My identity as an ancient celestial master was exposed by yearning

Chapter 43 Tang Yin Scroll
"Grandpa, do you need to go in person to withdraw that money?"

Peng Yuchang suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Yes, the founder of Radian Bank and I are good friends. I proposed this regulation. Anyone who deposits money in this bank can only withdraw the deposit in person. If the head of the account dies, even the family members Can't get it out."

Xiao Chen explained leisurely.

"Founder of Radian Bank?"

He Jiong widened his eyes and asked, "Isn't this bank founded in the sixteenth century?!"

Xiao Chen smiled, but did not answer.

Huang Lei helped his forehead.

Xin said it was the old man's joke.

Can't take it seriously.

Apple's briefing didn't just shock members of Mushroom House.

And once again, it caused a sensation all over the Internet.

Those big Vs and trolls who sprayed Xiao Chen before were all frantically deleting posts and comments.

But, it's too late.

Xiao Chen's fans, as well as netizens who learned the truth, arrived on the battlefield in an instant.

Start rectifying Xiao Chen's name!

"Keep spraying! Get deleted!"

"Hey, a few minutes ago, you insulted Mr. Xiao in a long and hundreds of words, why are you silently deleting the text now?"

"You people, eating human blood steamed buns can't keep up with the hot ones!"

"A bunch of flies have been blowing the wind on Weibo all day long, and now their faces are swollen?"

"Don't let them go! I've already taken screenshots!"

"Every word of Mr. Xiao has been confirmed. What else do you have to gossip about?"

"I'm laughing so hard! No one dares to speak anymore! I can only keep blocking netizens!"

"Report the accounts of these people to the official website of the National Cyber ​​Supervision Bureau and let them collectively ban their accounts!"

Xiao Chen didn't know.

During the time he was eating, how many things happened on the Internet.

After eating.

He Jiong took a few small ones to clean up the table.

Xiao Chen and Huang Lei stepped into the hut where the groceries were kept.

Huang Lei wanted to show him the antiques they packed up just now.

"Old man, all the antiques in your house are here, do you need someone to look at them?"

Huang Lei asked worriedly.

After all, the antiques in this house are priceless, maybe someone will go up the mountain to steal them after watching the show.

"No need."

Xiao Chen waved his hands, and said calmly:

"I know all the movements within a hundred miles, so there is no need to do anything extra."

Huang Lei laughed a few times when he heard this.

The old man really likes to joke.

It's also a hundred miles away.

It's the same as the Taoist master in fantasy novels.

No wonder Peng Yuchang kept pestering him to tell stories.

These are Huang Lei's inner thoughts, but he didn't say them out.

After all, seniority is here.

No matter what the old man said, he couldn't refute.

Xiao Chen, who walked into the room, pushed the pile of things in the corner.

As a result, accidentally, a picture scroll rolled out.

Huang Lei quickly picked it up, spread it out and looked, his face changed instantly.

The painting shows four women.

Two are the front and the other two are the back.

Judging from the clothes, they seem to be people from the Song Dynasty.

There are also several poems in the upper right corner:
"Lotus flower crown and Taoist clothes, serving the king and feasting on Ziwei every day. Flowers and willows don't know who has gone, and fight each other for fate and embarrassment every year."

"Every time the Empress of Shu wraps up a small scarf in the palace, she orders the prostitutes to wear Daoist robes, wear lotus crowns, and look for flowers and willows every day to serve a feast. The rumors of Shu have already spread to the ears, but the Lord didn't pour them out, so he went to the bottom of the cup. Later, I want to shake my head, but I feel regretful."

Huang Lei silently read these lines of poetry.

Finally, his eyes moved to the signature.

There are two large characters printed on it.

Name, Tang Yin!
"Tang Bohu?!"

Huang Lei shouted directly.

"Oh, this painting is indeed drawn by Xiao Tang. I was the one who polished the ink for him at the time."

Xiao Chen stroked his white beard and said calmly.

"Old man! Stop joking!"

Huang Lei's heart was pounding.

This is Tang Bohu's painting!

You know, each of his paintings is worth a lot of money!
Moreover, this picture of prostitutes in the Wangshu Palace is Tang Bohu's masterpiece.

The superb skills in modeling, brushwork, and coloring in the painting far surpass those of the painters of the same generation.

Ladies are well-proportioned and graceful, with slashed shoulders and narrow backs, willow eyebrows and cherry buns, foreheads and noses, known as "three whites".

Moreover, the pen and ink technique is delicate and smooth, full of elasticity and texture, and the decorations on the crown clothing are especially finely crafted and meticulous.

Huang Lei felt a shock from the painting.

This is Tang Bohu's view on beauty.

So elegant.

Elegant yet elegant, charming yet extravagant.

"If I remember correctly, this painting was also lost during the Anti-Japanese War, right?"

Huang Lei muttered to himself.

"Correct."

Xiao Chen nodded and said:
"In the 40s, this painting fell into the hands of a Hong Kong businessman. He took it to auction and the transaction price was 2.8 million US dollars. I saw that the buyer was a foreigner. I couldn't bear to see my old friend's painting go overseas, so I sold it The buyer was knocked out and snatched the painting."

After hearing this, Huang Lei's mouth twitched a few times.

40 million US dollars in the 2.8s.

How much would it be worth today?

Your old man just randomly put this national treasure painting in the house?

Aren't you afraid of being bitten by little H and little O?
How big is your heart?

And, I said stop joking.

Why do you still call Tang Bohu an old friend?
These are Huang Lei's thoughts.

He dared not say it.

I can only whisper a few words in my heart.

"Old man, shouldn't you frame this painting?"

Huang Lei asked in a low voice.

"Framed? It's too much trouble."

Xiao Chen shook his head.

"You are worthy of being a local tyrant with a net worth of hundreds of billions."

Huang Lei couldn't help but spit out something.

"I didn't go to take out the money. I'm still a penniless old man now."

Xiao Chen spread his hands.

Several black lines fell on Huang Lei's forehead.

Come on.

Can't say no to you.

Your Versailles level is definitely number one in the world.

Huang Lei carefully put away the painting, not daring to put it on the ground again.

"what happened to you?"

Seeing his cautious look, Xiao Chen couldn't help being a little puzzled.

"Old man, this painting can no longer be placed in the grocery room."

Huang Lei responded quickly.

"Ok."

Xiao Chen nodded, and then said casually: "Then give it to you."

"No no no!"

These words almost scared Huang Lei to death.

Are you kidding me?
This is a national treasure-level painting scroll of Tang Yin.

How dare he accept it?

Not to mention Huang Lei, even the audience in the live broadcast room were shocked.

"Old man, old man, this painting cannot be given away!"

"Teacher Huang's face turned pale with fright!"

"Speaking of how much is this painting worth now?"

"Let me tell you this, Tang Bohu's painting was sold for 8 million US dollars not long ago, and it's not as famous as this one."

"Fuck! How many national treasures are hidden in the old man's house?!"

"I'm used to it. Even if Teacher Huang finds a panda in the old man's house, I won't be too surprised."

"If I'm worth hundreds of billions, I can live so comfortably."

(End of this chapter)