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Chapter 105 The Super Team Bought by Money

"Tang Bohu?"

"Tang Bohu's painting?"

"Is this the painting of the number one talented man in the south of the Yangtze River?"

surprise.

Shocked.

Hearing Hua An's description, Zhuge Yun, Ouyang Jing, and Ouyang Zhenhua were deeply shocked at the same time.

This painting is not signed.

There is also no seal, and it even makes people want to say, this is what was painted today.

However, the number one master of traditional Chinese painting, Hua An, who has tried and failed to appraise paintings, said that this is Tang Bohu's authentic work, which is shocking.

"Yes."

"Flowers and wine in the world are never kept in the underworld. They come and go on birthdays and months, and after death, the world will fall."

"Throughout the ages, Tang Bohu is the only one who can write this kind of interspersed poems that make people drunk, and with this powerful painting, he is none other than him."

"It's really a good painting."

As Hua An spoke, his voice began to tremble.

Such a good painting, he never expected that he would see such a handsome painting by Tang Bohu in his lifetime.

Following Hua An's fingertips, everyone saw the entire scroll.

The size of the scroll is the same as that of ordinary scrolls, and ordinary painters just draw some pine and bamboo, cranes, old turtles, etc. to make up a picture.

But now, at a glance, there are a total of 12 sets.

The painting is exquisite, and every piece of work has a kind of already, more strokes, less strokes, can not show that kind of momentum.

"I lost."

Looking at the painting, Zhuge Yun said consciously.

It was Tang Bohu's painting, he recognized it.

Throughout the ages, no one can imitate the extraordinary and peerless paintings of Tang Bohu. Only Tang Bohu can paint this kind of painting.

"Old man, just admit defeat."

"In front of such a peerless work, the western suburbs of the ten heroic cities are not worth mentioning."

"If you lose, you lose, and you pretend you don't care."

"It's art, you don't understand."

Looking at the painting, Zhuge Yun couldn't help being attracted to take a step forward.

Isn't it just a painting?

Ouyang Jing thought to himself, but in order to show that he understood, he also took a step forward.

Qin Feng took all of these into his eyes, especially Hua An, the kind of madness he saw when he saw the paintings was more exciting than that of a child born in old age, or a late bloomer.

Tang Bohu, Tang Bohu.

He really deserves to be the number one talented person in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Master Ouyang, the property rights of the western suburbs have been obtained, we should go."

After watching for a long time, Qin Feng called out.

That painting, like the Mona Lisa's smile, has infinite magic.

It deeply attracts the attention of those who love to paint.

"what!"

Ouyang Jing became impatient a long time ago, and said, "Let's go. Zhuge Yun, tell your good friend to write a transfer contract by himself. I, the old man, and the boy, are leaving."

"this painting……"

Zhuge Yun was still looking at the painting.

What he was worried about was not that Qin Feng would leave, but that the painting would also be taken away.

it is good.

That's great.

unprecedented.

Hua An also immediately realized his fanaticism. He put away his shocked face and said to Ouyang Jing, "Mr. Ouyang, can I keep this painting and observe it for two days?"

"This……"

Ouyang Jing didn't know how to answer.

This painting belongs to Qin Feng, others don't know it, but he knows it in his heart.

As for where the paintings should go, it should be Qin Feng's decision.

He paused, and Hua An also knew that this painting was too precious, Ouyang Jing must take it home and treasure it.

So, dejectedly, I helped to roll up.

"Mr. Hua, I think you misunderstood Mr. Ouyang's meaning."

Qin Feng joked, and threw the bag to Ouyang Zhenhua. He took the painting from Hua An and said casually, "The sword is given to the hero. This painting, Mr. Ouyang, is for you."

"deliver?"

"That's right. For you."

"Give it to me?"

"That's right. Don't you want it, old sir?"

"No. It's really great. God." Hua An said with tears on the spot, full of emotion, "I have been painting all my life, but I haven't been able to collect Mr. Tang's masterpiece. I can only imitate it to soothe my heartstrings. , got such a calligraphy today..."

As Hua An said, he knelt down towards Ouyang Jing.

Paintings are priceless and cannot be purchased.

But the gift is as heavy as Mount Tai, and it is impossible to refuse.

Only by kneeling down can I express my sincere thanks.

Ouyang Jing hurried to help, but Hua An said, "Sir, please let me pay my respects."

"It's serious."

In Ouyang Jing's heart, there was also a surge of shock.

He was also shocked that Qin Feng actually gave away such a painting.

Looking at the backs of Qin Feng, Ouyang Jing and the other three leaving, Zhuge Yun still had an expression of disbelief, and he asked Hua An, "Mr. Hua, is this painting real?"

"It's true."

"Yeah. I can see it too."

"That boy is a master of great things." Hua An said cherishingly while touching the painting.

Standing staggeringly, Zhuge Yun suddenly aged a few years. He sighed and said, "It would be great if my Zhuge family could produce such a talent."

The device is magnificent and majestic.

The two old men were jealous at the same time, Qin Feng's celestial spirit.

"Boy, you gave such a good painting to Mr. Hua?"

"Old man, if it's so good, wouldn't it be a waste of a masterpiece if you put it in the hands of someone who doesn't know how to paint?"

"If you don't know how to paint, how do you know that it is a masterpiece?"

"Young Master Qin. I also think about this question."

Ouyang Jing and Ouyang Zhenhua asked at the same time.

Having reached the point of pain, Qin Feng showed the confidence of that painting, and he clearly knew that this painting was extraordinary.

"It's all over. Why talk so much."

Qin Feng said casually.

Neither affirming nor denying.

In addition to Antique Street, I took a rice paper bag and got into my car, leaving the grandpa and grandson with an unfathomable back, gradually walking away and becoming blurred.

Hero City, a suburban villa near the international airport.

With a black cigar in his hand, Wei Zexi puffed on the clouds for a while. Impatiently, he kept looking at a stock trading computer in front of him.

It's been a long time since I arranged for people to go out to do errands, but there is no response yet.

If the stock hadn't kept going up again, he would have scolded people.

"Master. We have invited the captain of the Cheetah team this time. Would you like to meet them in person?"

After a while, an old man came in from the outside.

He pressed against Wei Zexi's ear, and said a few words softly.

Wei Zexi shook his head and said, "This kind of person is not worthy of my meeting. You tell him that this time in the provincial league, the reward for killing the Agricultural University team is 100 million."

"Okay, what else do you want?"

"How's the talk going with the organizer?"

"At critical moments, they will cut off the Internet twice, and as for the rest, we can only look at us." The old man said seriously.

Wei Zexi threw the cigar in the ashtray, then stretched, clicked the mouse, sold all the stocks, and then said: "Okay. I don't believe that there are people in this world who can't be defeated by money." .”

"Master, what shall we do next?"

"Go to Dodo and the one surnamed Qin."

"This move is called, Leading the King into the Urn?"

"Yes."

Wei Zexi said confidently.

This time, he spent more than 1000 million in a small provincial league, just to let the invincible Qin Feng completely fail.

Until then, bet enough.

Now that everything is ready, the next step is to find Qin Feng and invite him to be fooled.

(End of this chapter)