I'm not kidding you.

Although Pan Yu Baidu went through the word "Ji Ji" and didn't find anything, in the final analysis, this is also an old object given to him by Xiang Yu.

How can it be worth only 20,000 yuan?!

Jin Lang said disapprerovingly: "I know, in the early years of the Western Han Dynasty, you can smash my signboard at any time after a hundred years of mistakes, there is nothing fancy." ”

"Kid, this thing wasn't worth much at the time, so it's still worthless, you know? I gave 20,000 yuan to see if it was well preserved. ”

Tang Jiaping said he didn't understand: "Isn't this bullying? How come it has been five or six thousand years since the Western Han Dynasty, and it is only 20,000 yuan? If you want me to say, at least 200,000! ”

It's too much!

I don't know how many years it is, but it must have been a long, long time.

When he said this, even Pan Yu was intuitively panicked.

But if you have been in school for two years, you can't say five or six thousand years...... How many years has human civilization been in the hot summer?

Zhou Guanping laughed and said: "Jiaping, grandpa tells you a word, talk less and do more things outside." ”

Tang Jiaping glanced at Jin Lang and stopped squeaking.

In fact, he himself is very empty in his heart, and it is still the same sentence, if the master had something valuable, he would have sold it and bought a villa a long time ago.

To be honest, 20,000 pairs is already a lot, at least it doesn't say it's fake, is it?

"Uncle, can you please take a closer look at it for me? This...... It should be worth a lot of money. Pan Yu wanted to struggle a little more.

He didn't believe that Xiang Yu would fool himself with a bargain.

My eldest brother is not that kind of person!

"Don't look at it." Jin Lang said impatiently: "These framing styles are all in the Western Han style, they are all from the same person's hand, there is nothing to look at." ”

Pan Yu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

The scene became awkward for a while.

Zhou Guanping broke the silence: "Xiaojin, do you know who this Ji Ji is?" ”

Jin Lang's head shook like a rattle: "If I know, but if I am a little famous, this price will be at least zero." ”

Isn't it? In the Western Han Dynasty, it was well preserved, and it was from the hands of famous artists, at least this number.

The main calligraphy and painting is the most difficult to preserve among all antique categories, afraid of water, afraid of fire, afraid of this, afraid of that.

Quite difficult.

Zhou Guanping looked at Jin Lang's eyes and said word by word: "Overlord of Western Chu, Xiang, Yu." ”

Jin Lang's languishing state was immediately broken.

"Xiang Yu?!" He paused: "Impossible, Xiang Yu is a famous military scientist, he patronized the war before his death, how can he have time to paint?" In that case, I suspect it's a fake! ”

Pan Yu immediately said unhappily: "How can this be a fake?!" This is my ......."

Pan Yu immediately stopped talking, can't it be said that my eldest brother sent it to me personally?

Not to mention whether people believe it or not, well, who believes it!

People have been dead for more than 2,000 years, and it is completely impossible to open their mouths and say that they sent it himself.

"What is this?" Jin Lang asked, pushing his heavy glasses.

"This is my ancestral picture scroll, how can it be fake?" Pan Yu said weakly.

"Huh."

Jin Lang didn't say much, he was obsessed with the study of calligraphy and painting all year round, and his emotional intelligence was not very high.

But he also knew that after all, this was Old Zhou's guest, even if he was not very old, he couldn't say much.

However, he said this hehe, it is better not to say it.

Chen Lijun immediately frowned and said, "What are you doing?" We can't fake this painting! If your eyesight is not good, you can practice again! ”

"I have bad eyesight? You don't inquire, look at the territory of the hot summer, except for those Taishan Beidou, the younger generation, who can compare to me in terms of calligraphy and painting!? Jin Lang said unhappily.

If you don't want to give you face, don't blame me!

Old guests Zhou don't have a face!

Jin Lang is forty-seven years old this year, but in the calligraphy and painting circle, he can only be regarded as a "younger generation".

"Little Kim." Zhou Guanping smiled and said, "It's a good look." ”

Jin Lang opened his mouth at this time, nodded and stopped squeaking.

"There is one person in the younger generation who is definitely better than you." Zhou Guanping smiled.

"Who?" Jin Lang was surprised.

If there is such a person, why does Zhou Lao always come to me to see calligraphy and painting?

In this regard, there is no room for mistakes, and many times it is often a one-time eye-cut, and that is a matter of bankruptcy.

Of course, with Zhou Lao's assets, this is not the case.

"He's coming soon, and I've been asking him for a long time before I'm willing to go out of the mountain to take a look, if you can see him today, you must talk less and learn more, you know?" Zhou Guanping asked.

Jin Lang knew that a mountain was still a mountain high, maybe there was really such a person in this world, nodded and stopped talking.

Chen Lijun snorted coldly, looking at him with a warning in his eyes.

Not long after, the wooden door was pushed open again, and a polite middle-aged man walked in, and every step he took was full of elegance.

"Uncle Zhao?!" Pan Yu and the other three said in unison.

What are you kidding, isn't Uncle Zhao looking at the store at school? Why did you come here for tea?

Zhao Chunsheng glanced at them, nodded, and walked to the main seat.

Zhou Guanping hurriedly stood up and gave way to his seat: "Master Zhao, hurry, sit." ”

Zhao Chunsheng was not polite, so he sat down like this, and Zhou Guanping hurriedly poured him tea.

Upside down, Zhou Guanping came back to his senses.

"Jiaping, do you know Master Zhao?"

Tang Jiaping nodded disapprerovingly: "Yes, Uncle Zhao grew up watching Daewoo." ”

Zhou Guanping was stunned.

How is this possible, Zhao Chunsheng has not walked on the rivers and lakes for long in his life, and has lived in seclusion in Western Xia all the year round, how can he watch Pan Yu grow up?

"Who is this?" Jin Lang asked.

Zhou Guanping hurriedly introduced: "This is the head of the contemporary ghost painting sect, Master Zhao Chunsheng." ”

"Zhao Chunsheng?!" Jin Lang stood up suddenly: "You are Zhao Chunsheng of Xixia?!" ”

"Hmm." Zhao Chunsheng responded lightly, picked up the teacup, and drank the tea in the cup in three sips.

"Wu Yishan's?"

Zhou Guanping nodded again and again: "Yes, it's all here, hehe." ”

"No, no, no." Jin Lang couldn't believe it: "You grew up watching this kid?" How is this possible! ”