Me, after going down the mountain

Su Chen ignored Meng Xiang's reprimand, and his eyes rested on a place in the corner of the antique shop.

There seems to be a treasure there.

However, Meng Xiang seemed anxious to show off and pulled Su Chen out. Su Chen thought about it and did not stay any longer.

The fat boss is very cunning. If he buys that item now, he might not be able to get it so easily.

"Lao Meng, are you here to hunt for treasures in the antique street again?"

As soon as Meng Xiang and Su Chen came out, several people greeted Meng Xiang.

Several people were of all shapes and sizes and dressed differently, but they all carried some antiques on their bodies. They were obviously Meng Xiang's friends in the antique street.

The leader was wearing a gray shirt and a goatee. He was obviously about the same age as Meng Xiang, but he looked like a little old man.

"Then, would I come to this antique street if I didn't gain anything?" Meng Xiang said with a smile, feeling a little proud.

This plum blossom picture will definitely shock the jaws of my losers!

Immediately, Meng Xiang said mysteriously: "I found something from Yu Zhiding."

Yu Zhiding...

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes suddenly changed.

The name Yu Zhiding is a thunderous one for people who play antiques!

Goatee immediately exclaimed: "Okay, Lao Meng, bring it to me quickly."

"If it is the authentic work of Yu Zhiding, it will make a lot of money."

Everyone's eyes were full of envy.

"Quick, take a look and open some of our eyes." Goatee said excitedly.

Goatee is also famous as a loudspeaker in this antique street. After he shouted, many people came towards Meng Xiang.

For a time, more and more people gathered.

Su Chen sighed, with so many people present, if Meng Xiang really showed off his fake appearance, he would probably be laughed at by everyone, which would be a huge embarrassment.

So, Su Chen dissuaded Meng Xiang and said, "Uncle Meng, don't expose your wealth. Let's go home and observe carefully."

Meng Xiang shook his head and refused directly: "Wealth should not be exposed, good things should be shared."

While speaking, Meng Xiang ignored Su Chen's dissuasion and directly unfolded the plum blossom picture.

Regardless of whether this plum blossom painting is real or fake, it looks quite deceptive on the outside. The painting has a profound artistic conception and exquisite details. When everyone sees this painting, they are filled with envy.

"It looks really good, extremely simple, and the portraits are lifelike. The characters in the paintings look like they were painted by Yu Zhiding. They are exquisitely drawn and dyed, and the colors are bright and vivid. His boundary painting skills are also very deep!" one of them exclaimed.

"Old Meng has found all these treasures, I'm so envious!"

Everyone spoke out one after another, which made Meng Xiang very proud.

Meng Xiang has to manage the Dream Group and take care of the overall situation on weekdays. When he returns home, Lin Meiqi bothers him. It is in this antique street that he can truly relax and experience the feeling of joy.

Unfortunately, this joy is about to be broken.

"What baby? Why don't you let me control the eyes." At this time, an old voice sounded, and an old man and a young man came over.

The old man was wearing a Tang suit, with a steady pace, silver-white hair and a calm face. He looked like an immortal and very elegant.

The woman is about twenty-four or five years old. She wears loose casual clothes but can't hide her sexy figure. Her beautiful and delicate face is not stained with makeup, and her short hair is flying, which adds a touch of heroism to her beauty.

"Who is this?" At this time, someone asked.

"Palm Palm Eyes? That's a bit loud, so many of us can see that this is an incredible treasure."

"My grandfather's surname is Sun, and he is also a top-level antique appraiser in the provincial capital. Even the people in the archaeological team may not be as professional as my grandfather." The woman sneered and said, "I'll give you a slap in the face, that's your blessing!"

In the antique street, no one dares to speak too highly, but this short-haired girl is extremely confident.

Meng Xiang's eyes flashed and he said: "In that case, let's ask Mr. Sun to help me palm the eyes."

Mr. Sun did not refuse. He came to the plum blossom picture and took a closer look.

"Yu Zhiding has extensively dabbled in the field of painting, specializing in figures, ladies, landscapes, flowers and birds. He has been in Lanying and various schools of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and has been taught by many teachers: he is good at meticulous brushwork and heavy color, ink and freehand brushwork, line drawing, light color, boneless, etc. A variety of painting methods; portraits also use many techniques such as ink bone method, line drawing method and Jiangnan painting method. This painting is indeed very sophisticated." Mr. Sun also nodded secretly.

Meng Xiang suddenly became happy when Mr. Sun commented.

Everyone couldn't help but be even more envious, and flattering words continued for a while, and Meng Xiang was also very happy.

At this time, someone asked: "Mr. Sun, how much is this painting worth?"

Real treasures cannot be judged by price, so Meng Xiang didn't say anything, but some people couldn't bear it anymore.

Mr. Sun pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Probably, it's worth five or six thousand."

"Fifty to sixty million? Oh my god..."

"This painting can fetch [-] to [-] million yuan. This is a huge fortune from heaven!"

"Lao Meng, you have become rich!"

Meng Xiang was also stunned.

Meng Xiang didn't tell anyone about his origins in the antique street, and everyone thought Meng Xiang was just a player with some spare money.

Even though Meng Xiang didn't expect to make money by picking up leaks, he was a little happy when he heard the price. After all... this proved that he had a good vision!

But before Meng Xiang could be happy, Mr. Sun poured cold water on him: "You guys misunderstood, I didn't say [-] to [-] million yuan, but [-] to [-] yuan..."

"Five to six thousand yuan?"

The crowd was now silent for a while, and then erupted into a louder sound of shock than before.

"How come it's only worth five or six thousand yuan?"

"Mr. Sun, do you think this painting is a fake?"

Mr. Sun nodded.

"This is impossible!" Meng Xiang's expression changed drastically: "How can it be a fake? Old sir, did you get a blind eye?"

Dingyan means to make a mistake.

The short-haired girl was not happy. She glanced at Meng Xiang: "My grandfather has seen so many rare and rare treasures. If he says it's fake, it's fake."

Mr. Sun waved his hand to signal his granddaughter not to be so excited.

Immediately, Mr. Sun thought to Meng: "Sir, this painting is indeed fake."

"When ancient paintings are passed down to modern times, the colors will degrade. Although this ink can be [-]% similar after being aged, it is still too fragrant."

"Secondly, I touched the paper and it was wrong."

"The rice paper of the Qing Dynasty is easy to weather as it ages, so it needs to be preserved. However, this paper is too new and has a certain toughness. Ancient rice paper does not have such strong toughness."

"If you don't believe it, tear this piece of paper apart and all the answers will come to light! Just doing this will destroy the painting."

Everyone's eyes fell on Meng Xiang, waiting for Meng Xiang's decision.

Meng Xiang gritted his teeth: "In that case, I'll see if this painting is real or fake!"

Meng Xiang didn't care how much it cost, he just wanted to know if the painting was a fake.

Tear!

Meng Xiang tore open the plum blossom picture!

After tearing it open, white threads appeared in the incomplete area.

Seeing this white silk, Meng Xiang's expression changed drastically!

Mr. Sun's voice sounded: "This white silk is cotton fiber. It is a product of modern technology and is mostly used in the textile industry. As long as this thing is added, the paper will be very tough. Even if it is not carefully preserved, it can be Keep it for hundreds of years.”

All the truth came out!

How could modern things appear a hundred years ago...