The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 39 The Frog at the Bottom of the Well (Part [-])

On this long scroll, there are only a few thick black lines, and all kinds of horizontal and vertical lines, which look rough and chaotic, like a child scribbling on paper, what a painting!
The black and strong young man held his head up: "Boss, don't you like this painting? It was left by my grandfather. It is said to be a family heirloom!"

The boss suppressed his anger, thinking that this country boy was not sensible, and his grandfather told him that it was a family heirloom if he randomly got a piece of paper to scribble on.It's useless to get angry when you meet this kind of country bumpkin.

"You go." The boss rolled up the scroll and threw it to the young man angrily: "I tell you, your grandpa is coaxing you. This is not a famous painting at all. To be honest, it is not even a secondary painting. of."

The black and strong young man was holding the painting scroll, his face was full of dissatisfaction: "You are talking nonsense, grandpa won't coax me, just forget it."

He turned to go.

"Wait!" Li Changan suddenly stopped him: "Let me take another look."

The strong black man looked at him suspiciously. Li Changan smiled and said, "I think this paper is not bad, but I didn't see it clearly just now. It just so happens that I need to buy a painting now. If it looks right, I promise to give you a good price. "

The boss of Jiangnan Art Garden said aside: "Sir, I can confirm that the painting, hey, it can't be called a painting at all, so don't waste your time."

Shen Bingyue also frowned and said, "I've seen it too, so it's considered an ancient painting? It's just a child's scribble. I can help him if he needs money to heal his injuries, but I don't want to be deceived."

Li Changan still insisted: "I want to see it again."

The black and strong youth handed him the scroll: "Brother, I think you seem to be a person who knows things."

Li Changan opened the scroll without saying a word, but instead of looking at the painting, he touched the paper and flicked it lightly with his hand before saying, "Well, this is the 'Xuanhe Jinjian paper' used by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. In the Northern Song Dynasty, It is handmade every year by the Xuanhe Workshop, specially provided for Emperor Huizong's use."

Shen Bingyue smiled: "You mean Song Huizong, the king of subjugation? No wonder the subjugation of the country, even the paper has to be specially provided."

Li Chang'an smiled faintly: "Because Huizong likes Danqing the most. He is not a good emperor, but he is indeed a good painter. Nowadays, many famous painters have to customize rice paper for their paintings, not to mention that Huizong is still an emperor."

The boss of Jiangnan Art Garden came over again: "Sir, you are right. It's a pity, if this Song Dynasty paper hadn't been scribbled on it, it would still be worth tens of thousands of dollars."

Li Changan lowered his head and continued to look at the lines on the painting. As he watched, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a long time, he gently rolled up the scroll, and said to the strong black man, "I bought your painting, how much are you going to sell it for?"

What!Is this about to be bought?
Shen Bingyue said dissatisfied: "You don't want to give this to my little aunt. My little aunt is a big expert in calligraphy and painting. She will be very angry when she sees this kind of thing."

The antique owner sneered, "This piece of paper is worthless after it is scribbled on. I said, don't be fooled. I think this country bumpkin just wants to blackmail people."

Li Changan's face darkened, he looked at the boss and said with a sneer, "Why do you call him a country bumpkin? A dog's eyes look down on people!"

The boss also sneered: "Come on, my good intentions have turned into a donkey's liver and lungs. You, if you want to be deceived, then I can't help it."

When he said this, he became more and more bitter: "Hey, why do I look like you are in the same group? Are you here to play the oboe?"

Shen Bingyue also got angry, and showed her police ID to the boss: "I'm a policeman, how can I play a double reed with you!"

The boss glanced at her ID: "Hey, hey, don't scare me with this police ID, who knows if it's true, who of us who do calligraphy and painting doesn't know a little about printing, among other things, I can even use a brush. Believe it or not if you can draw a false testimony."

"You!" Shen Bingyue's expression changed due to his anger.

The boss is very upset now, pointing to the black and strong young man and said: "What good things can you, a country bumpkin? My Zhao Huashu's eyes can't go wrong. If your painting is really famous, then I will put this Pick out the eyeballs and give them to you."

He yelled at each country bumpkin, and the black and strong young man clenched his fists in anger: "You are talking nonsense, if you dare to insult me ​​again, I will let you taste the power of your fists."

The boss rolled his eyes: "You hit me, I'll call the police."

At this moment, Li Changan calmed down instead, and reached out to pat the strong black young man on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll give you some relief."

He took the painting scroll, put it gently on the wooden table, and sneered at the boss: "Today, I will let you, a frog in the well, open your eyes and see what is a famous painting handed down from generation to generation!"

(End of this chapter)