Villain: Eavesdropping, The Hostess Is Broken

Chapter 59 The ancient copybook is worth 500 million! ! !

“Damn, old guy, you’re going to scare people to death, you’ll be shocked!”

Lin Shanfeng was taken aback, this is an ancient death, and he can really do things, “What are you waiting for?”

“There is a layer in this painting!” Gu said excitedly.

“There is such a thing!” Lin Shanfeng was also a little surprised. Old words are still very credible.

“What’s going on with your copybook?” Lin Wanqing asked Fang Fan, looking at Fang Fan, who always sent things in twists and turns.

“I don’t know either! I thought this painting was very good, so I bought it! And it feels like the best picture in the whole Antique Street, and the earrings I gave you are the second best in the whole Antique Street!” Fang Fan Said confidently.

“The same jade you bought last time? How much did it cost this time?”

Lin Wanqing’s cherry mouth was attached to Fang Fan’s ear and whispered, and her breath was squirting into Fang Fan’s ear.

“Hehe… Yes, plus your ear studs, I only spent ten thousand dollars.” Fang Fan whispered, taking a deep breath, her aroma.

On the side, Ye Hao, who was sporting the Ancient King Jue, overheard Fang Fan’s conversation with Lin Wanqing.

“Depend on!”

Ye Hao’s eyes widened, “This Fang Fan is so shameless, the ancient copybook he gave to Grandpa Lin is only 10,000 yuan, and he said that he bought it intuitively! This is too much for Grandpa Lin. Disrespectful? I propose to kick him out!”

“Wanqing, what’s so good about Fang Fan’s broken ear studs? It’s less than 10,000 yuan, so shameless. If you lost it, I can give you a 100 million yuan!”

Ye Hao said directly with praise.

One hundred million yuan for one export.

It took Lin Wanqing all over the place.

Does this guy think money is everything? Not everyone likes his money!

It’s really sick of my brain, I keep saying that I don’t like him anymore, and I’ve been stubborn all the time.

“No!” Lin Wanqing said directly.

“Ah!” Ye Hao was stunned, he always felt that Lin Wanqing belonged to him, and no one could rob him, but Lin Wanqing always did things that he didn’t expect, which really pissed him off.

It was completely different from what he had hidden deep in his consciousness.

Everything was done by Fang Fan, the dead guy, which changed Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing used to like him very much.

He was going to kill Fang Fan.

“Dad, did you hear that? Fang Fan’s so-called ancient copybook was delivered in a package!”

Lin Shouheng directly added oil and vinegar to it.

As long as Ye Hao is happy, he can get more funds, and when the Blue Bird Group makes a comeback, it will become the largest group company in Yunbian City.

Lin Shouheng felt that it was for the good of his daughter and for himself. This was a win-win situation. He didn’t think he was wrong, but felt that he was very smart and made a wise choice.

But Lin Wanqing felt that her father was too selfish and didn’t care much about him when he was a child, but when he grew up, he still wanted to exchange her happiness for what he wanted, which really made her sad.

“Is this to send beggars?” Lin Wanqing’s second uncle couldn’t stand it anymore, it was too insincere.

“Well, how can such a person be allowed to enter the Lin family, let him get out now!” Lin Wanqing’s cousin was also a little angry.

“Don’t worry about them!” Lin Wanqing said angrily.

“Wanqing…you’re wrong, your father is doing it for your own good too. And don’t say Fang Fan, he can come to see me, it’s a good idea to give gifts, you can’t laugh at him when he thinks the things he gives are worthless. But such cheap copybooks should not be called ancient copybooks, after all, they are of little value.”

Lin Shanfeng also looked at his granddaughter’s face, so he didn’t speak so ugly.

But he really looked down on Fang Fan in his heart.
Ancient copybook.

What is an ancient copybook, it is the cultural wealth left by the ancient literati and poets, not only of high value, but also of higher cultural value, which is an important thing for cultural inheritance.

“You don’t need to look at the ancients, but you just lost them. It’s really disgraceful for our Lin family to see such a thing in our family!” Lin Shouheng’s words were ugly.

However, Fang Fan disagreed. Although he didn’t know what the copybook was, it was definitely no worse than the jade he gave to Lin Wanqing before.

So it seems calm.

“tear!”

Gu did not pay attention to what they were saying, and went straight to the side, folded the copybook, and tore out the true face of the copybook.

The upper layer is a high imitation, while the lower layer is full of quaint atmosphere, and the marks of characters and ink are full of traces of time.

The characters above are round in appearance and connotations of muscles and bones. The stippling paintings are vigorous and vigorous, the body is broad and beautiful, and the stippling paintings echo each other closely. It looks soft on the outside and strong on the inside, with a beautiful body and a strong skeleton.

“This is Zhao Mengfu’s Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra!” Gu Gu smelled his breath, then took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and began to examine and study it.

“How is this possible?” Lin Shanfeng’s eyes widened when he heard the old words, “Zhao Mengfu’s Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra started at 190 million in 2017, and now it is at least 300 to 400 million, and collectors may not sell it!”

“No, this is another version. I have seen the ancient copybook of Zhao Mengfu’s Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra before. That version is different from this version. His running script in this version is still a little immature.”

The old man said seriously.

The hand holding the magnifying glass trembled slightly, which made him very excited, as if he had discovered a new continent.

“You mean that this version is the first draft of Zhao Mengfu’s Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, and the previous auction was only Zhao Mengfu’s rewritten version?” Lin Shanfeng also came over to study it.

He also has a good understanding of running script, especially Zhao Mengfu’s Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra is very representative.

He had questioned the old words a little earlier.

Now the more I look at it, the more I feel that I was wrong.

Old or old.

The master of the palm of the eye is not called casually.

A well-deserved reputation.

Although his eyes were dim, he seemed to be able to see through any antique when he put on those reading glasses.

He seldom made mistakes in appraising treasures in his life.

There was one mistake.

“Is it impossible?” Lin Shouheng heard their conversation and felt that this was the rhythm to be reversed.

Also the original and rewritten version, which made him a little overwhelmed.

“Come on, can this work?”

Ye Hao’s face was ugly,

“No, you must have read it wrong.”

Both times it was the ghost of this old guy. If it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t have been slapped in the face. His eyes were slightly cold, and he cursed the ancients in his heart.

“You immortal, you show me well, if it makes me unhappy, this time next year will be your birthday!”

“That’s right, this is a treasure. You also know that the first draft is generally more precious than the rewritten draft, and it is older! The value of this edition is probably starting at 500 million!”

The ancients speak directly and are not afraid of making mistakes.

“Damn!” Lin Shouheng shouted, thinking he heard it wrong, 500 million! ! He can’t be dreaming!

“This!” Lin Shanfeng was also shocked. An inconspicuous high imitation and broken copybook had another mystery. There was a real ancient copybook hidden in it. Let him, the old man, also be surprised, shouting that this boy is lucky.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible!” Ye Hao shook his head and shouted unwillingly.