The best feng shui master

Chapter 73 Jealousy, definitely jealousy!

"Cursive script? Zhang Xu's wild cursive? How much is it worth?"

Chen Yi didn't have a big reaction when he heard this. He is a magic stick with little culture. He vaguely remembered that there was a guy named Zhang Xu in the junior high school history textbook. What are you writing about.

"Say less than 1000 million!"

Li Xiangchun thought for a moment and gave a conservative figure.

"1000 million? Fuck, why the hell didn't you say it earlier?" Chen Yi couldn't calm down anymore when he heard 1000 million. He withdrew his small hunting knife like an electric shock, pointed at Li Xiangchun's nose and cursed extremely carelessly.

"What if it breaks, damn it, 1000 million, what if it breaks!"

"I, I didn't see it at first." Li Xiangchun was wronged like a little daughter-in-law who was beaten and scolded by her parents-in-law, completely unaware that it had nothing to do with him, it was his own idea.

"Is it broken, is it broken..."

Chen Yi's lips were trembling, and he couldn't even utter a single sentence, so he lay down on the scroll and examined it carefully.

That affectionate gaze, those trembling hands are like a person who has been holding back for decades and has no hope of getting married in this life. Suddenly, before he dies, he marries a beautiful and beautiful daughter-in-law. Daughter-in-law's old bachelor with white thighs!
What is cursive?He does not know!

Who is Zhang Xu?None of his business!

What he loves most is the 1000 million!

Fuck, 1000 million!
My God, the ancestral grave is smoking!

After checking more than ten times in a row, Chen Yi patted his chest in fear, "It's not bad, it's not bad!"

When Boss Zhu just took out this painting of flowers and birds, Chen Yi could see that there were two completely different yang qi on it, one was so weak that it could hardly be detected, and the other was dense and dense.

Otherwise, with his stingy temperament, why would he be willing to spend 1 yuan to buy a broken painting as a gift.

With 1 yuan to buy paintings, it is better to spend 100 yuan to buy two pork knuckles, and then a whole bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou, and cook it in a pot at home.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this piece of rice paper full of ghostly symbols would have such a big background.

The most important thing is that it is worth so much money!
"Old Li, Brother Li, help me out, get it out, I'll treat you to dinner when I go back!"

Chen Yi always said that Luo Yan Han Wenxue changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book. In fact, he himself is a dog. Just now he yelled at others very unreasonably, and then pulled his face down to beg others in the blink of an eye, as if the shameless thing just now had nothing to do with him money relationship.

In fact, Chen Yi was also helpless. With his trembling hands, he really didn't have the confidence to take it out without damaging it, so he could only shamelessly ask Li Xiangchun for help.

"Me, I'm not sure either!"

Li Xiangchun was no longer as coquettish as when he first saw Chen Yi, waving his hands and backing away repeatedly.

Just kidding, this is 1000 million. If you accidentally break it, you can't afford to pay for your old bones.

"Little brother, can the old man let me see?"

Just when Chen Yi was in a dilemma, Liu Changchun said with a smile.

"Uh, thank you, Mr. Liu, you got it out of trouble."

Chen Yizheng was worried, how could he refuse, and quickly handed over the scroll.

Mr. Liu put on his presbyopic glasses, and took a closer look at the leaked corner, "Well, yes, just looking at these should be Zhang Xu's authentic works, little brother, you are really amazing."

Liu Changchun put down the scroll and took a sip of tea.

"Hehe, good luck, good luck!"

Chen Yi hurriedly humbled himself, and at the same time he was a little surprised that Liu Changchun could still remember him. This old man has a pretty good memory despite his seventies.

Liu Xiangchun glanced at Chen Yi, arranged the scroll, and with a "poof", the tea that he drank just now was evenly sprayed on the scroll without leaking.

"Fuck, what are you doing, old man?"

Chen Yi was furious, I was reluctant to touch it, but you sprayed water on it?
Jealousy, definitely jealousy of my good luck!
This old thing is so insincere, you say you have lived a long time, how can you still do such a disgusting thing.

Seeing that Chen Yi raised his arms and was about to charge upwards, Fatty Wu and Liu Xiangchun couldn't make him mess up, each with one arm, they quickly held him up.

"Brother, calm down, calm down, Mr. Liu is helping you," Fatty Wu said quickly.

"Help me? Is your head squeezed by the door? How can you sell this cursive script with saliva?"

Chen Yi is now a red-eyed bull, his brain completely replaced by muscles.

"Spraying water can make the upper layer of flower and bird paintings softer, so that when they are separated, even if they are damaged, only the upper layer will be damaged, and the cursive script will not be damaged."

Li Xiangchun also explained.

He couldn't understand it now. When Chen Yi was coquettish in Fatty Wu's shop, he felt ashamed. Even now, he didn't think it was all due to luck that he could get this pair of Zhang Xu's cursive script.

Since you have such good eyesight, why don't you even know such a simple and common method?
This is difficult to explain, just like a person who easily solves various problems in advanced mathematics, but fails in the addition and subtraction of elementary school students.

In fact, Chen Yi is really like a primary school student in the antique world, what he knows is basically hearsay.

Chatting is not literacy, what is said is refreshing new and strange things, who would say these most basic things.

"Why don't you come by yourself?"

Liu Changchun raised his head and looked at Chen Yi with contempt.

Chen Yi already knew at this time that he was making a joke, so he rubbed his hands together quickly and said, "Just kidding, kidding, don't get me wrong, old man, I just wanted to make a joke to adjust the atmosphere."

Everyone fainted, speechless at this guy's shamelessness.

Liu Changchun rolled his eyes, not having the same experience as this junior, rubbed his hands together, and started to pick up the painting.

His palms are extremely soft and flexible, and his movements are delicate and steady, unlike ordinary old people at all.

Liu Changchun is worthy of being an important figure in the antique world. Putting aside his money and connections, even though he is in his seventies or eighties, his hands are still so delicate and flexible, which makes people have to look at him with admiration.

As time went by, the whole picture of Zhang Xu's cursive script finally appeared in front of everyone.

This cursive script is majestic throughout, the layout is open and closed, the pen is very precise, wild but not strange, and the momentum is unrestrained and unrestrained.

Chen Yi leaned over shyly, wanting to see what the 1000 million people looked like, but was pushed out by Liu Changchun.

"What's the rush? The old man has helped you a lot, so you can't respect the old and love the young. Let me take a look first?"

Liu Changchun said angrily.

"Look, look!"

Chen Yi had no temper after being scolded, so he could only talk embarrassingly.

Seeing Chen Yi's honest appearance, Liu Changchun's anger subsided a little, and he put his eyes on it for a full ten minutes.

Everyone didn't dare to take a breath, they were all waiting for the old man's final conclusion.

Zhang Xu is known as the "Crazy Sage" in the calligraphy world, and he can be called the originator of Kuangcao, and his authentic works are rarely handed down to the world. If this painting is true, it will definitely cause a huge sensation.

Ten minutes later, the old man sighed, "Oh, although I would like to believe it, but you are lucky, this cursive script is real, it should be his "Four Posts of Ancient Poems", God is really blind , How could it fall into the hands of you, a brat who doesn't understand anything."

The old man complained helplessly that these old fritters in the antique world have never encountered such a good thing in their life, and they let this kid take such a big deal.

(End of this chapter)