Zhong Xiaoqi, who was five meters away from me, glanced at the inkstone picture, his face changed slightly, and he moved his feet to avoid the light.
"Um?"
"Banana forest?"
With a slight hum, Zhong Xiaoqi quickly walked up another two meters.
In an instant, Zhong Xiaoqi frowned: "Polyester inkstone picture!"
Although Zhong Xiaoqi has been very restrained, the words "Di Yan Tu" brought out a bit of vibrato.
This ancient painting of insects eating rats...
It’s called Di Yan Tu!
Author Wang Meng!
Together with Huang Gongwang, Wu Zhen and Ni Zan, they are called the Four Yuan Dynasty!
Ni Zan praised Wang Meng as: "The prince's writing power can carry the cauldron. There has been no such king in five hundred years!"...
Wang Meng also has another identity.
Zhao Mengfu’s grandson!
The polyester inkstone picture has always been in the Forbidden City, and Qianlong alone stamped fourteen chapters on it.
In addition to the exquisite Sanxitang, Qianlong also wrote his own poems with imperial inscriptions.
Three seconds later, Zhong Xiaoqi was opposite me. His breath could be heard, and his body was fragrant, elegant and quiet.
Standing opposite me for nearly a minute, Zhong Xiaoqi's eyes kept flickering, his delicate face changed one after another, and his breathing was fast and slow.
"If you don't understand, just do it. Don't say I'm a big bully!"
"You don't need to teach me! I'm better than you! You can't even count the paintings I've washed!"
With an angry rebuke in his mouth, Zhong Xiaoqi continued to harden for half a minute, and finally chose to take action.
The moment Zhong Xiaoqi opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and raised his index finger, I couldn't help but feel a little thump in my heart.
Zhong Xiaoqi, who was trained by Long Yao specifically to deal with me, is a bit real!
In front of everyone, Zhong Xiaoqi stuck out the tip of his tongue, inhaled gently, then dipped his tender index finger on the tip of his tongue a little, and then pressed it on the drawing paper.
He pressed his index finger on the drawing paper for three or four seconds, then immediately raised his hand and locked his eyes on the mark left by his index finger.
Suddenly, Zhong Xiaoqi raised his eyes and hit me in the face, murderous intent bursting out: "Where did it come from?"
"Qinhuai Antique Market, on the street stalls."
"How much?"
"five hundred!"
Zhong Xiaoqi grabbed the painting scroll and put it in front of Yao's nose and smelled it: "Yunjin box?" "Backwards!"
"Seal?"
"I write!"
Oh no!
Zhong Xiaoqi stretched out his hands to grab the sky pole and the earth axis and moved his wrists.
The rainy wind carried the fragrance of Zhong Xiaoqi's virginity towards her face, filling the air.
Seeing Zhong Xiaoqi's actions, I only had one thought in my mind.
Go back and beat Yun Shiyi's butt with a piece of solid bamboo.
Compare and throw away!
Zhong Xiaoqi’s conversation with me and her dexterity in seeing, hearing, asking and asking questions were all instantly revealed to National Highway 312.
They are all of the same age, and Zhong Xiaoqi completely matches the title of professor. Even if you travel back to the Republic of China and the Qing Dynasty, you can still achieve half of your success with just your appraisal skills without relying on your appearance.
But when it came to the last level, Zhong Xiaoqi was stumped.
This level is to determine the age of the drawing paper.
After getting the painting, I called Ajun and went to the hospital laboratory to have the painting put through an X-ray machine.
Zhong Xiaoqi finally died at this level.
I will never tell Zhong Xiaoqi how profound and significant the X-ray machine will be on the era of painting.
"What do you want?"
I pointed at the disruptive slogans floating behind me and Long Yao's handwriting without saying anything.
"Bronze Lion. You do the first day of junior high school today, and we will do the fifth day of junior high school tomorrow."
"You are... the overlord of one party."
Facing Zhong Xiaoqi's shrill, dissatisfied and miserable cry, I lit a cigarette, raised my head and said coldly, "Who else wants to fight?"
Zhong Xiaoqi stared at me coldly, scanning the inkstone diagram with his eyes, and finally gritted his teeth and turned upstairs.
I waited in the wind and rain for a full twenty minutes until all the reporters around me took pictures.
After all the people who were used to eating machines were cleared away, the real owner slowly appeared in my eyes.
In terms of speed and efficiency in clearing the field, Long Yao and the old despicable Wang Jingsong ranked first in no particular order.
Last year, I used Songyang Hanbaitu to trick Lin Hongbin and Luo Ji. The old despicable man took action and the first thing he did was to clear the place. Read the book
Even if I beat Long Yao to death, Long Yao couldn't believe that I would come to ruin the place.
What made Long Yao even more unexpected was that I actually used such a world-shattering prop as the Polyester Inkstone Picture.
"Did you really pick this up?"
"Can't you see?"
Long Yao held his cane, slowly put down the magnifying glass and looked at me coldly: "Of course I can see it."
"I just didn't expect that you would use more despicable means to increase the age of the drawing paper."
"Then tell me, what despicable means did I use?"
Long Yao couldn't answer. He punched the ground with his cane and shouted angrily: "As the king of Shenju, how dare you appear in this world and destroy my place."
I gave Long Yao a dirty look: "Is *** getting confused?"
"As a participant in the Lixia Project and the Ba Ling Project, isn't *** also here to do treasure appraisal?"
"I do treasure appraisal to promote the culture of my motherland!"
"What a coincidence. I'm here to slap you in the face to correct your mistake of promoting the culture of our motherland!"
Long Yao was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped up and cursed angrily: "You are trying to cheat! You are just fishing to enforce the law!"
"Tongshi, Tongshi, after all, you are already a half-step master. How dare you pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. Do you have any bottom line as a human being?"
"When you become a master in the future, how will you convince the public?"
"On behalf of everyone in the antique collection world, I despise you!"
I crossed my arms and crossed my legs: "Only your people are allowed to knock on our door in Fangzhou, but you are not allowed to correct your mistakes? ***What kind of gangster logic is this?"
"With your character and integrity, are you qualified to join the Lixia and Ba Ling teams? Are you also involved in Nanyue's assassination?"
Long Yao's face turned red with anger, he was panting like an ox, blowing his beard and staring: "I'm going to the Liaison Office to sue you."
"You want to sue, right?"
"Tomorrow, I'll go back to Yandu with you in one plane and one cabin. We'll go to the joint office in one car."
I pointed at Long Yaoyin and shouted, "I haven't officially taken over the position yet, and you old man is already in office."
"If you don't go to Yuquan Mountain, you will be my grandson."
