Long Yao immediately grabbed his chest, jealous of the rabbit and growled in a deep voice: "Bronze Lion. What do you want?"
I pointed at the red circle in the heart of the painting and made the final cut: "All your experts can't understand this painting, so I have nothing to say. It's a matter of eyesight."
"However, he painted this painting with a red pen, so it's not a matter of eyesight, but a matter of basic skills."
"As the founder of the private treasure hunt Ten Treasures in One City and the leader of the appraisal team, you must take full responsibility."
"Follow the rules!"
When these words came out, the Quan Da expert next to him fell to the ground with a thud.
Experts determined that it has the most stringent and strict rules.
When looking at famous paintings and calligraphy, you must wear gloves to avoid sweat soaking in the heart of the painting, which will aggravate the aging of the painting and calligraphy.
People like Xia Binghai, old despicable old person, long Yao and his gang don't shy away from this, it's because they have practiced to the extreme.
It's just that if you smear on the painting with a pen, it will be a big accident.
This is equivalent to washing bronzeware with strong water and brushing Xuande furnace with steel brush.
"I will clean this painting for you."
Now that things have happened, Long Yao has been forced into a corner by me. He took a deep and long breath and surrendered, "I'll ask Jiangnan Yanjia to give you the best life ticket."
"This is Zhao Mengfu's special paper. I'll give you Akihito paper."
"Reuse the original set of Shiqu Baoji to seal and draw the box."
"Please ask Yan Lao to come out and repair and frame it yourself!"
Wang Meng is the grandson of Zhao Mengfu. Zhao Mengfu's handwriting paper is now extinct. Mingren palace paper was copied during the Qianlong period and is more valuable than Jinsushan paper.
Jinsushan paper is still available in old museums and among the people, and only a few of Mingrendian paper are preserved by the Yan family.
It is worthy to use Akihito paper as the destiny paper for polyester and inkstone pictures. ..
The Jiangnan Yan family is one of the best calligraphy and painting restoration families in China, the first batch of non-hereditary people.
Their family also has a master who specializes in engraving rocket engine gunpowder.
"Is this the end?"
Zhong Xiaoqi shouted angrily: "What else do you want to do with the copper lion?"
I lit a cigarette and said coldly, "What I want depends on your master's attitude of admitting guilt."
When these words came out, the scene was in an uproar.
"Plead guilty? What crime do I plead guilty to?"
"The painting is not for me to see."
Long Yaohan shouted hoarsely: "Follow the rules, Quan Changping retreats. I only need to repair the polyester inkstone diagram."
"Those are your rules. Not mine."
"Master Tong, don't be so messy."
In the blink of an eye, Long Yao sold all the experts and said coldly: "Don't even think about extorting my money or anything."
"Let's not offend the river."
"Otherwise, I, Long Yaoning, will be a piece of jade but not a piece of brick."
I looked indifferent and said softly: "Next Saturday. See you in Suzhou!"
Suddenly, Long Yao changed color, and Lao Mu's eyes burst into light.
Without even looking at the polyester inkstone picture, I carried my backpack without even looking at the polyester inkstone picture, and walked away with my head held high.
"Tongshi!"
Outside the tall vermilion door, Zhong Xiao quickly rushed into the rainstorm: "Why are you trying to get through with us?"
"I've never had trouble with you."
"You provoked me first."
From behind, Zhong Xiaoqi's cold voice came: "You can't kill us all."
After a pause, Zhong Xiaoqi screamed again: "Don't even think about it."
The heavy rain continues, and the fog covers Jinling.
The raindrops of the Six Dynasties formed a line, dripping from the antique eaves, flowing into the Qinhuai River through the ages, and flowing through Xishui Pass.
The moment we stepped into the heavy rain, the rain miraculously stopped.
In my peripheral vision, two black umbrellas specially designed for Rolls-Royce were placed above my head to block the falling rain. ..
On both sides of the body, two men wearing Bone Dragon jackets stood motionless in the rain.
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The next second, directly across from me, a young woman in cheongsam walked out of the painting and bowed deeply and bowed to me: "Hello. Dear Mr. Tong. I'm sorry to disturb you. Our young master has long admired Mr. Tong's name. Please prepare some wine. Please Board the ship and sail across the Qinhuai River."
While I was talking, an antique boat with carved beams and painted beams traveled through time and space and slowly sailed into my sight.
Outside the cabin, a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue stand-up collar salutes me with a smile on his face.
"Who is your young master?"
"Mr. Huitong, our young master's surname is Situ. His single name is Yu."
"This is our young master's business card."
A plain black business card was handed to me within easy reach.
Situ Yu is the rich and evil person who spent a small amount of 100,000 yuan to buy a bunch of junk in the antique city earlier.
Just after the treasure appraisal audition, Situ Yu was also present and witnessed with his own eyes the whole process of me blowing Long Yao.
"Tell your young master that I am not free."
The cold words came out, and I stepped forward quietly.
The extremely beautiful young woman in cheongsam bowed to me again: "Mr. Tong, our master and Mr. Xia are old friends. We have absolutely no ill intentions towards Mr. Tong."
"Who is your master?"
The young woman in cheongsam blinked her starry eyes, suddenly stretched out her left middle finger, clasped her thumb and ring finger, raised her thumb and little finger, flat against her chest, and replied in a solemn voice: "My surname is Situ. I am known as the Second Master."
My expression turned stern and my pupils narrowed: "Holding the flag and dragon head?"
"Second Master Situ?"
"The biggest gang in the world!?"
The young woman in cheongsam was very satisfied with my surprise and shock, and responded softly with a proud look on her face: "The master had a relationship with Mr.
"Master Tong, you can be considered a member of the humble sect."
My heart was beating wildly and I spoke quietly: "What is your young master looking for? Do you want to hold me accountable for missing the inkstone picture?"
"Mr. Tong misunderstood. Our young master just wanted to treat Mr. Tong to a drink."
"Just buying me a drink?"
"Yes!"
I stared at the young woman in cheongsam for three seconds and shouted coldly: "Tell your young master. I'm kindhearted and don't need to drink."
"I have a message for you, young master. If there are people who are interested, please don't ask around."
"Don't get yourself into it."
