Zhen Minglang is difficult to judge the value of the three poems of wintersweet, because it is true that the three poems of wintersweet have a little flaw. Moreover, even if it is a genuine product, the value of this flaw is definitely greatly reduced.

Master Huang Tingjian's works are intact, so there is no problem with one 2 million to go out, but at present, it seems that the acceptable value of the three poems of wintersweet is only about one and a half million.

Previously, middle-aged people used one million to buy their own three poems of wintersweet. Indeed, they were not particularly satisfied. But now there was a landscape painting by Master Yu Ji, so the situation was different.

At the moment, the middle-aged man was not sure that the painting in Yu Ji must be the authentic one, so he was also worried at this moment. If he decided that the painting was the authentic one but the painting in the painting, then he might not say that he would give it to himself and even give it one million.

Or, he wouldn't change it at all.

True or false? Aura seems to not tell everything.

Zhen Minglang continued to gather his eyes. As the spiritual energy was replenishing more and more, Zhen Minglang saw that under the frame, there were indeed two layers of painting paper. The layer of painting paper on it was very thin, sticking to the painting paper below, and it was almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

Under this layer of painting paper, it is the original work of Master Yu Ji. Judging from Zhen Minglang's understanding, this painting should be the work of Master Yu Ji in his later years.

Master Yu Ji's paintings were originally passed down from generation to generation, and in the late period, he rarely painted them. This picture of landscapes with birds singing and flowing waters has a long artistic conception and unique and elegant meaning. It should be a rare masterpiece.

Because the first layer of painting paper covers the truth of the picture, the paintings you see are simple and simple, very ordinary.

But who knows that this painting is the original work of Master Yu Ji?

Zhen Minglang appreciated it carefully...

The value of this painting must exceed one million, but in the end it is worth, Zhen Minglang knows that it also depends on its operation. If it is taken to auction, its value will naturally be immeasurable.

Because in ancient paintings, their value is not necessarily its highest value. Yu Ji's landscape painting is almost a unique masterpiece. If you meet a collector who likes him or his relatives from many generations later, it is absolutely possible to buy this painting at a sky-high price.

The most important thing is operation, of course.

Of course, the three poems of wintersweet are also good, but most of the works of Master Huang Tingjian have been passed down in later generations, and it is almost impossible to achieve the dominance of one's own family.

Moreover, the finished product that is operating may cost more than Yu Ji's paintings.

Thinking of this, Zhen Minglang had made up his mind.

"Brother, do you really like this three poems of wintersweet?"

The old man and the middle-aged man had just fought and blushed. No one spoke at the moment. Zhen Minglang's words also broke the originally awkward atmosphere.

When they heard Zhen Minglang's words, the two were also stunned.

At this moment, the old man was obviously unhappy.

"I said little brother, are you really going to give this guy three songs of wintersweet and then take his fake painting?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not a fake painting."

When the middle-aged man saw Zhen Minglang ask this, he hurriedly came over, "Brother, don't listen to him talking nonsense. I really like Master Huang Tingjian's three poems of wintersweet. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken away what you love."

"Okay, I, Zhen Minglang, are so happy. Since you are a person who loves cultural relics, I will sell you the Three Songs of Winter Sweet to you. One million plus your painting, and you will be sold!"

Continue to touch Master Yu Ji's paintings, Zhen Minglang is secretly happy.

"Actually, I just took this painting to my house to hang it to cultivate my sentiment, so sir, you don't have to make such a big fire for me."

Zhen Minglang saw that the old man next to him kept pointing at Yu Ji's work, and he was about to spit out filth, which was also a direct satirical mockery.

Compared to the middle-aged man's method of getting the three songs of wintersweet, Zhen Minglang disliked the old man's arrogant expression. At least, the middle-aged man is a painting-loving person and knows how to respect art. However, this old man is a vendor wearing an art cloak. His eyes are full of gold coins and his body smells of copper. Zhen Minglang doesn't want to smell it more.

"Just... I'm doing your own good so that you won't be fooled. Who knows that you are ungrateful and actually bite Lu Dongbin..."

The old man called Zhen Minglang, but Zhen Minglang just rolled up his sleeves slightly and stood up.

"I didn't hear what you said just now. Can you say it again?"

With his eyes raised, Zhen Minglang glared at the old man. The old man took a step back and shook his hand quickly, "No, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything just now... nothing."

Zhen Minglang's quick face change is indeed a bit scary. The sudden deterrence power, just a look, is enough to kill the old man.

The old man was in good spirits the previous second, but when Zhen Minglang glared, he was quietly like a kitten.

Turning back, Zhen Minglang continued to smile and kindly looked at the middle-aged man, "You take away this winter plum three-yong, I, Zhen Minglang, traded cultural relics and antiques, only for those who know how to appreciate him, you are like this." He sighed, "That... Teacher Yu Ji's painting is mine."

"Yeah." The middle-aged man hurriedly said.

"Also, when will a million be credited?"

Although Zhen Minglang was as murderous as the old man just now, the middle-aged man stood aside and of course he also felt the hideous aura in Zhen Minglang's bones, and he felt a little sad inside.

"Now, right now."

The middle-aged man attracted a hand, "There is a bank outside the community, so let's transfer the money now."

"Okay. Then please!"

Zhen Minglang also respected the middle-aged man very much. Before he asked him to leave, the middle-aged man did not dare to speak, and he directly opened his way with his arms flashing.

...

He transferred one million to Zhen Minglang's account, and the middle-aged man did not come back to Jin's Jewelry. Zhen Minglang was alone at this time, and he also walked towards Jin's family.

There are many luxury cars coming to Jinshi Jewelry today. After suddenly having this million, Zhen Minglang also wanted to change a car. Now, whenever he drives out for a ride with Mr. Xue and others, he always finds it difficult to integrate into their atmosphere. He drives BMW, Mercedes-Benz, off-road series cars one by one, and he... from this point, he loses.

Mr. Xue?

By the way.

Suddenly, he thought that Xue Zhixiang was going to Beijing Bei Media School to find Gu Xueer today. Gu Xueer came to Jinshi Jewelry with him. Only then did Zhen Minglang remember to tell Xue Zhixiang about this.

He called Xue Zhixiang, but without chatting for a few more words, Xue Zhixiang hung up Zhen Minglang's phone. He only told Zhen Minglang that he would arrive in a while and asked Zhen Minglang to delay Gu Xueer.

Haha. I didn't want Xue Zhixiang to disrupt this situation and disrupt Jin's birthday party. What can I do

Zhen Minglang now deeply felt that Xue Zhixiang was really moved by this Gu Xueer.

Well, women are just a disaster. Zhen Minglang couldn't help but think that if something happened to Xue Zhixiang in the future and caused a big mess, the reason must be because of the woman. You can't be wrong!
Chapter completed!