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Chapter 81 Zhao Mengfu's "Huang Tingjian"

"Boss Chen?"

Boss Yu stopped and looked at Boss Chen who was speaking in surprise.

Boss Chen said seriously: "1000 million! Give it to me."

"Boss Chen, you plan to buy it without looking at the paintings inside. Are you afraid that 1000 million will be in vain?"

Yu Qingqian asked with a half-smile.

"What are you afraid of? Give it a try, and I'll admit it if I lose!"

Boss Chen is indifferent.

He looked at Su Bai, smiled slyly and said, "You didn't spend much to buy this imitation, did you? Sell it to me for 1000 million, and you will definitely make a lot of money."

Boss Chen spent 400 million yuan to buy a flawed jade seal. He felt that he had lost a lot and hoped to get his money back from this painting.

Before Su Bai could speak, Sun Gan spoke first.

"Uncle Chen, your idea is too beautiful. Liu Feng hid the treasure in a copy of Zeng Fanzhi's "The Last Supper". Maybe it is the authentic work of Zeng Fanzhi inside. You want to buy it for 1000 million. It's really loud!"

He went on to say: "I also want to gamble once, how about this, fair competition, I will offer 1200 million, Su God, what do you think?"

Boss Chen's mouth twitched.

What kind of fair competition is this?

Isn't it the consistent rule that someone else can't interfere unless they give up?
Before he could talk about the rules, other bosses followed suit: "I'll give it a shot too, 1500 million!"

"Xiao Sun is right. If you bet on Zeng Fanzhi's works, you will definitely not lose money. I will pay 1600 million!"

……

When the asking price reached 2000 million, the audience in the live broadcast room were shocked.

[Don't local tyrants buy things without looking at them? 】

[Aren't they afraid of being just a piece of cardboard? 】

[Someone has already bid 2000 million! 】

[It's even more exaggerated than betting on stones! 】

[It's more exciting than betting on stones, isn't it! 】

Su Bai laughed.

If there is no system, she might be really moved when she hears the offer of 2000 million yuan.

After all, if it was really Zeng Fanzhi's original work, it would be like this.

These bosses offer such a high price, besides wanting to take a gamble,

There is also a bit of bidding, and the words are rushing up.

The issue is……

I know how much it costs.

Want to pick it up from me,
There are no doors!

Su Bai smiled and shook his head: "You guys want to bet, and I want to bet too. I decided not to sell this painting."

2000 million is not sold?

The bosses present looked at each other in blank dismay.

This guy is playing too big!
Originally, some bosses had some regrets after the quotation was exported.
now coldly,

I also feel that the report is underreported.

"Forget it, since you don't want to sell it to us, then take it apart and have a look, I want to see what the treasure that even 2000 million can't impress you is!"

Boss Chen had no choice but to give up.

A group of people gathered around to watch the excitement.

Su Bai said: "Boss Yu, continue to dismantle."

With the scene just now, Yu Qingqian was also full of excitement and accelerated the speed of cutting.

It's really a bit of a gambling stone to open a window.

Whether it is worth 2000 million or not, the result is about to be revealed!
Cut open the black plastic film, just about to take out the paper inside, suddenly froze.

Lu Chenglong saw that Yu Qingqian's hands stopped, and hurriedly asked, "Boss Yu, what's the matter?"

"Is there something wrong with the oil painting?"

Sun Qian also asked curiously.

Yu Qingqian shook her head: "It's not an oil painting inside."

"Not an oil painting?"

Everyone looked at each other again.

It is not an oil painting, which means that Zeng Fanzhi's works may be difficult to sell for more than 1000 million.

The boss who just offered 2 million yuan was secretly relieved.

Boss Chen also laughed: "Boss Su, do you regret it now?"

Su Bai didn't answer, but looked at Yu Qingqian: "Boss Yu, take it out and see what it is."

"Ah."

Yu Qingqian nodded with a serious expression.

He is the closest and sees the most clearly.

The paper industry is yellowed, and the letter is written in lower case.

He already guessed what was inside the plastic film.

Although it is not Zeng Fanzhi's oil painting, it may be more valuable!

Su Bai was right not to sell it!
In his hand is a beautifully framed copybook!

The paper used for the copybook is obviously made of materials from the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and it is covered with seals and inscriptions from collectors, which shows that the inheritance is orderly!

Yu Qingqian took out the copybook more and more carefully, and spread it on the table.

During the whole process, my hands were shaking.

"This...this is..."

"It's not a painting, it's a copybook!"

"Like lowercase! Whose characters?"

Everyone stood up from their chairs one after another, trying to see the contents of the copybook clearly.

"There is Huang Ting on the top and Guan Yuan on the bottom, there is You Que in front and the Gate of Life in the back..."

Lu Chenglong read out the words on the copybook slowly, and then exclaimed in surprise: "This post is about the "Huang Ting Jing"!"

"There are so many people reading "Huang Ting Jing", it depends on whose work it is."

Boss Chen snorted and said.

There are countless famous writers who came to "Huang Ting Jing" in the past dynasties, and there are many copybooks handed down to this day on the market.

Among them, there are many works that can sell millions, but there are only a handful of works that can sell tens of millions.

At this moment, everyone is wondering who the author of this copybook of "Huang Ting Jing" is.

Gradually, there were fewer discussions.

Especially those who know how to do it, a look of surprise gradually appeared on their faces.

this word,
kinda good
a little too good

a little too good,

It looks like a famous calligrapher with a long history...

Soon, Yu Qingqian cleared his throat, calmed down, and said the name that flashed in the hearts of many people present:

"Zhao Mengfu!"

"This is Zhao Mengfu's "Huang Ting Jing"!"

There was an instant uproar in Wanxuan Zhai!
"What? Zhao Mengfu's authentic work?"

"You're not kidding, are you?"

"Impossible, Zhao Mengfu's "Huang Ting Jing" is obviously stored in the Forbidden City, how could it appear here!"

There were those who were shocked, and naturally there were those who doubted it.

Everyone stretched their necks and looked at the copybook in the center of the table, trying to distinguish the authenticity of the copybook.

Lu Chenglong spoke at this time: "The Forbidden City does have an authentic copy of the "Huang Ting Jing" by Zhao Mengfu, but no one said that Zhao Mengfu only read the "Huang Ting Jing" once, and he has read it many times, in different age groups."

"This is the first time I've seen this post today."

"Let me see!"

Yang Baojie impatiently moved to the copybook, took out a magnifying glass and observed it carefully.

【Is this Zhao Mengfu's copybook very valuable? 】

Someone asked in the live broadcast room.

[Zhao Mengfu was a great calligrapher in the Song and Yuan Dynasties. He was as famous as Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, and Liu Gongquan. There are not a few of his calligraphy and painting works that have sold over [-] million yuan! 】

[over [-] million?so exaggerated? 】

[No exaggeration, his "To Guo You No. 2.67 Tie Juan" even sold for a sky-high price of [-] million! 】

【In this way, God Su's copybook might be worth a small goal? 】

[Yes, but the premise must be authentic! 】

There were only bursts of amazement left in the barrage.

Yang Baojie observed it for a few minutes, and then said slowly: "This post Lin's "Huang Ting Jing" is written by Zhao Mengfu, and it should be his middle and late works. There are inscriptions and postscripts written by him on it. For the inscriptions and seals of calligraphers, you only need to refer to other collections of these famous masters to distinguish the authenticity of the seals."

"So I think there is a high probability that this painting of "Huang Ting Jing" is the authentic work of Zhao Mengfu!"

Lu Chenglong also said: "I heard that Liu Feng bought Zhao Mengfu's authentic handwriting at a high price. He has shown it off in front of me many times, and he should be talking about this copybook."

"It's a pity...it wasn't Zhao Mengfu who was in November of the sixth year of Dade, only two months before his death. I read it again and left the one with my calligraphy experience. Otherwise, it would be priceless."

"That's enough, what more bikes do you need?"

"I'll go! If I knew it, I would add more money!"

Sun Gan slapped his thigh regretfully, and there was a loud slap...

(End of this chapter)