Chapter 91: Balcony Post
What catches your eye is the four big characters "Li Taibai Book"!
Drop Immortal - Li Bai?
At first glance, Yang Li was also a little skeptical, but when he looked at the subtleties, he felt more and more frightened, this seemed to be the real thing......!
Lin Shiwen leaned over and saw the calligraphy and painting in Yang Li's hand, and his face immediately changed.
He said resolutely: "Impossible, absolutely unwilling to be true." ”
Lin Shiwen was born in a family of antiques, and since he was a child, he has a deep understanding of these exquisite antique calligraphy.
She looked at Yang Li and reminded loudly: "There is only one of Li Bai's authentic works "On the Balcony Post" in the world, and it has long been collected by the National Museum. ”
Besides, there is no second authentic painting in the world.
How could it be sold in an antique shop on Donghuai Street, and it was also placed in the corner of the shelf.
Looking at the dust falling on it, I'm afraid there is no one who has patronized it.
Can such a calligraphy and painting be the true work of the poet Immortal Li Bai?
This must be a copy!
In fact, not only Lin Shiwen thought so, but also a group of onlookers who craned their necks and didn't believe Li Bai's true works at this time.
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible to be Li Bai's real work!
Even if there is still an authentic painting of Li Bai that has fallen among the people, it will not appear in this kind of place.
There is also the owner of the Xilai Inn, who is also very determined.
This is not the real thing.
This calligraphy and painting looks quite bluffing, but in fact, it was packed for 500 yuan when I went to the countryside to shovel goods.
Five hundred yuan can easily buy Li Bai's authentic handwriting, with this luck, he has already won the lottery these years.
The national football team has also entered the World Cup early.
Everyone's doubts continued, but Yang Li was unmoved, and was sure that this calligraphy and painting was the authentic work of Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
In front of everyone, he took the calligraphy and paintings from the shelves.
Then he said to the boss: "I want this calligraphy and painting." ”
The boss nodded and didn't say anything, "Since I have promised you, then you can take this calligraphy and painting, and I will keep my promise and not take a penny." ”
After speaking, the boss immediately sighed again: "Little brother, I admit that your eyesight is outstanding, and your courage is far beyond that of ordinary people." ”
He looked at the calligraphy and painting in Yang Li's hand: "But today's calligraphy and painting, I'm afraid you are going to be eye-catching, I spent five hundred yuan on this painting when I bought it, and it was packaged and included, it can't be genuine." ”
The expression on Yang Li's face didn't change much, he smiled at the owner of the Xilai Inn and said, "Whether it's genuine or not, you will know after reading it." ”
After speaking, in the expression of everyone's expressions, Yang Li walked straight to the eighth master.
Yang Li said to the eighth master: "Eighth master, can you borrow the chromogenic agent on your body?" ”
"You know I have a chromogen on me?"
The eighth master was a little surprised.
He didn't show that he had brought a chromogen from beginning to end, how was he sure he had brought it?
Yang Li smiled slightly and explained: "The chromogen has a faint fragrance, as long as you pay attention to it, it can be found. ”
"Okay."
The eighth master is becoming more and more satisfied with Yang Li's performance.
He said yes, took out the chromogen, and threw it to Yang Li.
"Xie Baye."
Yang Li thanked him and took the chromogenic agent in the eighth master's hand.
He went straight to a desk and unfolded his calligraphy and painting in front of everyone.
The chromogen was lightly sprinkled on the calligraphy and painting.
After waiting for five or six seconds, he blew hard in the surprised eyes of everyone.
I saw that the font on the calligraphy and painting changed in an instant, and the font on it suddenly became staggered, and the font size changed greatly, forming a strong visual impact.
However, there are many subtle changes in the thick and the pen, which can be said to be thick and fine, and the pen is powerful.
The whole article is hearty, radiant, and has a feeling of grandeur and magnificence.
Then the seals of Qianlong and Song Huizong appeared.
The various details and changes in it, and the seal that appeared in the package, are enough to prove that this is Li Bai's true handiwork.
has been a literary and elegant for 600 years, and there is only Dixian Li Taibai.
Yang Li swept it over seriously and couldn't help but admire.
And at this moment, the people gathered around Yang Li had turned from surprise just now to shock.
In the next second, it turned from shock to shock!
This is actually the true work of the poet immortal Li Bai!
How is this possible?
"I ...... Aren't I blind? ”
A kind of spectator rubs his eyes vigorously, a picture of a ghost in broad daylight.
At this time, Lin Shiwen was also dumbfounded, looked at Yang Li and then looked at the calligraphy and painting in front of him, as if he wanted to try his best to find out the fake.
But after a closer look, I couldn't see anything wrong at all.
Yang Li explained on the side: "There are very few authentic works of Li Bai among the people, but very few does not mean that there are none. ”
"The calligraphy and painting in my hand is the second in this world...... This is a rare treasure that is hard to find in a hundred years, and its value is immeasurable. ”
Boom –
As soon as these words came out, the Xilai Inn completely exploded.
Everyone didn't care about fighting treasures or not fighting treasures, they rushed in one by one, rummaging everywhere upstairs and downstairs, and they didn't even want to let go of the corners and corners.
At this time, there was only one thought in everyone's minds, there must be other missing treasures in it.
And the owner of the Xilai Inn has completely eliminated the noise from the outside world.
I only felt that my brain was screaming, I couldn't hear anything, my body became light, and no matter what I looked at, I had a ghost.
It was also like a stone in his chest, and he couldn't breathe and couldn't speak.
The eighth master looked at Yang Li and clapped his hands in admiration: "Good boy, it seems that I still underestimate you." ”
"I take back what I just said, in the future, there will be more than you in the antique world, and your talent will be far above me!"
"Good, good!"
"Thank you for your compliment."
Although Yang Li was pleasantly surprised in his heart, he still maintained a humble attitude towards the eighth master.
"Character, heart, and eyes, you are all this."
The eighth master gave Yang Li a thumbs up: "I said it." ”
After speaking, the eighth master looked at Yang Li and added: "If you have anything in the future, you can come to me." ”
After speaking, the eighth master greeted Xiao San, turned around, walked in a tiger step, and left the Xilai Inn.
Yang Li turned his head to look at the owner of the Xilai Inn who wanted to cry without tears, and then looked at the customer who was completely crazy, and smiled slightly.
said to Lin Shiwen: "Let's go too, this boss should also taste this lesson." ”
"But I can be regarded as helping him attract a wave of traffic in disguise, but I can still accept it."
After speaking, Yang Li didn't stay long, and left the Xilai Inn directly with Lin Shiwen.
At this time, the owner of the Xilai Inn finally woke up, looked up, and found that Yang Li had left.
The whole person woke up like a dream, raised his head and sighed, and couldn't help but say: "Time is also fate......!" ”