful mist in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Fang Tianfeng had been to an antique shop, and it was the same, it was blurry.

However, even so, Fang Tianfeng also found two very strong sources of aura.

One is talent, the other is extravagance, all of them are terrifyingly strong. However, Fang Tianfeng could only judge the approximate location, and he could only confirm it by looking at them one by one.

The master said: "The villa next to everyone else is my residence in Yunhai, in fact, the real good things are here, and the things in the villa are only what I am ready to sell, which is far inferior to here." In my eyes, there is also a number in this room, which is about 200 million to 300 million. If you encounter a good market, if you encounter some big fat sheep, it is possible to exceed 300 million. ”

Fang Tianfeng glanced at it and said, "You didn't just make high-end collectibles?" ”

The smile on the master's face froze, and these words were simply questioning him.

The atmosphere was a little cold.

Fang Tianfeng seemed to look around aimlessly, and walked towards a box, which contained some large book-like things in addition to picture scrolls.

A strong talent came from this box, and Fang Tianfeng used the Qi Hope Technique again, but there was still a colorful mist in front of him, but there was a very thick aura of talent under the colorful mist.

Fang Tianfeng had no choice but to touch them one by one, and finally took out a book-like thing.

It is a special bookcase about 30 centimeters long and 15 centimeters wide, with a thin yellowed page of paper inside. The first four words on this piece of paper are "this rough peace", there are four vertical columns of words on it, a total of 27 words, it is an excellent line of calligraphy, with a sharp pen, plump body, there is a peculiar charm between the lines.

There is no payment on this poster, and I don't know whose handwriting it is. On the top of this paper, there is a little light red sè seal of the collection.

Fang Tianfeng looked at it and said, "This calligraphy is good, you are quite discerning." ”

How do you know that the master shook his head and said: "This "Peace Post" is not mentioned, so far I can't tell whether it is from the Tang Dynasty or the Song Dynasty who copied it, because this calligraphy is cut out of a piece of paper, the earliest Tibetan seal on it is an ordinary civil official in the early Song Dynasty, and there are very few Tibetan seals on it, there are no famous artists, so the value of this calligraphy is not high, even if it is a masterpiece of the sage Wang Xizhi. ”

Fang Tianfeng said: "As far as I know, the works that have been handed down by the book saint Wang Xi so far are only one "Clear Post When the Snow is Fast", right? The most famous "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface" has long been lost. ”

"Yes. However, there is a lot of controversy in the Palace Museum's "Sunny Post When the Snow is Fast", especially the final payment, which makes people suspect that it is not Wang Xizhi's authentic work. Master said.

"This "Peace Post" is good." Fang Tianfeng said, holding it in his hand, he was not ready to put it back.

The master didn't care, in his opinion, there was no celebrity seal on this post, it was not widely circulated, and it couldn't be sold at a high price. Although the facsimile of the book saint Wang Xizhi is not low, it is not worth much unless there is something special.

"Have you seen this calligraphy and painting collector?" Fang Tianfeng asked.

"I've seen it to a few friends, and the conclusions are different, but one thing is certain, it can't be the authentic work of the book saint Wang Xizhi, so it has been placed here, and I haven't had the opportunity to ask a big connoisseur to appreciate it. The value of this thing is relatively low, although a facsimile was sold for a sky-high price back then, because of various factors, this book does not even have a collection seal of a well-known person, and in my opinion it has little value. ”

"Oh." Fang Tianfeng held it in his hand and was cautious.

Because in Fang Tianfeng's eyes, the entire "Peace Post" is wrapped in a thick orange sè talent, looking at the amount and concentration of this talent, it is only possible to write it if the author's talent reaches the level of hugging and coarseness.

Except for the book saint Wang Xizhi, Fang Tianfeng couldn't think of anyone else whose calligraphy could contain such a terrifying talent.

Fang Tianfeng usually doesn't care about talented works, but when he encounters the works of Wang Xizhi, the "Calligraphy Sage", the highest achievement in calligraphy, it is impossible to leave it to others.

This page of Wang Xizhi's authentic handwriting, once it is confirmed that it is put at auction, it is absolutely impossible to be less than 300 million, because this is the second authentic handiwork of the current book saint Wang Xizhi. (To be continued.) )