On the first day of military training, Gao Leng’s school belle gave me water.

Mo Hongru's eyes also brightened.

Just now he was talking about, if there is a chance, he would like to collect a copy of Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and painting?

Sure enough, Xiaochen really liked her.

"Open it and have a look?"

Feng Yongyan couldn't help but suggest.

In the end, Mo Hongru carefully opened Wen Zhengming's handwriting that Ye Chen had given him.

Mo Hongru put this painting on the coffee table, and put it together with the painting that Lu Qi picked up just now.

The size of Ye Chen's calligraphy is obviously much larger than that of Lu Qi's painting.

"Old Lu, I don't think your painting is good. It's worse than Ye Chen's calligraphy."

Feng Yongyan spoke.

Mo Hongru also nodded, he has been collecting paintings and calligraphy for so many years, he feels that the collection value of the calligraphy that Xiao Chen gave is indeed higher than that of Lu Qi's painting just now.

"Tch, what do you know, if the mountain is not high, there will be spirits if there are fairies; if the water is not deep, there will be spirit if there are dragons."

Lu Qi retorted:

"Although my painting is smaller than this calligraphy, it is extremely rare. You must know that Wen Zhengming's paintings have fewer surviving characters than calligraphy."

"The most important thing is that this painting of mine is indeed an authentic one, but it's hard to say about this painting."

Lu Qi was not convinced, and even doubted whether Ye Chen's words were true.

After all, the size of this painting is a bit large, almost resisting two or three times the size of my own painting.

Does Wen Zhengming have such works left?

Lu Qi expressed doubts.

Hearing what Lu Qi said, Feng Yongyan nodded, which seemed to make sense.

"It's simple. Mr. Fang lives not far away. I'll go and invite him here and let him test it out."

Mo Hongru spoke.

He didn't believe Xiao Chen's words were fake.

The Elder Fang that Mo Hongru said was an appraisal expert at the Taishan Beidou level in the Jiangzhou antique circle.

Not to mention in Jiangzhou, even in the whole south, it is well-known.

According to his appraisal, several people have no opinion.

Mo Hongru left, and after a while, he came back with a silver-haired old man who looked to be in his 70s.

"Old Fang."

"Old Fang is getting younger and younger."

After seeing Mr. Fang, Lu Qi and Feng Yongyan greeted him warmly.

Although Fang Lao's social status is not as good as theirs, but because of Fang Lao's status as a master, Fang Lao's contacts are extremely large, and even some big shots will come to visit.

Therefore, when they saw Elder Fang, both of them were extremely polite.

Fang Lao nodded, and instead of greeting the two of them, he asked anxiously:

"Where are those two paintings?"

Ordinary people, if they want to invite Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang may not come.

Just now I heard from Mo Hongru that there were two calligraphy and paintings by Wen Zhengming. Mr. Fang was very excited, so he immediately followed them.

"Old Fang, where are you?"

Lu opened his mouth.

Mr. Fang came over, looked at the two calligraphy and paintings on the coffee table, and immediately became excited.

Elder Fang stepped forward, took out a magnifying glass, and studied it carefully.

After watching for a while, the expression on Mr. Fang's face changed very subtly. He seemed happy for a while, and regretted for a while.

After studying for five or six minutes, Old Fang finally completed the appraisal.

"What's the matter, Mr. Fang?"

Lu Qi asked curiously.

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"Both are authentic."

Elder Fang nodded.

Are they all authentic works?

"But..."

Hearing Fang Lao's second sentence, several people became restless.

Obviously there is a turning point.

"This "Frost, Ke, Bamboo and Stone Picture" has a lot of problems."

Mr. Fang first mentioned Lu Qi's "Shuang Ke Bamboo and Stone Picture".

What do you mean?

Didn’t Mr. Fang say that the two calligraphy and paintings by Wen Zhengming are authentic?

"Old Fang, what happened to my painting?"

Lu Qi's heart suddenly sank.

"It's a pity that your painting was repaired the day after tomorrow."

Mr. Fang cut to the chase.

"This painting "Frost, Ke, Bamboo and Stone" should have been damaged in many places, and it is not well preserved."

Elder Fang explained.

"Look at these places."

Elder Fang pointed to two or three places.

"These places should have been damaged before, and they were repaired by people, so the charm is not consistent."

"After the repair is completed, put the rice worm on it and let it eat away, so that it looks old and vicissitudes."

Geek!

Lu Qi's heart fell directly into the abyss.

"That Fang is old...the collection value of my painting...."

Lu Qi asked.

"In this way, the collection value of your calligraphy will be greatly reduced, and its value will be reduced by four or five times. Now it is estimated to be worth three or four million yuan."

After thinking for a while, Mr. Fang gave the final result.

Three five million?

Lu Qi almost had a myocardial infarction.

He bought this painting for more than 3000 million yuan.

But listen to what Fang Lao said, not to mention that it has been repaired the day after tomorrow, even if it is complete, it is only 2000 million.

So, I lost a lot!

Lu Qi clutched his chest, his heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe.

"Old Fang, what about this calligraphy?"

After a while, Lu Qi pointed to the letter Ye Chen sent and asked Mr. Fang.

Money, I was wasting money, 3000 million was wasted.

If the money is gone, forget it.

But I can't lose face.

Just now he firmly said that his painting is absolutely true, but Ye Chen's writing is not necessarily so.

Now, Mr. Fang has confirmed that the two calligraphy and paintings are real.

At this moment, Lu Qi really wanted to know if Ye Chen's handwriting had been patched up.

If not, today is really a shame.

"This writing, no problem, quite good."

Looking at the picture sent by Ye Chen, Mr. Fang said a little excitedly.

It is not in vain that he can see this picture of Wen Zhengming's handwriting today.

This calligraphy is the most valuable treasure he has seen this year.

"This painting is beautiful and strong, with a warm fire and a sense of elegance between the lines. It is definitely Wen Zhengming's pinnacle work."

Elder Fang gave a very high evaluation.

"I estimate that if this painting is placed at auction, it will be around 7000 to [-] million."

Hearing what Mr. Fang said, the fire in Lu Qi's eyes seemed to be extinguished in an instant.

Lu Qi immediately lost all energy and sat there in a daze.

Sixty-seven million?

Ye Chen's words actually cost 7000 to [-] million?

Lu Qi was shocked.

Compared with Ye Chen's words, my paintings worth 400 million are nothing but rubbish.

Even the complete "Shuang Ke Bamboo Stone Picture" is not half as valuable as Ye Chen's writing.

Hey.

Today he lost both money and face.

It's so embarrassing.

As for Mo Hongru and Feng Yongyan, they were all shocked after listening to it.

This handwriting by Ye Chen turned out to be Wen Zhengming's pinnacle work, which is of great collection value.

If it was given by someone else, Mo Hongru would definitely refuse it politely.

But he didn't treat Xiaochen as an outsider either, just forgetting the year.

If there is a chance in the future, I will return this favor by myself.

"Xiaochen, you are too polite."

Mo Hongru thanked.

"However, there is a question. Why is there a lot of dust on this writing?"

Suddenly, Elder Fang asked a question.

It stands to reason that such words must be stored very carefully, but why is there a lot of dust?

Hearing this, Ye Chen was embarrassed.

This picture was hung in the living room by Ye Chen before.

Ye Chen thought before that it would be good to put it in the safe, why not hang it in the living room and decorate it, since it is not expensive anyway.

Giving it to Uncle Mo this time is not because Ye Chen disrespects Uncle Mo.

It's just that he came in a hurry, and he didn't prepare anything else. Ye Chen imagined that middle-aged people like Mo Hongru should like antiques and the like.

So Ye Chen decided to give it away.