Although Yang Weicheng also graduated from a bachelor's degree in his previous life, he preferred football and basketball to study. Therefore, he often calls himself a rough man.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, except for chess, he is not too interested.

Therefore, Yang Weicheng is actually not very interested in this painting scroll, but seeing the glowing eyes of Old Man Fu, if he gives him a bunch of flickering peach hearts, it is not an exaggeration at all.

Yang Weicheng thought, bad, this old man is going to be deceived.

How can it be said that the two of them have gotten along harmoniously and taken care of each other along the way, he can't watch this old man being deceived, so he also pretended to be curious and came up to take a look.

On that painting, there are eight horses, even if it is a rough man Yang Weicheng, it is clear that it is the famous Baji picture.

These Eight Ji Maps came from the hands of Mr. Lang, a famous court painter in the Qing Dynasty.

The scroll is painted with traditional Chinese paints, but the painting style is a combination of Chinese and Western, and the colors are transparent. Eight horses, sitting, lying or standing, are at ease and lifelike. A wrangler under a tree, with a leisurely demeanor.

How could Yang Weicheng, a rough man, know Bajitu? This is related to his father in his previous life, and his younger brother Yang Weining in this life.

I don't know when Yang Weining has been very fond of CCTV's treasure appreciation programs, and he must watch every episode. As long as Yang Weicheng is at home, he always follows his father at dinner.

After watching too many of this kind of programs, Yang Weicheng gradually became interested, and often searched on the Internet by himself, and went to the forum to join in the fun.

Yang Weicheng knows something, which is not surprising at all. He was just very curious, how could this young man have a Baji map in his hands?

Most of the passengers on the train are ordinary people, and they are naturally not interested in books and paintings.

They thought it would be some kind of beautiful picture, wall calendar or something, but when they saw that it was eight fat horses, they were all interested in it, and they did their own thing.

This happened to take advantage of the old man's intentions, this kind of treasure, the fewer people who know, the better, he hurriedly asked his daughter to hand him the scroll, and carefully watched it in his hand.

The handsome guy with a square face is very repulsive to Yang Weicheng. With a twist of his buttocks, he deliberately squeezed Yang Weicheng away, sat on the sleeper, and looked at Old Man Fu with a calm face.

"What do you think, uncle?" It was only after a few minutes that he asked in a low voice.

Old man Fu also lowered his voice: "Baby, this is a baby, but ...... But how can this treasure be in your hands? It should have been brought to Baodao Province and hidden in the Forbidden City Museum in Beishi! ”

"To tell you the truth, I am from Yanjing, and my ancestors are engaged in literary toys and antiques." The handsome man with a square face said, "This picture was preserved by my ancestors through hardships. ”

"Oh?" Old man Fu's eyes lit up again, "Didn't you ask this little brother what your surname is?" ”

"Don't use your words, uncle, I can't afford it. The surname of the contemptible person is Du, the word is a prestige, and the prestige ......" said the handsome guy with a square face.

Yang Weicheng raised his hand obediently: "Excuse me, is it the majesty of the wind or the slight of the breeze?" "He made waves with his hands to distinguish between the two.

Dewey glanced at him with a black line in his head, and said in disgust: "Mighty might." ”

"Oh, understood." Yang Weicheng nodded, sat down on the opposite bunk, and looked at the painting intently.

Dewey forced himself to ignore his presence, and he carefully held one end of the scroll with his right hand.

Yang Weicheng noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with his left hand, and his thumb, index and ring fingers were very stiff. It's just that Dewey has been well hidden, and it's not easy to find.

"What, Xiao Yang, you are also interested in Chinese painting?" Old man Fu asked with a smile.

Yang Weicheng pursed his lips, picked his nose, and sighed: "It's just fun, I can't talk about interest, after all, nine generations of poor peasants have only been in the city for two generations." So far, I have the highest education in my family, but I only graduated from junior high school, and I didn't finish high school. ”

The corners of Dewey's mouth hooked, and he smiled mockingly.

"Then you can understand the Book of Poetry, it's rare!" Old man Fu said with emotion.

Yang Weicheng smiled: "I just understand that article, just like a painting, I know a Baji map." ”

"Oh? Do you know that this is the Eight Ji Diagram? Old man Fu felt even more strange.

Dewey was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and said in his heart that Lao Tzu worked so hard to save the paintings, why did the topic fall on you? No, we have to get it back.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, "Old man, what do you think of this painting?" ”

"Oh, yes, yes, Bajitu." Old man Fu lifted his glasses and carefully admired the scroll, first he was silent, and then he was full of praise.

Fu Caiwei was also very happy to see this, and said to Dewey: "My father and I have been out for half a month, and I originally wanted to buy something he likes in Hunan Province and Jiangnan." As a result, I found out that they were all fakes, and I was angry. ”

"Really? Then I can't say that this is definitely not a fake. "Dewey was serious.

"Really? If you want me to say that, I won't say that. Yang Weicheng smiled.

Dewey's brows tightened, and he almost couldn't help but spray him in the face, think about it, the dog bites you, can you still bite the dog? Forget it, I'll bear it!

Old man Fu really liked this painting more and more, and asked, "Mr. Du, do you sell this painting?" ”

He asked cautiously, and Dewey was stunned. It's just that the former is sincere, and the latter is obviously disguised.

"Sell? I didn't think about it...... "Dewey was embarrassed," said Dewey, "besides, no one can tell whether it's true or not." Poplar Weicheng glanced at it.

Old man Fu said: "Your surname is Du, and your ancestor is ......."

"My great-grandfather once opened a shop in the Liulichang area and knew a palace steward. I can't go into details about anything else. Dewey said.

"Oh." Old man Fu groaned, looking at the painting and pondering deeply.

"Mr. Du, regardless of whether it is true or not, if you want to transfer this painting to my father, how much will you want?" Fu Caiwei asked.

Dewey's face flushed, and his eyes were full of subtle tenderness.

"Is this...... 30,000 yuan. After all, those who have a discerning eye for treasures are also worthy of this painting. And when my dad gave me the painting, he told me that it was very precious, but he didn't say whether it was true or not. Dewey said.

30,000 yuan? That's a lot of money.

In addition to investing in this way, Yang Weicheng really has never seen anyone running around the street with something worth 30,000 yuan, and running onto the train.

If this is really an ancient painting, aren't you afraid of losing it on the train? Even if you don't lose it, aren't you afraid of being splashed with water and burned?

There are so many flaws, but the old man just likes it very much.

He is bookish, elegant and classical, and at first glance he has received a good traditional education. Looking at his love for antique calligraphy and painting, I also know that he knows more about this industry.

I still love it so well, which shows that this painting is either real or a fake made by a master.

If it's true, forget it, Yang Weicheng won't be nosy today.

The point is, he just knows that this Baji map can never be real.

Because of the authenticity, it was contributed by collectors after the millennium, and it was sold for a high price of 23 million.

Seeing that the old man has the possibility of spending 30,000 yuan to buy a high imitation, Yang Weicheng is not worth it for him.

Of course, to be able to raise a daughter who wears Gucci, Old Man Fu is definitely not short of this money. But it has nothing to do with whether his daughter wears Gucci or not, it's a matter of principle.

"Thirty thousand ......" the old man Fu groaned, and finally made up his mind, looking up at Dewey, "I ......"

"Uncle, why don't you show me!" Yang Wei became a Taoist.

Old man Fu was stunned for a moment: "But ......" He glanced at Dewey.

Dewey was angry, what kind of thing are you, blocking my way everywhere! But at this time, he couldn't refuse, for fear that he would run away from the God of Wealth if he was careless.

"Okay, just be careful." Dewey forced a smile on his face.

Old man Fu and Yang Weicheng were handed over carefully.

Yang Weicheng took the scroll and looked at it little by little, and after a few minutes, he raised his head and said in a matter-of-fact manner: "Fake." ”

"Fake?" Old man Fu was surprised.

Dewey wasn't surprised, if this kid could tell the truth, then he would be really a hell of a god.

But he had to pretend to be surprised, and he was very angry, and he didn't pretend to be angry.

"Please don't spray people with blood!" Dewey said coldly.

Yang Weicheng shook his head: "There is no blood in my mouth, and this painting is real or fake." ”

"Huh!" Dewey sneered angrily and looked at Yang Weicheng contemptuously, "You are a junior high school graduate, what do you know about real and fake paintings?" ”

"I know that this Mr. Lang, during the Qianlong period, only the bones were used to paint, and the skin and flesh were filled by other painters. A painting usually has multiple styles. And the style of this painting is uniform as a whole, and it is definitely not painted by many people. ”

Yang Weicheng shook his head and pretended to be a pedant.