Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 721

Then find another chance to kill him, and the tens of millions of property will belong to my wife who just married two years ago!
"Damn it, you bitch, I'll kill you!"

Wang Wenrong stood up with red eyes. He stood in front of Zhao Gang, knelt down straight and kowtowed on the floor.

"Thank you for your advice! My surname is Wang, and I will never forget it in my life!"

Chen Ziqi stood aside, her little mouth opened wide in surprise. She never expected that the situation would be reversed in such a short period of time.

"This person must have the opportunity to help Grandpa stand up again!" Her confidence doubled.

Zhao Gang looked expressionlessly at Wang Wenrong who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed, walked to Chen Ziqi's side, and said softly, "Let's go."

Chen Ziqi nodded obediently, when the two were about to go out.

But Wang Wenrong shouted loudly: "Sir! Please leave your contact information! When I finish with that stinky bitch, I will definitely come to pay my respects!"

Zhao Gang stopped in his tracks and looked back at him coldly, his eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice, which made Wang Wenrong shiver uncontrollably.

"You don't have to thank me, you have to pay for the sins you have done yourself!"

After all, he took Chen Ziqi and left the scene without looking back.

After this day, the gate of Baochang Pavilion has never been opened again, and there is a legend circulating in the entire Jinxiu Antique Street.

With just a few words, a mysterious young man made Wang Wenrong, who had been naughty for half his life, kneel down and admit his mistake in public. . .

After leaving Baochang Pavilion, the two walked side by side on the antique street, with highly commercialized shops on both sides.

Looking at it along the way, Zhao Gang still finds it very interesting.

He'd never had time for these frivolous places before.

Chen Ziqi blinked her big eyes and looked curiously at Zhao Gang on the other side.

Although the young man in front of him looked only in his 20s.

But his body exudes a decisive and resolute temperament that ordinary middle-aged people do not possess.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Zhao Gang felt a little uncomfortable being scrutinized by her, and couldn't help but speak.

"You are so young, how do you know so much?" Chen Ziqi drew a circular arc with both hands, and said exaggeratedly: "I think you know more than my grandpa."

Zhao Gang looked at the antique shops on the street, and said casually: "It's nothing, I read a lot."

"How many books have you read?!" Chen Ziqi asked curiously.

"Three thousand one hundred copies, what's wrong?"

Zhao Gang fixed his eyes on the ink landscape painting hanging on the wall behind the counter of the antique shop, and replied casually.

"Three thousand and one hundred books!! Have you read them since the womb?"

Chen Ziqi covered her small mouth, her eyes widened in disbelief.

What is the concept of [-] books? She thinks she is also a person who has read poetry and books, but she wants to talk about the books she has read.

Maybe there are only about two hundred books. At Zhao Gang's young age, he has read more than ten times as many books as her!
"I'm a fast reader, and I can finish a book in two hours."

Zhao Gang stared at the landscape painting, said something to Chen Ziqi, and walked into the antique shop.

"Then can you remember?" Chen Ziqi asked eagerly.

The successive questions made Zhao Gang look back at her, and said with a smile, "If I can't remember, can I still help you?"

"Oh~"

Chen Ziqi's pretty face blushed slightly, and she responded embarrassingly, scolding herself for losing her composure.

Normally, how could she ask a man so many questions in a row?However, Zhao Gang has always had a mysterious air about him, which made her feel extra curious.

Just when she wanted to say something funny to ease her embarrassment.

Zhao Gang suddenly leaned into her ear and whispered, "Do you want to bring something nice back to your grandfather?"

"Um..."

Chen Ziqi could feel the scorching air brought by Zhao Gang's breathing.

Her heart pounded suddenly, she pinched the corners of her clothes with both hands, and responded in a low voice.

"Hey, look at me then!"

After Zhao Gang finished speaking, he walked to the counter and looked at the paintings hanging on the wall with great interest.

Chen Ziqi followed behind him suspiciously.

"Sir, what do you want to see?"

The boss is a middle-aged man with a slightly rich appearance. When he saw a guest coming to the door, he quickly greeted him and said with a grin.

"Give me the picture of Xiling Guiyun for me to take a look at."

With a smile on his face, Zhao Gang pointed to the ink landscape painting he saw outside the door and said.

The boss narrowed his small eyes and took off the ink painting with a smile.

Spread it flat on the counter, and said happily: "Sir, you really have a good eye. The treasure of my shop here is this pair of Shi Tao's Xiling Returning to the Clouds. You took a fancy to it at a glance. It's really amazing."

Zhao Gang stared at him with a smile, as if he heard some funny joke.

The boss was so stared at by him that he couldn't help but ask, "Do you think there is something wrong?"

"What do you say?"

Zhao Gang stretched out two fingers and flicked lightly on the glass cabinet.

He said coldly: "Xiling Guiyun Tu, I only saw it in the Linshui City Museum a while ago, why did it come into your hands?"

"Be honest when doing business. Everyone is an insider. Only by speaking well can you make money!"

The boss blushed when he saw Zhao Gang's clear words.

He quickly put on a smiling face: "It turns out that you are an expert, so I won't let you down. This painting is indeed an imitation of Xiling Guiyuntu, but the imitation is lifelike! When I received this painting, I also Because it hit the eye."

Zhao Gang didn't say a word, but concentrated on looking at the landscape painting on the counter, and Chen Ziqi also came over to have a look.

I saw the giant red pine near the painting, and several dead trees extending along the lines of the mountains.

Harmonious and natural, a hut is drawn in the distance, and two refined scholars are tasting wine with poetry, elegant and meaningful.

A small river winds up in the foreground, clouds and mist enshroud in the middle, and the hut is independent, while a high mountain stands in the foreground.

The whole picture looks very Zen.

The seal is the four big cinnabar characters of Zhenyu Yinxin, and at the top is the inscription and postscript of Luo Zhenyu, a famous modern scholar.

The technique of the whole painting is flexible, the layout gathers and disperses, separates and combines, and it looks quiet and distant, which is really a superior work.

Zhao Gang secretly said the word 'good' in his heart. He borrowed a high-power magnifying glass from the boss, bent down and looked at the painting inch by inch.

This painting is absolutely authentic!

But the Linshui City Museum clearly has a picture of Xiling Guiyun!
After Zhao Gang finished reading, he frowned and pondered. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and he had a calculation in his heart.

He stretched out two fingers and pinched lightly on the painting, the touch from his hands made the corners of his mouth slightly curl up.

Sure enough!

He has already figured out the details of this painting in his heart!

I didn't expect this rare craft to be seen in this small shop.

Zhao Gang was overjoyed in his heart, but his expression remained calm.

He pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "Boss, please make a price for this painting, I like it."

"20 million!"

The boss thought about it, and opening his mouth was an astronomical figure.

(End of this chapter)