Rebirth as a miracle doctor in the 80s

Chapter 192 There Are Paintings Within Paintings, Tang Yin's Picture of Spring Trees and Autumn Frost
It just so happened that there were great experts here, so I took this opportunity to ask Mr. Meng to help him uncover the mystery of this painting.

"Old Meng, do you really believe that there is another painting under this? Don't waste time, He Jincheng, you'd better admit defeat honestly. If you delay any longer, you won't be able to escape the fate of being trampled under my feet!"

Hu Zhengsheng sneered and said,

He felt that He Jincheng was just delaying time, no matter how many tricks you came up with, it was useless.

"Hehe, according to my superficial experience over the years, there may indeed be another painting under this painting. Since Xiaoyou Qin doesn't mind if I break it, then I'll give it a try!"

Old Meng chuckled and ignored Hu Zhengsheng.

From his experience, as long as there is another painting under this painting, the value of this painting will increase by dozens or even hundreds of times.

More importantly, he hopes to see a peerless painting, which is definitely a great blessing in life for a collector of Chinese paintings like him.

"Okay, then I will trouble Old Meng!"

He Jincheng also ignored Hu Zhengsheng, the jumping clown, and after reading the words of veteran Meng, it would be clear at a glance who the clown was.

Meng Lao immediately asked his assistants to prepare things.

The auction side has everything, and it will be ready and delivered soon.

After studying for about half an hour, Mr. Meng started to reveal the painting.

He was more serious than ever, and he pushed aside the first layer of drawing paper bit by bit, until he saw another layer of drawing paper underneath, his face also showed an excited look, knowing that his judgment was absolutely correct. Sure enough, there was another painting.

Hu Zhengsheng was a little confused, what's the situation, there is really another painting underneath, how is this possible?
Everyone was also shocked, and they all stretched their necks to watch Mr. Meng make a move.

Another hour or so passed, under the eyes of everyone, Lao Meng completely cut off one side of the drawing paper, in order to protect the lower layer of drawing paper to the greatest extent.

As the drawing paper on it was completely uncovered, a landscape painting suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

In the valley where the spring mountains spit out greenery and the flowing springs splash, the scene of two scribes sitting cross-legged on the rocks near the river looking for a secluded conversation makes people yearn for it, and they feel a little lost for a while.

"This is……"

Meng Lao's voice was trembling, and his eyes were red as he looked at the second painting in front of him.

"Spring trees and autumn frost pictures! My God, this is Tang Bohu's spring trees and autumn frost pictures!"

"What? It doesn't mean that this painting has been lost long ago, and all the ones circulating now are imitations. Is this true?"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, their eyes opened wide, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

"The high hills are towering, the dead trees are new branches, and the buds are blooming, revealing the news of spring. The springs hanging at the mouth of the valley are like drills, merging into the streams, and the jumping beads splash out, with a cold sound. The environment is elegant and dusty. This is indeed a spring tree. The map of Autumn Frost is exactly the same as the historical records, it is absolutely authentic!"

Meng Lao's voice was trembling, and he said excitedly.

Hu Zhengsheng was completely dumbfounded, really?How could it be true?

This guy He Jincheng bought it for only 3000 yuan. If it's true, how much is it worth?

Hu Zhengsheng couldn't imagine it anymore, if this was the case, then he would definitely lose!

"Then according to Meng Lao, how much is my painting worth?"

He Jincheng asked with a smile.

He doesn't have much interest in antique calligraphy and paintings, and it would be better if he could pick up the leaks, so he plans to sell them.

"This... this is a priceless treasure. If you really want to give a price, according to Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting auction records, I estimate this painting to be at least 15. If it is auctioned, it should be more than [-]!"

Elder Meng thought for a while and said.

Everyone took a deep breath.

Good guy, 10,000+ ah.

Everyone is a big shot with a net worth of more than one million, but no more than half of them can take out so much money at once.

What's more important is that everyone at the auction went astray, and He Jincheng bought the painting for just over 3000 yuan. This is simply a shocking leak!

He Jincheng smiled lightly.

The current price is very low, and the price of more than [-] is indeed not low.

However, if in a few years, the country's economic level and material consumption grow rapidly, the price of this painting will show an exponential growth, let alone one hundred thousand, millions are possible.

Even if it was only sold for 9 yuan, it still earned more than [-] yuan in the resale!
"Impossible, it must be fake, He Jincheng, why don't you team up with this old man Meng to cheat me!"

The only person present who was unhappy was Hu Zhengsheng.

He snapped and pointed at He Jincheng and Meng Lao, his face was full of anger.

Everyone looked at Hu Zhengsheng with the eyes of an idiot.

He said in his heart that this kid seemed quite normal, why did he still say such unreasonable words?

Mr. Meng is a well-known expert master in the collection field, how could he team up with a little-known kid to trick you, a junior?

Sure enough, Elder Meng's face darkened, and he looked at Hu Zhengsheng coldly.

"Young Master Hu, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. I, Meng Dequn, still have some reputation in the collection circle. You should think twice before speaking!"

As soon as Hu Zhengsheng said what he said just now, he knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Offending Mr. Meng in the collection industry is equivalent to offending half of the people in the collection industry, and this price is not something I can afford.

Hu Zhengsheng's face turned pale immediately, and he knew that he had caused trouble just now, so he quickly bowed to Mr. Meng to apologize.

"Old Meng, I'm really sorry, I made a slip of the tongue and offended you, please forgive me!"

Of course, Elder Meng would not care about a junior, he just snorted coldly, and did not pursue Hu Zhengsheng's rudeness any further.

Turning around, Meng Lao looked at He Jincheng eagerly.

"Little friend, are you planning to sell this picture of spring trees and autumn frost?"

If He Jincheng wanted to sell the painting, Meng Lao decided to buy it immediately.

This is the only rare treasure in the world. Coupled with the interesting things in this painting, it has absolute collection value.

He Jincheng nodded after thinking for a while and said, "That's right, I don't really know much about antique calligraphy and painting, but I just happened to find this painting. It's just a decoration in my hands. If the price is right, I'll sell it." It's gone!"

"Okay, okay, let's do this, I bought this painting, and I bid 15!"

Meng Lao said directly that it was 15.

He Jincheng thought about it and decided to sell it to Mr. Meng.

Although it is best to collect this painting and sell it in another ten or twenty years, the income can be maximized.

But He Jincheng doesn't have so much time, and he still needs money very much.

15, I can buy a house here in Nandu City, so that I can take my wife and children to live here.

The price given by Mr. Meng is definitely a conscience price in this era, so he nodded in agreement.

"If Meng Lao likes it, then according to what Meng Lao said, 15 is 15!"

(End of this chapter)