Urban Romance

Chapter 26 Have You Met Wang Xizhi?

After resting in the toilet for a long time, Ning Xiaotian came out arrogantly.

If you don't watch it or don't watch it, you will be ashamed if you watch it again!
Ning Xiaotian walked forward for a while, and walked to the famous antique street of the antique market. It is not crowded, but it is also crowded!
In addition to the luxuriously decorated storefronts on both sides of the street, the small merchants and hawkers in the middle of the street are a unique scenery in Antique Street.

With nothing to do, Ning Xiaotian walked around the street and looked around.

At this moment, a strange figure suddenly appeared in the crowd. It was a middle-aged man dressed as a farmer. His whole body was sloppy, his movements were sneaky, and his eyes looked more like he was looking around for something.

Thief?

This was the first thought in Ning Xiaotian's mind.

Immediately afterwards, this idea was shattered. The middle-aged man passed through the crowd and came to a tent that was slightly larger than the stall!
"Boss Song, I have the original trace of Wang Xizhi handed down by my ancestors, please open my eyes, Boss Song, to estimate the price and see how much I can sell it for?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously.

The fat man who was dozing on the rocking chair immediately sat up when he heard it, and let out a lazy hiccup, with the smell of chives in his mouth, "Ancestral?"

"Yeah, it's from the ancestors."

"Bring it here and let me have a look." Fatty Song unfolded the scroll unceremoniously, but it made the middle-aged man feel distressed when he read it.

"Boss Song, how about this?"

"What's the hurry?" Fatty Song gave him a blank look, but he frowned when he observed the entire scroll with a magnifying glass.

This is a high imitation in the late Qing Dynasty!
According to the previous knowledge of observing antiques, Fatty Song knew that the scroll in front of him was not a fake, but a high-quality imitation!

Fatty Song was delighted in his heart. Although this high imitation scroll was not as valuable as the original, it would not be a problem to earn fifty or sixty thousand yuan once it was resold.

Thinking of this, Fatty Song rolled his eyes, threw the magnifying glass on the table, and said calmly, "This scroll, don't!"

"Ah, Boss Song, why?" The man was shocked.

Fatty Song raised his brows, "You still ask me why? You are fooling me with a modern counterfeit and wasting my time!"

"Fake?"

The man became anxious immediately, "Boss Song, this is absolutely impossible. This is passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors. How could it be a fake?"

"Give it back to your ancestors. Who is Wang Xizhi, and he will give the original to your ancestors?"

Fatty Song sneered, "No drafts for bragging!"

"I'm not bragging!"

The man's face turned red, "My ancestor was an official, and he had a friendship with Wang Xizhi. This scroll was given to my ancestor by Wang Xizhi back then! I never told any lies, and the family tree clearly records it. !"

"Come on! If your ancestors really had friendship with Wang Xizhi, you would still be in this situation. Do you think it makes sense?"

When Fatty Song said this, the people watching the excitement also laughed.

The man's face turned red, and he stopped explaining. He simply asked, "Boss Song, tell me, how much can you give me for this calligraphy and painting?"

"I said, this is a fake, give it to whoever you like! If you still don't believe it, you can ask other people, other stalls, and don't delay my business here." Fatty Song said lightly.

Sure enough, the people next to him stared at the calligraphy and painting, and immediately sighed.

"Isn't this from a processing factory?"

"That's right, an absolute fake!"

"Look at the old traces!"

"At most as a decoration at home!"

Rao Fatty Song said alone, the man still didn't believe it, but once so many people got involved, his air softened at once.

Ning Xiaotian also watched the excitement from the side, but said nothing.

However, just as he was staring at the scroll, the handwriting on the scroll suddenly changed!
There is ghosting in the handwriting?
Ning Xiaotian shook his head, worried that he might be mistaken, so he looked at it again with all his attention!
Sure enough, I found that I had a double image!

How is this going?Is there something under this scroll?Not a layer?
call!
The sky was clear, and suddenly a strong wind blew up!
Hey, why is there a strong wind suddenly?

"Owner!"

"Ah!" Ning Xiaotian trembled and almost fell down, a burst of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

"You are a ghost, you are so scary!"

Ning Xiaotian was about to collapse, he had to hurry up and help Xiaoqian finish that matter, otherwise she would really be scared to death by her.

"Master..." Xiaoqian felt aggrieved, "I have already sent you a sign just now, that's why I called you..."

Ning Xiaotian understood, it turned out that she was the one who caused the evil wind just now.

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong."

Hearing the master's confession, Xiaoqian immediately laughed: "Hehe, master is better."

"Well, I thank you for the compliment. Why don't you hurry up and tell me what's going on?"

"Master, it's like this, I seem to know something about this scroll!" Xiaoqian said.

Ning Xiaotian laughed, "Crap, do you know Wang Xizhi? You do!"

"Master, don't believe me, I really understand, I saw him two days ago!" Xiaoqian said anxiously.

After listening, Ning Xiaotian petrified immediately.

"Sister, you didn't read the joke, did you see Wang Xizhi?"

"That's right! Before you recruited us, we were still chatting together. That guy was much worse than me. Except when he was reborn as Wang Xizhi, he became famous for thousands of years. Every time he was reborn, he either died prematurely or was a beast. No, he He was hanged to death just like me, and since Black and White Impermanence is not here, he was put on hold in the mortal world for the time being. I guess I don’t know where to hide it now!" Xiaoqian said with a sigh.

Ning Xiaotian swallowed his saliva, extremely horrified, if it wasn't for the pain of pinching himself at this moment, he must think this is a dream!

It turns out that compared to the fairy world, things in the underworld are so miraculous!

"But, what's the matter with the scroll?" Ning Xiaotian was puzzled.

Xiaoqian explained: "This scroll should really be the authentic work of Wang Xizhi. I heard from him before that every time he finished writing a work, he would add a layer of film, and this scroll happened to have something under it. It means that this is the real work of Wang Xizhi!"

"I see."

Ning Xiaotian finally understood why Xiaoqian came out and called herself at this time, "But you can't be sure, if I really want to buy it later, and I find it's a fake after I buy it, then I won't laugh." !"

"Master, please wait for a moment, I will ask Wang Xizhi."

"..."

Ning Xiaotian was dizzy, "Sister, why do you ask?"

"I use my ghost sense to ask, as long as he hasn't been caught by black and white impermanence, the two of us can talk!"

Ning Xiaotian was shocked, completely shocked.

I rely on, this is OK!

After a few minutes, Xiaoqian's voice sounded again.

"Master, I have already asked. He gave this scroll to a man named Xu Sheng back then. You can see if the person who was given this scroll is Xu Sheng, and ask this man is it?" Isn’t the surname Xu? If they are, then it means it’s real, and then just sprinkle a few drops of water on the painting, and Wang Xizhi’s authentic work will come out!”

"Okay, I know."

After talking with Xiaoqian, Ning Xiaotian couldn't help coughing a few words, and when the man was bargaining with Fatty Song, he suddenly interrupted: "Sir, may I ask you, what's your surname?"

As soon as the voice came out, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Everyone stared at Ning Xiaotian strangely.

"My surname is Xu, what's the matter?" The man looked very wary.

"Oh——" Ning Xiaotian nodded his head and glanced around, the bottom line of the scroll was written in big characters such as "Gift to Xu Sheng" and so on!
The scroll is indeed authentic!
"Your surname is not bad." Ning Xiaotian said with a smile.

"..."

Fatty Song glanced coldly, and his words were quite bad: "What are you doing?"

"Well, ahem, it's okay, I'm just joining in the fun."

"What kind of fun is it to join in, join in the side!"

Fatty Song snorted coldly, then turned to look at Xu Baoguo: "I can sell this scroll at most five hundred! If you like it, sell it or not, and if you don't sell it, you will be defeated!"

"Boss Song, I beg you to raise your hand. Five hundred is too little. Can you pay more? My Niu Niu got a sudden illness, and she was short of 5000 yuan for surgery. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to come here with my ancestral treasure." This is sold, please, please pay more!"

Xu Baoguo almost cried when he mentioned his daughter, his eyes were red.

Fatty Song's tone didn't change at all, and he sneered and said, "I'll go, I don't care if your daughter has an operation or not. There are so many people in the world who don't have money for surgery every day, so why don't they all come to me for charity? How can I have that kind of money?" Spare money!"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...but it's only 500 yuan, so what should I do?" Xu Baoguo scratched his head with both hands, his face full of worry.

"It's only five hundred. If you sell it, let it go. If you don't sell it, you'll get out! By the way, I will sue you. If you think my quotation is low, you can inquire about the whole antique street. Who can have a higher price than mine? There is one person If you dare to bid higher than me, I will pay you a hundred times!" Fatty Song said domineeringly.

"Sell it or not?!"

"Sell!"

Xu Baoguo collapsed on the ground, choked up and shouted: "I'm selling it!"

If Niuniu who is not his is waiting for medical treatment and urgently needs money, Xu Baoguofang would never agree to it normally, but now there is nothing he can do.

After hearing Xu Baoguo's agreement, Fatty Song was overjoyed. It didn't take a few words of effort, and he could get something worth tens of thousands of dollars in just a few hundred dollars. This is simply a huge profit!

If one or two such idiots can come here a day, wouldn't they be rich!Fatty Song was thinking in his heart, secretly delighted.

Just about to take out the money, unexpectedly at this moment, someone suddenly shouted.

"Wait! I'll offer a higher price!"

(End of this chapter)