There will be a lot of this kind of leaky ditch water every day.

When Fangzhou's reputation really rises one day, it will be the time when the three legs stand up.

After eating, I chatted with Zhou Degui and obtained a lot of valuable information from his mouth, including the biennial comprehensive competition of the headquarters.

Zhou Degui is indeed a very rare and valuable helper.

Yesterday, I was stationed in the appraisal center, and it only took one night to get back to my former state. In the operation of machinery and instruments, he is more proficient than me.

In less than 24 hours of getting along, I learned another spirit of Fangzhou from him.

That's high standards and exacting requirements.

While chatting, a cheer of surprise came.

The witch Qiyan rushed straight into the appraisal center, screamed Uncle Gui heartbreakingly, hugged Zhou Degui tightly, and burst into tears in an instant.

Zhou Degui, who was tightly held in Qiyan's arms, almost lost his breath, his dark face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and he couldn't help but scream to let go.

Qiyan didn't care at all, she squatted directly in front of Zhou Degui, holding Zhou Degui and kissing fiercely, kissing and calling Uncle Gui, laughing and crying.

made Zhou Degui so bumpy, and he refused to give up.

The little cousin was stunned and didn't know why.

I was so intimate with Zhou Degui that the witch completely hung me aside, like a stranger.

I watched silently, recalling the serious warning that Bald Lao Liang had given me, and I had a new understanding of this witch who loved everyone when I saw it.

Originally, I thought that after Qiyan and Zhou Degui finished talking about the old days, they asked in detail about the possibility of cheating in the comprehensive martial arts competition, but I received a call halfway, so I immediately jumped up and called to take care of Eucalyptus, put on my clothes and ran out.

An hour later, I showed up at the Yandu TV building.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived, and there was a long line outside the building, and there was no end in sight.

There was also a banner hanging at the door.

"Collect the World Free Treasure Appreciation Day."

The collection of the world, the gate of the hot summer and the folk treasure hunt of the second god are the most popular treasure appreciation columns now.

In addition to free treasure appreciation, there are also exchange activities.

The Mongolian girl ran down the steps and took my hand and rushed forward, which made many folk collectors who had worked hard to queue for most of the day extremely unhappy and complained.

The elevator went straight up to the seventh floor, and with the blessing of the Mongolian girl's press card, it entered the hall unimpeded.

"Tong. This time, we're going to fight together again. They are too bullying. It's clear that he wrote it, but he doesn't admit it."

"Thank you for remembering me as a comrade."

"We're not comrades."

"What's that?"

"We are...... Dude."

Entering the noisy and noisy hall, the Mongolian girl kept holding my hand and rushed left and right to the northeast corner.

Far away, I saw a familiar face.

The old man in front of him is so unpretentious that he doesn't talk like an obscure old man on the train squatting at the junction of the carriages.

When I got to the old man, the Mongolian girl didn't give me a chance to introduce me at all, and called directly at someone by the window.

"Master Gu. I've got you the witnesses you want."

"You ask my friend."

By the window, there are two long tables, covered with flannel.

An old gray man behind the long table raised his head and glanced at me lightly, and replied without being salty or light: "No matter who you come to, it can't change the fact that this word is fake."

"Facts are facts. It's useless for anyone to come."

On the phone, the Mongolian girl had already explained to me what had happened.

Since I came, I didn't say anything, I directly turned out the eight-foot large hall on the table, and sprayed directly at the white old man.

"Master Gu, the bean juice is salty and sweet, you can drink it indiscriminately, and your judgment can't be nonsense."

"This painting in the middle hall, but I watched the old lady Wang Jingzhen write it with my own eyes, and then took it from Master Tao Bozhen with my own hands."

"On what basis do you say that he is a fake? Where is the evidence?"

The eight-foot calligraphy in front of me is the old despicable Dazhongtang that I made for the third generation of coal, but the appraiser surnamed Gu on the other side did not admit it.

The surname Gu is a native of the magic capital, specializing in calligraphy and painting appraisal, and has a high reputation in the provinces south of the Yangtze River. He is also a special guest of this issue of the collection world.

"Don't get excited, young man. First of all, let me tell you, I have seen Mr. Wang's calligraphy......

Master Gu probably saw that I was biting eggs too much, and his demeanor was quite calm, and his words were full of his authority, and I was arrogant and disdainful.

"Mr. Wang is very old, and his pen is not able to write such a strong and turbulent font. And Mr. Wang is good at small print, and you're completely wrong about this."

"And it's not the right time."

"As far as I know, Mr. Wang has not inscribed anyone in the past ten years. Not to mention such a large size."

"You said you saw ...... with your own eyes."

Patiently waiting for Master Gu to babble for a while, I coldly asked the other party, "Finished?"

"It's my turn?"

Master Gu glanced at me with an extremely impatient and annoying expression, and his dark face turned aside.

For the masters of the antique circle and the antique shop, I will never give a good face.

Whether it is a public family or a private family, anyone who has something to do with Wenbo and Lao Despicable, as long as he seizes the opportunity, he will die!

I immediately went back unceremoniously.

"Master Gu, your ears are pricked up, please listen to the question!"

As soon as the three words of the question came out, the Mongolian girl next to her couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth and laughed happily.

"You said that the old lady Wang Jingzhen hasn't touched a pen in the past ten years, so on the last day of the Baoli Autumn Auction last month, who wrote the Dazhongtang signed Xiaoyaozi and sold for 240,000 yuan?"

Master Gu was stunned for a moment, and his eyelids blinked, revealing a little confusion.

As soon as I saw Master Gu's appearance, I knew that the other party didn't know about it at all.

The auction of the old and despicable calligraphy made a splash in the vast amount of news every day.

If he had sent it, his first calligraphy auction would have gone down in history.

"Excuse me, Master Gu, turn your face to the left and look at me, and the enthusiastic crowd will ask you something."