"Mystery?" Hearing Chen Jian say these two words, Chen Sijun pouted: "I see, there is no mystery, so it is possible to make a mystery." ”

Hu Mei even helped: "Now in the whole of China, there are only a handful of characters who can compare with Master Cao Guorang, hehe, now our family Zhang Zheng has become the apprentice grandson of Master Cao Guorang, and in a few years, it will cost millions to write calligraphy and paintings, which is not understandable to some poor boys." ”

When she said this, Hu Mei also swept Ye Tian's eyes, intentionally or unintentionally.

Ye Tian didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't even look at Hu Mei, but Hu Mei was so angry that he stomped his feet vigorously: "Hmph, a hillbilly, what to pretend, I'll see, after exposing you in a while, see what else you can say!" ”

Chen Yumo was extremely worried, and tugged at the corner of Ye Tian's clothes: "Ye Tian, where did you get this word?" ”

Ye Tian shrugged: "Didn't you say that you would prepare a gift for Grandpa Chen, since the old man wants calligraphy and painting, then I wrote a picture of 100 longevity, and a total of 100 longevity characters are written in different fonts, what's wrong?" ”

"You wrote it yourself?" Chen Yumo suddenly felt that his eyes were dark.

Although these words look very beautiful, what is the matter with your own writing?

When Zhang Zheng heard Ye Tian's words, he almost stopped laughing: "Haha, still Baishou Tu, do you think you are a wonderful Danqing, can you write all the fonts?" What a shame! ”

Then, his eyes fell on the picture of 100 longevity.

At this look, Zhang Zheng's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately lowered his head, leaning closer to one of the words: "Well, why is this so similar to Yan Zhenqing's font?" ”

"No, this is Wang Xizhi's book?"

"This is Liu Gongquan's willow body?"

"This is the small seal of the Qin Dynasty?"

"How is this possible? Impossible, absolutely impossible! ”

Zhang Zheng's reaction was almost identical to Chen Jian's reaction before.

Even, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and layers of fine sweat began to appear on Zhang Zheng's forehead.

Seeing this scene, Hu Mei couldn't help but be a little strange: "Husband, what's wrong?" Is this scribbling to deceive people? ”

Chen Sijun also scoffed, "Then you still need to ask, it must be a lie, hum, a poor boy, he found someone to write a few words casually as a gift to the old man, and he is not too shabby." ”

"No, it's definitely not nonsense." Zhang Zheng almost lost his temper and sat on the ground with a thud.

Hu Mei finally felt that something was wrong, and pulled Zhang Zheng up: "Husband, are you okay?" ”

Zhang Zheng's expression was a little dazed, he shook his head vigorously, and looked at Chen Jian: "Old man, am I the hell?" ”

"What the hell?" Hu Mei frowned: "Husband, what nonsense are you talking about." ”

Zhang Zheng glanced at Hu Mei with a wry smile, took a deep breath and said, "This picture of longevity cannot exist in the world at all. ”

"Boom!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderclap exploded.

It can't exist in the world at all, is that a masterpiece?

Chen Sijun didn't believe it: "Zhang Zheng, what do you mean?" Be clear. ”

Zhang Zheng smiled reluctantly: "If you have to say it, this calligraphy and painting can only exist in the underworld, you say, am I the hell?" ”

"Damn, Zhang Zheng, what nonsense are you talking about!" Hu Mei was a little angry.

Her man was so out of shape that she felt very shameless.

Zhang Zheng ignored Hu Mei, but respectfully arched his hand at Chen Jian: "Old man Chen, tell me, should this calligraphy and painting really only exist in the underworld?" ”

Chen Jian's eyes suddenly lit up: "Zhang Zheng, you also think the same way?" ”

Seeing the two of them playing a dumb riddle, everyone was puzzled.

Hu Mei was so anxious that she was about to pinch Zhang Zheng's neck: "Zhang Zheng, what do you want to say?" Hurry up! ”

Ye Tian smiled faintly: "Hehe, it's very simple, every word in it is in a different font, and it is written in imitation of the handwriting of ancient calligraphy masters." ”

"Imitation?" Hearing Ye Tian's words, Chen Jian and Zhang Zheng turned their heads to look at Ye Tian almost at the same time: "You mean imitation, not really those calligraphers." ”

Ye Tian shrugged: "Please, do you think I really have such a great ability to enter the underworld, let them each write a birthday word to worship the old man!" ”

"Imitation? Impossible! However, hearing Ye Tian's words, Zhang Zheng didn't believe it at all, shook his head vigorously, pointed to one of the longevity characters and said: "My teacher Yu Zihou is very good at studying Yan Ti because he studied under Master Cao Guorang, and this font is definitely not imitated, it must have been written by Yan Zhenqing." This point will never be wrong, in the world, even Master Cao Guorang will have traces of imitation when he writes Yan Ti, but there is absolutely no trace of imitation of this word. ”

Seeing that Zhang Zheng was so determined, neither Chen Sijun nor Hu Mei could listen to it.

Now, the more I listen, the more I feel that Zhang Zheng is talking to Ye Tian?

Chen Sijun snorted even more: "Zhang Zheng, we don't know so much about what you said, just say, how much is this calligraphy and painting worth?" ”

In a word, everyone's spirit was instantly concentrated.

That's right!

The standard for measuring a pair of calligraphy and painting is not the value.

What's the use of saying so much.

Just say the price, and the good or bad will be judged immediately.

Zhang Zheng smiled bitterly and glanced at Hu Mei: "Do you really want to say?" ”

"Nonsense!" Hu Mei was also eager to know how much this picture of longevity was worth.

Zhang Zheng shook his head: "If the calligraphy and painting I asked for from Master Cao is worth three million, then this calligraphy and painting"...

Zhang Zheng stretched out his voice, and everyone pricked up their ears.

But I heard Zhang Zheng suddenly speak: "It's worthless." ”

Quiet!

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Looking at the performance of Zhang Zheng and the old man, everyone thought that this picture of 100 years of longevity must be very valuable.

However, after a short period of silence, a burst of laughter broke out when he heard the words worthless.

"Hahahaha, I thought this poor boy was really turning the sky upside down!"

"Cut, but that's it!"

"Worthless, worthless!"

Hu Mei and Chen Sijun also let out a long breath.

It's scared to death.

Hu Mei glanced at Zhang Zheng and said coquettishly: "Hmph, why are you so excited when it's worthless?" I thought Chen Yumo had found a cow as her boyfriend. ”

Zhang Zheng didn't expect everyone's reaction to be so fierce, and his face was extremely embarrassed: "No, I haven't finished my words yet." ”

"What else do you have to say?" Chen Sijun pursed his lips, "Okay, you guys, you must have been deceived, it's just a piece of waste paper, I'll let people burn it now." ”

"Haha, burned?" Suddenly, Chen Jian laughed, "Sijun, what you said is simply a tyrannical thing, you don't understand what Zhang Zheng means when he says it's worthless!" ”

"What do you mean?" Chen Sijun was extremely weird: "Dad, of course it's worthless and worthless, what else can it mean?" ”

The expression on Zhang Zheng's face became more and more bitter: "Auntie, what I mean is actually worthless, it's this painting, which can't be measured by price at all."