In one corner of the hall, two people were arguing about whether a painting was a fake, surrounded by seven or eight people, either watching the excitement, or interjecting a few words to express their opinions. Mo Chou also stood in the crowd, like a curious baby, listening to the two arguing with relish. Bai Xiaoshan stood behind him, with a straight face, like a bodyguard.

Mo Yan squinted slightly, took one last look at the colorful round stone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned to walk towards Mo Chou.

On the surface, he walked neatly and neatly, without any nostalgia. In fact, all of his thoughts were tied to this multicolored round stone. It's just that this thing is a dead thing after all, and I'm not afraid that it will grow wings and fly. If you stay too long, you will attract the attention of others.

In addition, before turning around, he left a divine soul mark on this multicolored round stone.

After the condensation of the heart and eyes, Mo Yan's divine soul became stronger and stronger, and now he can separate a wisp of divine soul to form a mark and place it on people or things. In this way, the person or thing to be entrusted to it, even if it is thousands of miles away, can also have a sense of self.

This kind of imprint is actually the prototype of divine thoughts, if one day Mo Yan becomes a yin god, this imprint can be transformed into 'thoughts', not only with all five senses, but also can even lurk in the sea of human consciousness and manipulate other people's minds......

After laying the Divine Soul Mark on the multicolored round stone, Mo Yan left boldly with confidence, unless someone flew to the other side of the earth with this stone, it was impossible to escape Mo Yan's induction.

"Lao Jin, the facsimile is also chronological, this bamboo painting of Zheng Banqiao is about the late Qing Dynasty facsimile from the paper and ink color......"

"Is it really a facsimile?"

In the crowd, a middle-aged fat man looked at the paintings on the table, his face full of unwillingness.

Opposite him, a man with glasses and a rather elegant demeanor pointed to the painting and said: "Lao Jin, Zheng Banqiao's bamboo paintings can be described as many, and there are not a few that have been handed down to this day, and there are even more fakes." In fact, Zheng Banqiao's bamboo paintings have a common characteristic, the so-called 'look like Po Gong, more than chaotic, less not sparse, get rid of the habits of the times, show off the vigor and brilliance'......"

In addition, in Zheng Gong's bamboo paintings, bamboo leaves and bamboo stems have the brushwork of 'six and a half minutes' calligraphy, which can be described as swaying and colorful, revealing old and spicy in the clear and beautiful. Lao Jin, the painting you brought, to be honest, is still a bit of a standard, but compared to the characteristics I just mentioned, it is far from the same. Lao Jin, don't look any further, this is indeed a facsimile......"

The fat man, known as Lao Jin, became more and more depressed, and looked carefully at the painting he brought, although he was unwilling, he basically accepted the conclusion that the painting was a fake.

Seeing Lao Jin's depressed expression, the man with glasses asked, "Lao Jin, how much did you spend on this painting when you received it?" ”

Lao Jin sighed and said, "It didn't cost much, eighty-five thousand ......."

The man with glasses couldn't help but smile and said, "Hey, looking at your look, I thought you spent a lot of money." Let me tell you this, although eighty-five is a little more, it is not too outrageous. Although this painting is a copy, it is still of some level, besides, after all, it is a painting of the Qing Dynasty, counting the factor of time, thirty or forty thousand is still worth it. ”

Lao Jin said: "Eighty thousand, one hundred thousand actually doesn't matter, am I the one who cares about this money?" The key is...... Hey, let me tell you this, this time I really thought I had picked up a leak, and I ran to show off with confidence, who knew it was a fake! ”

The man with glasses laughed and said, "Lao Jin, I didn't say you, you didn't pick up such a leak...... Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo Stone Orchid Picture" was auctioned at a sky-high price of 46 million, and the market has been bullish, your brother wants to receive the real thing for 85,000? ”

The people around him also thought it was funny, but most of these people knew each other, and they had all looked away, so the laughter was mostly goodwill, at most with some ridicule. And the mentality of the golden fat man is also very good, he will draw a scroll at will, and laugh with everyone. After all, the people who can walk into this hall are either rich or expensive, and no one takes the small amount of money of 100,000 yuan in their eyes.

"Another Zhang Xiaomeng......"

Mo Yan shook his head from the side, this golden fat man spent a small 100,000 yuan, just to show off in front of everyone. Although this display was a shameful failure, it can be seen that in the coming days, this old man who is not bad for money will inevitably continue this kind of 'showmanship'. Just like Zhang Xiaomeng collecting jade, anyway, Lao Tzu is not short of money, and if it continues, maybe he will be able to pick it up when he will be able to miss it......

"The life of a rich person is really incomprehensible...... Mo Yan sighed, and was about to ask Mo Chou if he had found a suitable gift, but saw the golden fat man throw the rolled up painting on the table, and then fell to the ground with a 'click', which was at his feet.

Mo Yan picked up the painting casually......

Then, his expression froze slightly.

Ever since the altar was opened, he had become accustomed to using his ego to analyze all the objects he handled at any time. In fact, this is his daily cultivation method. No accumulation of silicon steps, no thousands of miles, only the fist does not leave the hand and does not leave the mouth, in order to move towards the ultimate goal solidly.

This time is no exception, as soon as the painting is acquired, the self-consciousness is naturally activated, analyzed and examined......

And the final analysis results surprised him a little, the painting ...... It turned out to be a painting within a painting!

In my self-consciousness, the painting is divided into two layers, and the picture hidden underneath is also a bamboo painting, and it is exactly the same as the painting on the surface.

Two identical paintings?

Mo Yan doesn't know anything about calligraphy and painting, and in his own eyes, he can't see any difference between the two paintings at all. But there are some things that don't require specialized knowledge to come to the right conclusions.

The so-called 'there are no silver three hundred taels here', and this picture-in-picture in front of you is the best portrayal of this sentence!

"Ah, I'm really sorry, thank you for your ......" The golden fat man took the painting in Mo Yan's hand and thanked him busily.

Mo Yan smiled and said, "You're welcome, it's ...... to raise your hand."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, and when he passed by Bai Xiaoshan's side, he paused and said softly, "Buy that painting." ”

Bai Xiaoshan was stunned and said, "That's a fake......"

Without waiting for him to finish, Mo Yan said: "Don't say much, you can buy it, no more than 100,000 yuan, buy it for me, and go back and let Mo Chou give you the money." ”

After speaking, he took a few steps forward, pulled Mo Chou and said, "Let's go, let's go over there and have a look." ”

Bai Xiaoshan looked at Mo Yan's back, he really couldn't figure out what he was going to do, and he still wanted to buy it knowing that it was a fake, isn't it stupid?

"Forget it, it's nothing more than a hundred thousand things, who made you my 'eldest brother'......"

Bai Xiaoshan shook his head, no longer entangled, stepped forward, patted the fat man on the shoulder, and said, "Boss Jin, do you remember me?" ”

The golden fat man was stunned at first, and then said in surprise: "Ah, isn't this Bai Shao, why are you here!" ”

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"Brother, what are you doing, I haven't chosen a gift yet......"

Mo Chou was pulled away by Mo Yan, his face full of unhappiness.

Mo Yan smiled: "I have already chosen the gift for you, just wait." ”

Mo Chou Qi said: "Selected?" ”

Mo Yan smiled: "That's right, it's chosen, you'll know when Bai Xiaoshan comes......"

Mo Chou turned around curiously, but saw Bai Xiaoshan chatting with the golden fat man, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Brother, the gift you said can't be that fake, right?" ”

Mo Yan smiled: "Guess right, that's it, it's a pity that there is no reward." ”

Mo Chou couldn't help but stretch out Bai Shengsheng's little hand, put it on Mo Yan's forehead, and said with wide eyes: "It's strange, there is no fever." ”

Mo Yan couldn't cry or laugh, took her hand away, and said, "Stinky girl, curse me, right?" ”

Mo Chou grimaced and said with a smile: "How dare you...... But, brother, that painting is a fake, do you really want to give it to grandpa as a gift? It's not quite right......"

Mo Yan pouted and said, "Who said it was a fake?" ”

Mo Chou was surprised: "Is it genuine?" Impossible...... By the way, brother, didn't you just say that you don't know anything about these things? ”

Mo Yan smiled: "Don't ask so much, I'll give you a little trick later, and after reading it, you will understand." ”

Mo Chou is easy-going, and he trusts Mo Yan 100%, and when he heard this, he nodded obediently and didn't ask again.

About ten minutes later, Bai Xiaoshan walked over with the painting.

Mo Yan said: "How much did it cost?" ”

Bai Xiaoshan smiled: "Fifty thousand...... This person once worked under my uncle, and he originally refused to accept money, but I am a member of the Bai family, how can I take advantage of such a small advantage? In the end, he was given 50,000 yuan and a business card, and even if the painting was genuine, he would not suffer. ”

He said this plainly, but in his bones he had the unique arrogance of the children of the family.

Mo Yan smiled and didn't say anything, in fact, he also knew that although Bai Xiaoshan's words were not very popular, they were the truth.

In front of Mo Chou, Bai Xiaoshan seemed to be submissive, and his backbone seemed to never be straight. But in front of the world, he is an unattainable son of a family.

The business card he gave to the fat man was worth as much as it was worth anything. It's not worth much because it's essentially a piece of paper. It is said that it is worth a lot because with this business card, it is equivalent to getting an opportunity to get close to the Bai family......

Mo Yan took the painting, and said in his heart that having a follower like Bai Xiaoshan is actually very good, at least it can save some cause and effect.

The reason why he refused to come forward to buy the painting in person was because he was worried that the scene in the Sifang Zhai would appear again. It's unlikely, but it's a possibility. And letting Bai Xiaoshan come forward, as a child of his family, can save a lot of trouble.

Now that the painting was in hand, Mo Yan began to ponder how to get the multicolored round stone in his hands......

At this time, Mo Chou couldn't wait to say, "Brother, what about the trick you said?" Show me! ”

Bai Xiaoshan asked curiously, "What trick?" ”

Mo Chou glanced left and right, and whispered: "My brother said that this painting is actually not a fake, and if you change a trick, you can reveal the truth from the fake." ”

Bai Xiaoshan pretended to be surprised and said, "Yes, this is really unexpected......

He said so on his lips, but in his heart he didn't think so. Genuine? If it's genuine, I'll swallow it alive......

At this moment, Zhou Xianyu's bodyguard came over and said to Mo Chou: "Miss Mo, Mei Lao said that I haven't seen you for many years, and I hope you can go to the backyard to meet." ”

Mo Chou was thinking about the painting in his hand, and blurted out: "Don't go, I still have something to do......"

Mo Yan was thinking about how to get the colorful round stone in his hands, and there was a good opportunity in front of him, so he persuaded: "Little sister, the elder, please, don't dare to resign." Let's go, I'll accompany you to see Mei Lao. ”

Mo Chou said: "But this painting ......"

Mo Yan smiled: "Silly girl, there must be a place for tricks." Let's go to Mei Lao's place and ask him to borrow a place. ”