Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

The auction hadn't started yet, so the staff asked a few people to go to the VIP room where the VIPs rested for a while.

In the VIP room, several people were already sitting or standing, and these people were faintly surrounding an old man who was over seventy years old.

Jiang Junchen, who has long flowing hair and an extraordinary bearing, is holding a painting scroll in his hand and is asking the old man for advice: "Mr. Zou, this painting is a new one for me. Please help me control the eyes."

Behind Jiang Junchen stood a sturdy middle-aged man of medium build. This man had a shaved head, small eyes, and a fierce expression.

At this moment, Fang Lin followed Wei Xiangyun, Ren Xun and others into the VIP room under the leadership of the staff.

As soon as Fang walked in, Fang Lin remained calm and said to himself: "Jiang Junchen."

He was indeed a little surprised to see Jiang Junchen at the auction today.

Wei Xiangyun and Wei Tingxuan's expressions changed, and they almost simultaneously gritted their teeth and whispered: "Jiang Yao!"

"Which one is Jiang Yao?" Fang Lin tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice.

Wei Tingxuan squinted his eyes and quietly pointed at one of the people, the middle-aged man with a short head standing behind Jiang Junchen.

Fang Lin raised his eyebrows. From his position, he could tell that Jiang Yao and Jiang Junchen should be together. Jiang Yao looked extremely respectful to Jiang Junchen.

At this time, Mr. Zou, who was observing the painting for a moment, smiled softly and said, "This picture of red plum blossoms announcing spring is signed by Tang Yin, and the painting style is also in line with Tang Yin's style of writing..."

At this point, Jiang Junchen showed a smile, raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, it's authentic?"

Mr. Zou shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

He pointed to a spot on the scroll, shook his head and said, "If it weren't for this flaw, it would be enough to look fake."

As he spoke, Mr. Zou gently twisted the thread from the scroll and placed it in front of everyone.

"Is this?" Jiang Junchen frowned slightly in confusion.

Mr. Zou chuckled and said: "This is nylon, a synthetic material. Why do you think there is nylon in the paintings of the Ming Dynasty?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone raised their thumbs, and some people praised: "As expected of Mr. Zou, everyone in the antique industry."

Ren Xun laughed, stepped in, and said, "Yes, with Mr. Zou here, today's auction will really make people feel more at ease."

"Mr. Ren, you are overly flattering." Seeing Ren Xun, Mr. Zou didn't show off and stood up to greet him.

The others looked over and nodded to Ren Xun and Wei Xiangyun.

Jiang Junchen's face darkened when he saw Fang Lin, but he didn't know what he thought of, but he didn't have an attack and acted as if he didn't recognize him.

When Jiang Yao saw Wei Xiangyun and his son staring at him with gloomy expressions, they showed no fear at all. Instead, they showed a provocative smile.

After everyone sat down, Ren Xun glanced at the painting in Jiang Junchen's hand and said, "This painting is so fake that it can be mistaken for the real thing. That is to say, Mr. Zou has a sharp eye and can see the problems with the material."

Mr. Zou said: "This is nothing. Young Master Jiang also said just now that this painting has been identified as fake by others. He just didn't trust the old man's ability and asked me to verify it again."

Jiang Junchen smiled faintly, rolled up the scroll and said, "Mr. Zou is joking, although this painting is not expensive, I bought it for 800,000 yuan, so I have to confirm it.

"But with Mr. Zou's appraisal results, I will give up. Since it is a fake, it is useless to keep it."

Having said this, he threw the painting to Jiang Yao and said, "I'll do it later."

Throw it at me. "

Jiang Yao took the painting, nodded respectfully and said, "I understand."

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Fang Lin stood up from the chair and asked, "Can I see this painting?"

Jiang Yao glanced at Fang Lin, revealed a hint of sneer, and said, "Boy, this has already been identified as a fake by the master of appraisal. What, you still want to catch it?"

Wei Xiangyun snorted and said, "Even if it's a fake, it's still an art. Brother Fang Lin just wants to take a look. Is there anything wrong with it?"

If it weren't for the large number of people here and the unusual occasion, Wei Xiangyun would have attacked Jiang Yao long ago!

The two of them were staring at each other at the moment, feeling a little incompatible!

Jiang Junchen looked at Fang Lin, smiled playfully, waved his hand and said: "It's okay, let him see, he is a country boy, he probably has never seen the world."

In the past few days, Jiang Junchen, through Ma Zhiguang's channels, had already clearly investigated Fang Lin's background. He was just a village chief in a poor rural area.

If it weren't for the extraordinary effect and amazing value of the medicinal wine he brewed, Jiang Junchen would have taken action against Fang Lin.

The reason why he can still tolerate Fang Lin's lively appearance in front of him is just waiting to get Fang Lin's medicinal wine formula.

And his subordinates must be on their way to Phoenix Village now. If everything goes well, I might be able to get it tonight!

Jiang Junchen is still very confident about the abilities of his subordinates.

Hearing what Jiang Junchen said, Jiang Yao sneered, stopped tit-for-tat with Wei Xiangyun, and threw the painting to Fang Lin.

Fang Lin was not angry, he opened the scroll and started observing.

Although Mr. Zou had identified the painting as a fake, Fang Lin felt an extraordinary aura from the painting.

Although Fang Lin doesn't understand antiques, he can see the essence of a work of art as he practices the Dragon Recovery Technique.

The more exquisite our works are and the older their works are, the stronger their spirit will be.

As soon as he entered the door, he could see the rich energy in this picture.

Judging from the richness of the essence, this painting does not look like a modern fake.

Just looking over it several times, Fang Lin didn't see any clues. He glanced at Jiang Junchen and asked, "Can you sell this painting to me?"

Jiang Junchen sneered and waved his hand: "I plan to throw it away anyway. If you want it, I, Jiang Junchen, will give it to you."

Fang Lin shook his head: "Even if it's a fake, you paid for it, so you'd better negotiate a price."

Jiang Junchen snorted and said, "I bought this for 800,000 yuan, so just give me 800,000 yuan!"

"Okay." Fang Lin nodded: "Give me your account and I will transfer the money to you."

Seeing that Fang Lin really planned to buy this painting, everyone present shook their heads speechlessly.

Especially Mr. Zou, he was a little unhappy.

The painting that has been identified as a fake is worthless. I really wonder why this young man bought this painting?

Could it be that he didn't believe in his identification results and still wanted to make a mistake?

It is really a newborn calf, and the ignorant are not afraid.

Seeing Fang Lin quickly transfer 800,000 yuan into his account, Jiang Junchen laughed and said with disdain: "What an idiot."

Although he didn't care about 800,000, he was still very happy that Fang Lin could take over and make up for his loss.

However, he would not accept Fang Lin's favor. He would only look down on Fang Lin more and more, thinking that Fang Lin was a fool.