City Peak Medical Saint

Chapter 34
Not long after, the next lot was put on the stage, this time it was a landscape painting, which was hung high.

Zuo Wei stepped forward and said as usual: "This is a picture of tigers by the modern painter Zhou Xiangping. Although Zhou Xiangping is a modern painter, there are not many works left behind. This picture of tigers is his early work. The starting price is [-] [-], each price increase should not be less than [-]."

Seeing that as soon as the work came out, there should be only a handful of auctions. After adding 15 yuan, no one was willing to follow the price.

At this moment, Lin Xiao gasped in surprise, turned his medical eyes to look, and immediately discovered the clues of the painting.

Lin Xiao thought about it for a while, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Chao, I've taken a fancy to this painting. I want to borrow some money from you. Don't worry, I will return it to you right away."

Chu Zhengchao was stunned for a moment, and then he said nonchalantly, "It's okay, if you like Brother Xiao, I'll take a picture of it for you right now."

Lin Xiao chuckled, without being pretentious, and said, "Okay then."

Zuo Weixuan patrolled for a while, as if he knew the value of the painting, he said directly: "15 once, 15 twice, 15 three..."

Before the words were finished, Chu Zhengchao raised his card with a carefree voice: "20."

Zuo Wei smiled and said, "Are there still bids?"

But it wasn't over yet, another person followed the price: "21."

Chu Zhengchao glanced at the follower in surprise, and suddenly found that he was an old man with elegant temperament and gray temples.

"30." Chu Zhengchao said lazily.

The old man asked the price again: "31."

Chu Zhengchao glanced at him and said with a smile, "40."

"You!" The old man suddenly stood up and said with a livid face, "Young man, you are deliberately driving up the price."

Chu Zhengchao spread his arms and said with great aggrievedness, "Please, I want this painting too."

"It's just you, you want this painting." The old man smiled angrily, and said with a gun and stick: "I'm not talking about you, do you really understand this painting, do you know Zhou Xiangping's technique, or you understand it the subtlety of the painting."

Chu Zhengchao shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly, "I really don't understand the techniques, and I can't say what is so subtle about this painting. I don't understand calligraphy and painting at all."

The old man snorted coldly, and said angrily: "Then you are deliberately against me?! I came here for this painting. Zhou Xiangping is my favorite modern painter."

Chu Zhengchao was a little speechless, and said without giving in: "You like what you like, but this auction will be for the highest bidder."

"Okay, okay!" The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and said with all his strength, "41."

"50." Chu Zhengchao said lightly, without blinking.

The old man blushed and said angrily: "My boy, you said you don't know how to paint, so what are you buying it for?"

"I bought it for Brother Xiao." Chu Zhengchao said naturally.

"Brother Xiao?" The old man was stunned and asked in a little confusion, "Who are you talking about?"

Lin Xiao had no choice but to stand up in embarrassment, and smiled and said: "He took the picture for me."

The old man glared at him, then felt relieved in an instant, and said regretfully, "Forget it, I don't have any money.

In this way, Chu Zhengchao won the painting at a price of 50 yuan, and Lin Xiao kept thinking about it until the end of the auction.

Soon, the auction ended as scheduled, and it was time to pay the money and deliver the goods.

Chu Zhengchao was extraordinarily proud, with a light swipe of his bank card, the 50 yuan was paid out, and the others also paid their own money, and were about to leave with the lot.

At this moment, Lin Xiao stopped Zuo Wei suddenly, and said with a light smile, "Do you have a utility knife?"

Zuo Wei's pretty face froze, then she kept smiling and said, "Yes, I'll get it right away."

In an instant, Zuo Wei handed a utility knife to Lin Xiao, who thanked him.

Then, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Lin Xiao swung the knife violently, and with a sound of stabbing, he cut the calligraphy and painting at the waist.

The old man turned pale with shock and said, "You bastard, what are you doing!"

Lin Xiao ignored him, and continued to stab a few times. There were a few more cuts on the picture, and the whole picture became unrecognizable.

Seeing this situation, even Chu Zhengchao was stunned and said, "Damn, brother Xiao, you bought the painting to tear it up, 50 yuan, just like that."

Zuo Wei opened her mouth wide and watched all this in a daze, shocked by Lin Xiao's prodigal behavior.

The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet, and shouted angrily, "Stop it quickly."

Lin Xiao turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to wield the saber in his own way. After a while, the whole picture of the tiger was torn apart, completely reduced to debris, and scattered all over the place.

The old man was so angry that he stepped forward and grabbed Lin Xiao, and said sternly: "You bastard, are you crazy? Even if you don't want this painting, you can resell it to me, but why did you destroy it?"

Speaking of which, the old man was heartbroken, and hurriedly opened his eyes to look at it, and he was stunned when he saw it.

Seeing him quiet down and his expression strange, many people asked curiously: "Old Wang, you are so stupid, why did you stop talking all of a sudden, this is very scary, isn't it?"

Someone joked: "I won't have a stroke, I'm a lot older, and I'm still so emotional, a stroke will happen sooner or later."

The old man's name is Wang Xuefu, a famous modern artist, and a master of calligraphy and painting appraisal. All the calligraphy and paintings that have been authenticated by him can convince countless people.

Mr. Wang was stunned for a while, and then suddenly came back to his senses, and rushed to the picture of a tiger, tearing at it.

The work that Lin Xiao hadn't finished yet was finished by him ahead of schedule. Everyone at the scene opened their mouths and couldn't say a word.

"Old Wang, you've gone crazy too." One of them came to his senses and murmured to himself.

At this moment, Mr. Wang laughed out loud, and said in ecstasy: "The real work, it's the real work, I can't be mistaken, this is definitely Tang Bohu's real work, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms!"

Everyone was stunned by Wang Xuefu's reaction, and one of them was dumbfounded: "Old Wang, what are you talking about? Tang Bohu's authentic work is real or fake."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man immediately surrounded him and looked at the painting carefully.

After looking at it for a long time, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of shock, and he muttered to himself: "Sure enough, Tang Bohu's painting of peach blossoms is inscribed by Tang Yin, the master of Peach Blossom Temple. This painting should be an orphan. This is the first time I have seen Tang Bohu paint peach blossoms."

"It turned out to be a picture-in-picture, and the picture inside is what really needs to be protected. It's a very clever technique, but it's a pity that after a few people, no one knows the secret in the picture. You bastard picked up a big bargain." .” Wang Xuefu’s eyes were complicated, full of envy.

Wang Xuefu caressed the painting fondly, and sighed sincerely: "Looking at the strong lines and the lonely artistic conception, this should be Tang Bohu's later work, which is really rare."

The middle-aged man also said solemnly: "Yes, Tang Bohu was poor in the second half of his life, and he hardly left any good works."

The two people sang in unison, which made people around them feel itchy, and rushed forward to have a look.

Just as they were amazed and clicked their tongues, Chu Zhengchao said an inappropriate sentence: "Uh, I want to ask, is this Tang Bohu's authentic work very valuable?"

"Is it very valuable?" Mr. Wang glanced at him contemptuously, and snorted coldly, "Please put away the word ?, it is not very valuable, but quite valuable."

"That's right, a landscape painting by Tang Bohu was auctioned overseas three years ago, and the final transaction price was 36 billion." The middle-aged man couldn't stop talking.

"What!?" Chu Zhengchao gasped.

　Quietly finished thinking, I am now full of thoughts about you, readers, how are you eating, how are you sleeping, how is your study, how is your work going, when will you give me a recommendation ticket, when will Give me a reward...

　　
　
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