Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

The real Yan Zhenqing's handwriting is rich and full of stippling, and the structure is broad and upright, which makes people look like a brave man with a strong man's fist.

In front of him, although the handwriting is vigorous, straight and broad, he only imitates Yan Zhenqing's shape, which is still a thousand miles away from the real God.

Such fakes are worth 200000 at most.

"Dad, there seems to be something wrong with the original work of Yan." Ding Yi naturally can't watch Han Chengshan be cheated. He can only gently remind him.

Who knows he just finished, sun Dafu has not said anything, Han Chengshan first angry: "what are you talking about! This is the real work of everyone Yan. You're a loser. You know what a fart

Sun Dafu was surprised by Ding Yi's words, but when he saw Han Chengshan's reaction, sun Dafu was immediately happy.

Even if his teammates don't worry about his teammates, even if they don't, they are not afraid of the same.

Ding Yi can't help but be dumb. He is Han Chengshan's son-in-law. But now, Han Chengshan believes in an outsider and doesn't believe in himself.

"Dad, this calligraphy of Yan Zhenqing is really fake. Look at the handwriting..."

"Shut up Ding Yi still wanted to persuade him again, but Han Chengshan didn't listen to it at all. He directly scolded him: "I don't know how much you have? After a year in the Han family, you can't even find a decent job. What are you showing off here? Don't you feel shame? "

Han Chengshan's words are strict. Ding Yi, in front of so many people, says that the handwriting is fake. Doesn't it mean that he saw Han Chengshan blind and bought a fake for five million yuan.

"Brother Han, take it easy. Don't take the same view with your son-in-law. Now this young man, after watching several TV programs, feels that he is a treasure expert. They don't understand how deep our business is. " Sun Dafu's hypocritical way seems to be persuading Han Chengshan, but in fact he is making fun of Ding Yi, which Ding Yi naturally hears.

"Hum, shame, get out of here." Han Chengshan is ready to leave again.

Ding Yi sighs helplessly. You can never wake up a man who pretends to sleep. He is really stupid and conceited.

However, Ding Yi still has nothing to do with him. It is impossible to beat Han Chengshan like a red feather.

Just as Ding Yi is ready to give up, his remaining light sweeps a word on Sun Dafu's corner. In an instant, Ding Yi's eyes light up.

"What's the matter, my dear nephew? Did you see something good? " Sun Dafu has sharp eyes and discovers Ding Yi's abnormality.

"Boss sun, can you show me that pair of characters?" Ding Yi pointed to the scroll just seen.

"This one?" Sun Dafu went to the corner and picked up the scroll of Ding Yi's finger. His face was full of doubts. He spent 1000 yuan to collect it from a rural farmer. When he came back, he found that it had no value. So he threw it into the corner at will. How could Ding Yi be interested in this picture?

Although confused, sun Dafu picked up the scroll, dusted it and handed it to Ding Yi.

The scroll is about three feet long and one foot wide. It is made of very common rice paper. Except for a little yellowing, it can't be seen from its appearance. As for the above words, it is more common, and it feels like a child just learning calligraphy.

Sun Dafu couldn't imagine why Ding Yi was interested in such a picture.

"Boss, how much is the word?" Ding Yi asked with a smile.

"It's not worth much money. Originally I planned to throw it away. Since my nephew likes it, I'll make a favor and give it to him." Sun Dafu said that he didn't bother to ask Ding Yi why he liked this painting. After all, he had just made five million yuan in vain. What's the harm of giving Ding Yi such a small object for nothing.

"Is boss sun sure?" Ding Yi seems to smile rather than smile.

"What? Is your nephew afraid of my repentance? I, sun Dafu, always pay attention to the word "credibility" in business. Even if this picture is really a treasure, I will give it to my nephew for nothing. " Sun Dafu has a bold look. People who don't know think he sent something worth entering the city.

"Thank you, Mr. Sun." Ding Yi put up the scroll and said with a smile.

"What do you want this shit for?" Han Chengshan hates that iron is not steel. He wants to kick Ding Yi back. This disgrace is just like a rag picker. He wants everything sun Dafu is going to throw away.

"Dad, this is a good thing." Ding Yi smiles mysteriously and says.

"Fart good thing, if really good thing, still can round get you?" Han Chengshan skimmed his mouth. In the antique circle, it is true that this kind of thing often happens. But most of the time, it's the dealers who have the ability and vision to pick up the leaks. As a half baked boy like his son-in-law, it's almost as good to pay tuition fees.

Ding Yi shakes his head and doesn't explain it any more. He gives him ten copies of Yan Zhenqing's original works.

"Why, old Wang!" Han Chengshan was just about to leave when he saw an unexpected person, Wang Peisheng, President of Jinzhou Calligraphy Association.Wang Peisheng is not only a famous calligrapher in Jinzhou, but also has profound attainments in antiques and cultural relics. He was a special guest of CCTV treasure hunting program, and has a high reputation among the people.

Han Chengshan's mood was suddenly excited. Wang Peisheng was an idol he always wanted to meet.

"Mr. Wang, how did you come here?" Han Chengshan warmly welcomed him.

Wearing a black Tang robe, Wang Peisheng looked hale and hearty. He saw Han Chengshan and said hello to him. The old man frowned. Obviously, he couldn't remember where he had seen Han Chengshan.

"Are you?"

"Mr. Wang, I'm Han Chengshan, the one who asked you for advice on the proverbs of the book of treasures at the Jinzhou cultural relics Expo." Although Wang Peisheng has no impression of himself, Han Chengshan is not embarrassed at all. After all, he is not an ordinary old man. It is not too much to say that he is the first person in Jinzhou calligraphy circle.

"Oh, I remember. You are Han zongkun's son." The old man patted the forehead, and suddenly it occurred to him.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Wang. You have a good memory." Han Chengshan has a happy face.

Ding Yi rubs his eyebrows. He doesn't know what to say about his father-in-law.

"Cheng Shan, what are you doing here?" Wang Peisheng asked.

"Mr. Wang, to tell you the truth, I bought a pair of Yan's authentic works here today." Han Chengshan said and took out the scroll in his hand. There was no show off in his words.

"Yan's original work?" Wang Peisheng's spirit rose in a flash.

"Well, look, Mr. Wang." Han Chengshan unfolded the scroll with a smile.

Wang Peisheng immediately entered the state and began to study without blinking.

In the shop, sun Dafu, who saw all this in his eyes, was full of cold sweat at the moment. In fact, from the moment he saw Wang Peisheng, he felt a little uneasy. He was afraid that Han Chengshan would show Wang Peisheng the characters. However, Han Chengshan really showed the words to Wang Peisheng.

Different from Ding Yi, Wang Peisheng's words are the golden rule in the field of antique calligraphy and painting. As long as Wang Peisheng said it was false, even if it was true, it would become false.

Sun Dafu can only pray now, Zhang Baihao is awesome enough, and his fake can hide the true master Wang Peisheng.

But obviously, sun Dafu thinks too much.

After watching it for more than a minute, Wang Peisheng's sparse eyebrows wrinkled. Then he patted Han Chengshan on the shoulder and said with great heart: "Chengshan, you may have lost your sight this time..."