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Chapter 720 Comparing Birthday Ceremony

Hearing this, Wu Xiaoshan was startled and suddenly looked down.

Your grandpa's, it's over now.

The anxiety that came over just now, plus preventing Liang Zilong from beating Zhuang Xiaoxiao.

Wu Xiaoshan used too much force, and the box he was holding in his hand, for some reason, was dented back a large piece.

"Find a place, open it and have a look. If the flowers inside are damaged, it will be troublesome. Open it in public, not only will we not be able to get off the stage, but Mr. Chen will definitely be very embarrassed."

After being reminded by Zhuang Xiaoxiao, the three hurried to a table in the backyard of the villa.

The gift box was tightly wrapped, and Wu Xiaoshan didn't care whether it could be restored after being unpacked, so he opened the package after three times.

call!
When they saw that the pot of Four Seasons Begonia in the box was safe and sound, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Fortunately, I just bumped into the box, and the flowers inside are fine."

After confirming that the flowers were all right, Wu Xiaoshan took a lot of effort to restore the packaging.

Seeing that it was getting late, it was almost twelve o'clock.

The three of them didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly walked into the villa.

In the hall on the first floor, many servants are busy greeting the guests.

What was originally used as a living room has been converted into a banquet hall.

Chen Tianxiong was wearing a bright red Tang suit, sitting in the front seat, accepting congratulations from the guests.

"Mr. Chen, I wish you good fortune like Donghai and longevity. A small gift is not a respect."

A balding middle-aged man bowed to Chen Tianxiong, and then respectfully held a gift box and handed it to him.

The butler standing beside Chen Tianxiong immediately opened the gift box.

Immediately, a bright red longevity peach appeared in front of everyone.

"My God, this longevity peach is carved from the finest bloodstone."

"If this is a small gift, then I can't even offer it."

"Isn't it too extravagant to use bloodstone to carve birthday peaches?"

Seeing the bloodstone from a distance, Wu Xiaoshan was also surprised.

For your grandpa, what are these people coming from? Isn't it a little too cruel to give gifts?

If I remember correctly, chicken blood stones are very expensive.

Not to mention that the quality is so good, how can it cost several million?
Wu Xiaoshan also learned about chicken blood stone before practicing jade.

It is because the price is too expensive, so I gave up.

Unexpectedly, today he encountered such a good quality chicken blood stone, and he was moved by seeing it.

The person who gave the gift, when he heard the exclamation of the people around him, was very proud.

Chen Tianxiong was naturally very satisfied with such a gift, he nodded with a smile and said, "It's really costly."

The butler immediately put away the birthday peaches and handed them to the people behind.

"Mr. Chen, I wish you a happy life every year. I heard that you have a lot of research on calligraphy, so I bought a copy of Wen Zhengming's calligraphy for you as a birthday present."

With a pair of simple and unsophisticated calligraphy displayed in front of Mr. Chen.

Everyone at the scene gasped suddenly.

But in the blink of an eye, voices of doubt came from around.

"This calligraphy can't be a fake, it's Wen Zhengming's authentic work, but if it goes to the auction, it must start with a million dollars."

"It must be a fake. It's needless to say. If it's the real one, it won't be in his hands."

"I despise this kind of person the most, and use fakes to pretend to be big-tailed wolves."

In the face of everyone's doubts, Mr. Chen also frowned.

Wei Wei bowed her body, squinted her eyes and began to appreciate carefully.

The person who gave the gift didn't show any panic in the face of everyone's doubts.

"Mr. Chen, I'll tell you the truth. The market price of Wen Zhengming's calligraphy is indeed tens of millions. Even if the younger generation has the heart, they can't buy it. So..."

Hearing this person explain to Mr. Chen, someone immediately cursed angrily.

"So you got a fake to fool Mr. Chen, are you still human?"

"It's really not a thing. Thankfully, Mr. Chen invited you to the birthday banquet. Are you embarrassed?"

"Hurry up and get out, we can't afford to lose this person if we have dinner with someone like you."

The person who was explaining to Chen Tianxiong was suddenly interrupted by these people, and finally showed some dissatisfaction on his face.

"I haven't finished my sentence yet, what are you making trouble for? Whoever said this calligraphy is a fake, I went to the imperial capital to find several experts to appraise it, and it is definitely the genuine one."

"Then how much did you spend?"

"180."

"You can't buy a pair of Wen Zhengming's authentic works for 800 million yuan, but you can buy them for 180 million yuan. How about cheating ghosts?"

Being questioned again and again, the face of the young man who gave the gift became more and more ugly.

Wu Xiaoshan was also a little curious, frowned slightly, opened his Qiankun eyes and looked over.

Your grandpa's, this really isn't a fake.

This piece of rice paper is definitely something from the Ming Dynasty, and the ink on it is not old.

After some observation, Wu Xiaoshan has a judgment on this word.

Immediately, he directly pulled Zhuang Xiaoxiao to squeeze in front of the crowd, and said loudly: "This calligraphy is indeed authentic."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Seeing this, the young man who gave the gift had a gleam of joy in his eyes, and immediately said smoothly: "It's still this brother who has eyesight, and can tell that what I gave is an authentic work."

"What are you? Mr. Chen hasn't spoken yet. Do you have the part to speak?"

"Looking at you like this, you're only in your early twenties, what do you know?"

"Since you say it's the real thing, then tell me where it really is."

Facing everyone's doubts, Wu Xiaoshan was not in a hurry, but walked slowly towards Chen Tianxiong.

Chen Tianxiong raised his head and smiled slightly at Wu Xiaoshan, "Xiaoshan, I didn't expect you to study calligraphy, so tell me, how can you tell the authenticity of this painting?"

"The old man is too modest, and the younger generation doesn't know much about calligraphy. I just feel that this friend has a sincere face, and he doesn't look like someone who used a fake to deceive you."

Wu Xiaoshan shook his head slightly and said something modestly.

But when the people around heard this, they immediately laughed.

"I'm dying of laughter, this kid really doesn't understand farts."

"Let me just say, he is only in his early twenties, let alone appreciating antiques, I think he doesn't even know what an antique is."

"As far as his virtue is concerned, my grandfather brought him the urinal that has been used for decades. I guess he should be a treasure."

Facing everyone's ridicule, Wu Xiaoshan ignored it directly, and continued to watch Chen Tianxiong and express his opinion.

"But this paper is definitely high-quality rice paper from the Ming Dynasty, and the ink marks are not old. It's just that the content of the calligraphy looks messy, and the handwriting is not neat, like the work of practicing pens."

Following Wu Xiaoshan's words, the young man who gave the gift immediately gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"Brother, your vision is really vicious. What you said is absolutely right. This is Wen Zhengming's obsolete handwriting. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to buy it for 180 million yuan, but it is definitely authentic."

When everyone heard this, their expressions froze.

But they obviously didn't believe it, and asked Chen Tianxiong one after another.

"Old man Chen, is this word really like what this kid said?"

(End of this chapter)