Li Ding'an rolled his eyes.

Half of them don't know, but the remaining half ...... He Anbang, Lu Benzhi, and even Chen Jingshu actually gave themselves a look?

I understand, the old man is not small, maybe he is some kind of big leader.

So, be well-behaved and don't make extraneous branches......

Of course, he understood these hints, but he still couldn't hold back: "Hello old man, what's the problem?" ”

The crowd fell.

Sure enough, Li Ding'an is still which Li Ding'an: Who do I care about you?

In the same way, the old man was also asked.

I'm not Su Fubi's person, so I really can't ask where this painting is.

But this young man is very interesting, and he is not stage frightened at all......

The old man smiled: "It looks like the work of an old man, so I am curious for a while...... I wonder if you can let me take a look? ”

Old friend?

It's definitely not Zhang Daqian, the age is not right, then only Fujiwara Lengshan is left.

Although it was like the stars and the moon, the old man's tone was very gentle, and he only looked at it.

"Yes!"

Li Ding'an thought about it and opened the box.

Mr. Qiu was also quick-witted, and quickly pulled over a piece of soft cloth and spread it on the booth.

The old man was very serious, first putting on his glasses, then his gloves, and finally he took out a magnifying glass from his pocket.

Peer?

It seems that nine times out of ten, it has something to do with the other guest that Mr. Qiu said, but this aura is ...... Too strong, too?

Thinking in his heart, Li Dingan was also ready to go up, but was pulled by He Anbang.

"What kind of painting is this?"

Li Ding's installation is pretended: "Fujiwara Lenshan's work!" ”

He Anbang was stunned.

Fujiwara Lenyama, his works are of little value, huh?

The quality is extremely high, and it is only one hundred or two hundred thousand......

It stands to reason that such a thing cannot arouse Li Ding'an's interest, let alone the attention of the old man, right?

So, there's weirdness?

He Anbang tiptoed and looked inside. turned his head again and stared at Li Ding'an: "Isn't it weird?" ”

Li Ding'an thought for a while: "No, just Fujiwara Lengshan's painting!" ”

It's not that he can't tell He Anbang, but the occasion is wrong......

"Huh?" He Anbang showed his disbelief, squinting his eyes, "Where did you say it came from?" ”

Li Ding'an had some toothache.

Mr. Qiu is next to him, it's useless to lie?

He sighed: "Picked...... Well, that's it! ”

Which one, which one else could it be?

The one Logan promised to give him, of course......

"I ......"

He Anbang's eyes widened, and he almost scolded something.

Lu Benzhi, including several librarians, Guan Dehai, etc., were also surprised.

They are all insiders, and of course they know the ins and outs.

The question is, but "the starting price is less than one million", and Li Dingan is good, not to mention that the thing he picked is only 100,000, or is it a collection that has not been auctioned?

Does he lack an eye?

Are you kidding...... Combined, these people present are estimated to have as many hearts and eyes as him.

So, there must be quirky ......

The rest of the people don't know Li Ding'an, so they can't help but be curious: just a painting, or Fujiwara Lengshan's painting, it's worth 3580,000 yuan in the end, and it's used like this?

But after a while, they realized how shallow their eyelids were......

Finally got rid of He Anbang, Li Dingan leaned towards Chen Jingshu again: "What's the matter!" ”

"Mr. Xiang said that his students saw a work in the exhibition hall of the unsold auction, which is suspected to be a famous work, so I want you to come and see it as well......"

Li Dingan paused slightly, and sighed secretly: Is this favor owed more and more?

There are good things, and she immediately thinks that she is only secondary. The key is, if it weren't for Chen Jingshu's reminder, I really wouldn't have chosen this painting: after all, it is a lost auction, and when the second auction is held, wouldn't it be good to easily win 100,000 yuan?

And then...... Where else is there then?

Now that this is the driving force, I dare to ask if Qiu can always withstand it. Therefore, it is simply impossible to save it for the second beat......

He was silent for a while, and then raised his eyes to see that there was a middle-aged man standing next to the old man, with a respectful attitude and following the same steps, and it seemed that he was his student.

It can be seen from this that he should be "the guest who came to see the painting in the morning" in the mouth of Mr. Qiu...... It's also dangerous, and I'm just a few minutes early......

Li Dingan sighed secretly: "Why are so many people here?" ”

"Originally, it was just me and Teacher Xiang, but when I went out of the exhibition hall, I ran into He Hall and Lu Yuan, and then I met other people......"

Tsk, this appeal?

"That teacher is ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

The old man straightened his waist, took off his gloves, and smiled on his face: "Just retire old man!" ”

Hey, these ears are pointy enough?

Chen Jingshu hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry Teacher Xiang, he is Li Ding'an, I told you about it before......"

Li Ding'an...... Ang Lee?

The young man who was several floors taller than Guan Dehai?

The old man's eyes lit up, and he looked at him several times with great meaning, and Li Ding'an couldn't understand it.

If Chen Jingshu hadn't shouted "teacher", he would have thought it was her father......

The old man smiled and pointed to the painting again: "The eyesight is good, and I am not mistaken: there is no problem with the painting, there is no problem with the pen, hook, color, and blank, and there is no problem with the words, and there is no problem with the money...... Including these two seals, you can also find the provenance......"

I just thought that he was talking about himself, and every time the old man said a word, the middle-aged man next to him nodded, and there was still a snickering joy in his eyes: in fact, he didn't see so much at all......

But as he clicked, he realized that something was wrong.

The young man was nodding his head along with him?

I nodded because I understood, and even more because this is my teacher, what are you nodding your head indiscriminately?

Li Dingan didn't see it, and he wouldn't pay attention to it if he saw it.

Hearing that the old man stopped, Li Dingan subconsciously asked again: "Teacher Xiang, what else?" ”

You're welcome?

The old man lifted his chin again: "He painted, first kept the money, then inscribed, and finally finished the chapter...... The latter two are both on this painting, but only the one is missing. ”

After a pause, the old man frowned again: "So I'm wondering, is he hiding somewhere?" ”

Ouch......

Li Ding'an is a spirit, and his admiration is like the water of the Yangtze River, gushing endlessly.

It's only been a few minutes?

A master is indeed a master......

It can also be seen from this that the mystery mentioned by the system is Zhang Daqian's style, which is his name.

The question is, where is he hiding?

This is not the kind of "painting made up of Chinese characters" on the Internet, nor is it like an oil painting, where you can hide a few letters in any corner.

This is a fine brush, or a light color, but any connoisseur, even the first stroke when painting can be seen everywhere, let alone the name?

But since the old man said that there is, then there must be......

Li Ding'an stared at him, searched carefully, and heard the voice of a middle-aged man in his ears again.

"That'...... Teacher, you see? ”

"You look at it...... Well, it's time for the experience! ”

The old man replied and sat down, smiling on his face.

I don't know why, the middle-aged man always feels that the teacher is smiling...... Seems to have that bit of bad intentions?