Pretending to be bankrupt, the school beauty came to visit with her twins

"Mr. Li, please put this painting away!"

"He is yours now!"

Jinchengshan smiled and handed the painting in his hand to Li Feng.

The cost of this painting was only about yuan, and he was very satisfied that it could be sold for yuan.

"Are you sure it's mine?"

Li Feng also looked at Jinchengshan with a smile. At the same time, he quietly turned on the video recording function of his mobile phone.

He will be dismantling the paintings here in a while, so he needs to be prepared in advance.

If Jinchengshan regrets it, he will have evidence.

Of course, Li Feng was actually overly worried.

The contract has been signed, and even if Jinchengshan wants to go back on it, he can't.

"Of course! Mr. Li, you have paid the money, so this painting is naturally yours!"

Jinchengshan nodded seriously.

For a mere fifty thousand yuan, he wouldn't regret it and lose Huipinge's good reputation.

"Okay, then I'm relieved!"

Li Feng smiled and nodded.

"Brother Li, I bought such a copy painting for yuan, why do I feel like I still lost money?"

Lin Chen on the side couldn't help but said.

"Well, if yuan were spent just to buy this painting, it would indeed be a loss!"

Li Feng nodded seriously, and then changed the subject:

"But, I, Li Feng, never do business at a loss!"

"Boss Jin, I wonder if your store has paper knives?"

Paper knife?

Jinchengshan was stunned. What did Li Feng want to do with the paper knife?

However, they must have a paper knife in the store.

"Of course! I'll have someone bring it to you right now!"

After Jinchengshan finished speaking, a boy immediately turned around and went to the front desk to get a paper knife.

Soon, a modern paper knife was delivered to Li Feng.

After Li Feng took the paper knife, he put the painting on the tea table and opened it without any pretense.

Then, following Lao Li's previous instructions, he started scratching on the painting.

Seeing this scene, Lin Chen on the side suddenly became anxious and quickly went up to stop him:

"Brother Li, what are you doing? Even if you don't like this painting, it is still a copy of the Qing Dynasty painting!"

After all, it cost yuan to buy it, and it is indeed of some value.

Wouldn't it be a pity to have it ruined like this?

"Haha, don't worry, you'll know it soon!"

Li Feng waved his hand to signal Lin Chen not to be nervous, and then continued to row.

At the same time, Jinchengshan also realized something.

He is an antique dealer, so he naturally knows that if a painting is cut, there is probably something hidden inside the painting.

But this probability is too small.

If there really was something hidden in the painting, they wouldn't be able to detect it at all.

But, if there wasn't something hidden in the painting, why would Li Feng cut it off?

This time is when there are many people.

There were a lot of people coming and going in Huiping Pavilion, and many people were attracted by Li Feng's movements.

Ever since, a group of people gathered around and joined in the fun.

"Hey, what is this young man doing? Why is this beautiful painting scratched? Does this seem to be Tang Bohu's handiwork?"

Someone recognized the origin of the painting.

"It is indeed Tang Bohu's Spring Mountain Companion Picture, but it was copied by people from the Qing Dynasty. I just heard my brother and the boss talking about it."

There is a melon-eater who has been in Huiping Pavilion before, so he knows the origin of this painting.

"Copied in the Qing Dynasty? It's worth more than ten or two hundred thousand, right? That's it?"

Some people expressed puzzlement.

Objects from the Qing Dynasty are worth some money as long as they are handed down to this day.

Wouldn't it be a pity to have it ruined like this?

"Could there be something hidden in the painting?"

"Probably!"

"I think this guy saw something hidden in the painting from the very beginning, so he decided to buy a fake painting!"

"Just don't know what it is?"

"We'll see!"

There are also some powerful people among the people who eat melons. They immediately guessed that Li Feng's behavior was probably because there was something hidden in the painting.

At the same time, a middle-aged man and an old man came over. They put their hands behind their backs and watched Li Feng's movements with interest.

Everyone is looking forward to Li Feng's slow blind box to produce something good.

Of course, the only thing I'm not looking forward to is Jincheng Mountain.

If he really gets something good, he will lose blood.

In front of so many people and with a contract, he had no chance to go back on his word.

Soon, the painting was divided by Li Feng. Then, Li Feng gently twisted it, and the originally neat painting was suddenly divided into two thin pieces.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of rice paper the size of an A4 paper fell out.

On the rice paper, there were about thirty words written in cursive script, which seemed to be an ancient poem.

And at the bottom, there is a red private seal printed on it.

"It's the authentic work of Wang Youjun!"

No one in the crowd shouted loudly, and for a moment, everyone became excited.

"Brother, who is Wang Youjun?"

Lin Chen couldn't help but ask an old man next to him.

"Wang Youjun, you don't even know that you dare to come to the antique street to hunt for treasures?"

The elder brother looked at Lin Chen speechlessly.

Isn't this guy a novice among novices?

"Um, I just came over for a casual stroll!"

Lin Chen said a little embarrassed.

If he had even the slightest knowledge about antiques, he wouldn't have been deceived some time ago.

"Oh, that's it. It's normal if you don't know!" The old man nodded meaningfully: "You may not know Wang Youjun, but you always know Wang Xizhi, right? Wang Youjun is what the world calls him."

"There are also those who directly call Mr. Yi, that's his name."

The sage of calligraphy Wang Xizhi!

Lin Chen definitely knew this name.

It can even be said that anyone who is from Daxia and has gone to school knows Wang Xizhi's name.

The story about Wang Xizhi adding the word "tai" has been taught to children by their parents as long as they are young.

There is also this text in the textbook.

There is also an allusion that Wang Xizhi was too absorbed in writing and dipped steamed buns in ink.

These stories, which all primary school students know, naturally make people remember Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy.

"It's actually written by Wang Xizhi! It seems that Brother Li is making a lot of money this time!"

Lin Chen said with some envy.

Although he doesn't understand calligraphy and painting, everyone knows that Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is worth a thousand dollars.

If the calligraphy on this painting is really authentic, the price will definitely not be less than million.

After all, the authentic works of Wang Xizhi are as scarce as the authentic works of Tang Bohu on the market.

If you get it at auction, it may even fetch a price of more than million.

Of course, the premise is that it must be authentic.

On Li Feng's side, when he saw the words with his own eyes, a smile appeared on his face.

Without the need for an appraiser to identify it, he could be sure that this calligraphy was definitely Wang Xizhi's original work.

This calligraphy of later generations has been authenticated by masters from national museums and is absolutely correct.

"I think about it, if I give this calligraphy to my father-in-law, he will also like it!"

Li Feng thought to himself.