My Confucian Father

Chapter 70 Confucian disciples, chief treasure appraisers
Through eavesdropping with his spiritual sense, Su Mu finally understood why the maid didn't seem excited when she heard that she was coming to sell calligraphy and paintings of Confucian saints.

Because there is only one calligraphy and painting of Confucian saints in the world now, and it was also collected in the imperial palace.

As a result, someone suddenly came over and said that he wanted to sell the calligraphy and paintings of Confucian saints. Who would believe it?And judging from the tone of Huang Lao, it seems that this is not the first time someone has cheated.

"Guest, this is Mr. Huang, our senior treasure appraiser of Wanbao Pavilion, and he will appraise your treasure."

The maid smiled and said to Su Mu,
After Mr. Huang walked in, he sat down directly opposite the table, and said, "Take out the things and let the old man have a look."

The attitude is calm and there is no impatience.

In terms of service attitude, Wanbao Pavilion is still quite good. Even if they think that the things in the hands of customers are fakes, they don't reveal the slightest on the surface.

Su Mu didn't hesitate, took out the calligraphy and painting that he carried with him, and placed it on the table in front of him.

"Please."

Mr. Huang put on his gloves, then slowly unfolded the calligraphy and painting, and laid it flat on the table.

And the words "Heaven rewards diligence" are written crookedly on the scroll, which looks like an earthworm crawling, extremely ugly.

This is the second scroll that Su Mu opened in the Confucian sage's study, not because he is unwilling to find other better ones, but because...it is already well written.

Other calligraphy and paintings are even more unsightly than this.

Su Mu couldn't imagine how a Confucian sage's handwriting could be so ugly. Don't you need to look at the fonts in the imperial examinations in this era?
He did not understand, but was greatly shocked.

The dwarf is taller than others, so in the end, he can only choose this calligraphy and painting that he can barely read and understand to sell.

After seeing this calligraphy and painting, the maid's face became a little strange, and then said hesitantly: "My guest, where did your calligraphy and painting... come from?"

"I got it by accident..."

At this time, Su Mu's embarrassing toes almost buckled three rooms and one living room on the ground. Fortunately, there was a mask to cover it, otherwise he could be sure that his face was already red.

The maid just wanted to say politely that this calligraphy and painting might be a fake, but she saw Mr. Huang holding the calligraphy and painting and looking at it carefully, with a very serious expression on his face.

Finally, he put down the calligraphy and painting, and said to Su Mu with a serious face: "I'm sorry, I can't tell the authenticity of this calligraphy and painting..."

Just when the maid thought that Mr. Huang was politely refusing to accept the goods, she was immediately stunned by his next words.

"...Please wait here for a while, I will invite two higher-level treasure appraisers to come over and appraise it."

"???"

When the maid heard this, she was immediately at a loss.

What's the situation, don't you know it's a fake, and you need to ask other appraisers to appraise it?
The first time Su Mu heard this, he also felt that it was outrageous. He was ready to be kicked out, but who knew that the other party was so cautious.

You can't really see that this is a Confucian sage's calligraphy, right?

Su Mu murmured in his heart, and then pretended to be calm and said: "Yes, I will wait for you here."

"Excuse me."

After Mr. Huang apologized, he turned around and walked out of the private room. He walked hurriedly, as if he was in a hurry.

The maid also left the room, chased after Huang Lao, and asked suspiciously: "Huang Lao, what are you doing, isn't that calligraphy and painting clearly fake?"

"How could the Confucian sage's calligraphy be so poor? The calligraphy of Mengtong, who is more than ten years old, is probably better than that."

Huang Lao stared and said, "You know so much! That calligraphy and painting is very likely to be real!"

"This painting is too important. I can't make the decision. I have to ask Mr. Wang to come over and take care of it."

Hearing Mr. Wang's name, the maid was even more surprised.

Because the Mr. Wang mentioned by Mr. Huang is the chief appraiser in Wanbao Pavilion, and it is said that the master behind the scenes invited him with great difficulty.

The most important identity of the other party is one of the 72 disciples who once went on a study tour with Confucian saints!

This Mr. Wang is only studying knowledge on the fourth floor and rarely shows up, but his rank is very high.

"Treat that guest well!"

After Huang Lao gave his instructions, he left in a hurry.

……

On the other side, Su Mu was invited from the ordinary private room to the Tianzihao private room, and there were several beautiful fair-skinned, long-legged beauties who fanned their shoulders and beat their backs.

The quality of these beauties is no worse than the red card of Shangbi Pavilion, and it looks like they were specially trained.

So his mood is quite complicated now.

Although he knew that what he was holding in his hand was the real thing, even he himself felt that it was more like a fake.

"This is a Confucian sage. No matter how ugly or ugly the handwriting is, there are still people who will buy it. I'm so inexplicably unhappy..."

Su Mu felt uncomfortable for a while, and began to feel sore again.

Why wasn't he the one who crossed first.

He also wants to experience this feeling, okay?

After a while, there were footsteps again, and a thin, slightly stooped old man in a Confucian robe walked into the private room, and Huang Lao followed behind him.

Seeing this, Su Mu knew that this was the chief appraiser invited by Huang Lao.

Huang Lao introduced to Su Mu: "Guest, this is Mr. Wang, the chief appraiser of my Wanbao Pavilion. He traveled with Confucian saints to various countries and is one of the 72 disciples."

"Mr. Wang is here to appraise the treasure, so don't worry."

Such a big battle...Su Mu was taken aback, he didn't expect that he would blow up all his father's former students.

But he still said: "Let's start, don't waste any more time, my time is tight."

The voice is low and awe-inspiring.

Mr. Wang was not angry, just nodded, and then slowly picked up the set of calligraphy and painting for inspection, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked carefully.

After a long time, he put down his calligraphy and painting, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that apart from the one in the palace, there would be Master's calligraphy handed down to the world."

"This scribbled handwriting, this wild cursive script, is really nostalgic. This is undoubtedly the master's handwriting."

"This calligraphy and painting...is real."

Mr. Wang gave an affirmative answer, confirming the authenticity of this calligraphy and painting.

And this conclusion shocked everyone.

"Sure enough! I knew it! I knew it!" Huang Lao looked excited and extremely excited.

"All the people who used fake calligraphy and paintings to pretend to be Confucian sages and ink treasures all painted extremely well, but how did they know that Confucian sages would be the same as ordinary people?"

"Only such ugly handwriting, which looks like a ghost struggling in pain, is the most perfect masterpiece!"

"Tearing away all the beauty and hypocrisy, and hitting the bottom of the heart at a glance makes people feel pain and distortion. What Confucianism wants to convey is this kind of bloody and real thing!"

"Using this kind of words to write "Heavenly Rewards Hard Work" will make people more visually impactful!"

Mr. Huang praised it endlessly, and he was about to praise this calligraphy and painting to the sky.

The more Su Mu listened, the more confused he became, and the more he listened, the more he doubted himself. Could it be that his level is not enough, and he can't feel the true meaning to be conveyed in this calligraphy?

"Am I really a husband?"

Growing up so big, Su Mu began to doubt his level of education and education for the first time.

But soon he put these questions behind him, stared at Mr. Wang with piercing eyes and asked, "So how many spirit stones do you plan to produce?"

(End of this chapter)