At that time, Xiao Qinshi's words stunned his mother.

It made an adult speechless to a child.

Qin Shi has been a wonder since he was a child.

Such a freewheeling nature girl is, indeed, really not uncommon.

In the box at this moment.

There were three of them.

Gangneung sat elegantly on the sofa with a somewhat casual expression.

His eyes stared intently at the ancient landscape ink paintings of clothes placed on the table.

Lu Ming stood beside him expressionlessly.

There was also a man on the other side of the sofa, young and slightly older.

Nearly 50 years old.

A pair of thin fish eyes also stared intently at the landscape ink painting placed on the table.

The landscape ink paintings that are placed on the table at this moment have an attractive brushwork.

At this glance, you know that it is a masterpiece of a famous teacher.

Gangneung's fingers tapped the glass tabletop intentionally or unintentionally.

Jingle and sound good.

The man sitting across from him was getting more and more nervous, and his forehead was faintly sweating.

"That Mr. Jiang, do you want to buy it or not?" The man finally couldn't hold back his breath.

He was already weak-hearted, but now he was so silent that it was as if someone was pinching his neck at this moment.

It was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

Lu Ming looked at this man coldly.

I can't eat meat tofu in a hurry, and if it's really genuine, I'm afraid that people will see it.

It's just that his heart is empty so quickly, and he still wants to fool his own Jiang Shao with this virtue.

It's just a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

Stupid.

Lu Ming threw down these four words with great disdain in his heart.

Jiang Ling nodded, "I've been looking for this Tang Dynasty landscape ink painting for many years. ”

What Jiang Ling said made people unable to see the truth of his words.

It's just that his eyes are like no stars, and they have been staring at the landscape ink painting.

It seems that they are reluctant to turn their eyes away.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth slightly.

"Mr. Jiang, if you don't buy it, I have to find the next customer, my ancient landscape ink painting is very sought after, after all, it is rare to get the authentic Tang Dynasty landscape ink painting now, especially if it is so perfectly preserved."

Since the Tang Dynasty, China has been painting with a trickle.

Tang Xuanzong used to use raw trickling for a while, and Tang Xuanzong used it for a long time.

At this moment, on the table is a trickle of landscape ink painting.

The scenery is very moving.

Those who love to collect antiques will love it when they see it.

If you publish such a work in your living room.

This home will exude an ancient charm.

Gangneung doesn't care, raise eyebrows.

"People in the industry know that I love painting in Gangneung, especially antique landscape paintings, do you think that if you take this painting and leave you from me, this painting will still be sold?"

Gangneung's eyes are very poisonous.

He's not like anyone else who likes to treasure antiques.

He Gangneung has an extremely deep research on shareholders.

Generally, genuine goods and fakes, he can tell them as soon as he sees them.

The Tang Dynasty painting in front of him is indeed genuine.

Just looking at the appearance of people's weak hearts, it is estimated that they are also flickering from other people's hands.

It won't be that I don't know the genuine article this time, right? Otherwise, there would be no panic on this face.

Gangneung suddenly smiled.

This smile is very moving.

Even in a box that is not very bright.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite him had his jaw dropped.

No, this man is simply too bewitching.