Chapter 22

"Here comes Mr. Qi!"

"Ah, it's really Qi Lao."

There was a sudden exclamation in the crowd, but a kind-hearted old man with snow-white goatee and gray robe just came to the hall. As he passed by, others made way. Many people took the initiative to greet him, and the old man nodded and responded with a smile.

"It turned out to be Qi Lao. The old man is not willing to go out of the mountain now. The boss of Huxin teahouse has a lot of face. This time, he can be invited here." Sun Yaoguang said excitedly.

Lin Chengfei asked strangely, "who is this old man? Is it famous? "

"You don't know Mr. Qi Xianren?" Sun Yaoguang was even more strange than him. He said in silence: "I really don't know how your calligraphy and painting level comes from? I don't even know the top connoisseur in the industry! "

Lin Chengfei is a little embarrassed. He has no ability that comes from hard work.

It's like a piece of pie falls from the sky and hits him, and then he has something that many people can't get in their lifetime.

Sun Yaoguang explained: "Mr. Qi is the first person who appreciates calligraphy and painting in southern Jiangsu. As long as it is the real thing, it can never be a fake. He has been in business for decades, and his eyes are accurate and poisonous."

As soon as Mr. Qi appeared, many people who came with his collection couldn't sit still. They gathered around and asked him to appreciate and comment one by one.

Mr. Qi has a good character. No matter who the visitors are, they will identify their paintings and calligraphy.

Most of the time, he just glanced at the painting and calligraphy to determine whether it was a modern imitation or an ancient masterpiece. What's more, it's reasonable and irrefutable.

Those who are identified as genuine products thank you and leave one after another. Those who are identified as counterfeit products also leave politely.

Group after group of people gathered around Mr. Qi, and the atmosphere in the hall became warm as never before.

At this time, song Qilin also took out a beautiful mounted painting, went to Qi Xianren, opened the scroll, and said, "Mr. Qi, this painting Saint Wu Daozi's" the picture of sending a son to the king of heaven "was collected by me from abroad at a high price. Please give me the palm of your hand and see if I have been trapped?"

When Mr. Qi heard the five words of Wu Daozi, his eyes suddenly gave out an amazing light. It can be seen that he was very excited.

Wu Daozi is a famous painter in Tang Dynasty. He is known as the saint of painting, especially good at Buddhism, Taoism, figures and so on.

This picture of sending a son to the heavenly king, also known as the picture of the birth of Sakyamuni, is a famous work of Wu Daozi according to the Buddhist Scripture Ruiying Ben Qi Jing. It is only because of various reasons that this painting has been exiled abroad, which has always been a pity in the hearts of calligraphy and painting lovers.

If what song Qilin brings out is genuine, then this painting is absolutely valuable. There is no problem that it will be sold at a sky high price.

Qi Xianren carefully took over the painting. This time, he was no longer sweeping it, but carefully looking at it again and again. He refused to let go of every detail. He was afraid that he would capsize in the deep ditch and ruin his reputation.

Song Qilin is both expecting and nervous. It can be seen that he also cares about the painting.

Lin Chengfei also looked at the painting. At first, he didn't feel any difference. But five minutes after his eyes fell on the painting, he suddenly felt a dazzling light coming from the painting.

"Ah?"

Lin Chengfei can't help exclaiming. He only feels his eyes are sour and painful. He quickly closes his eyes, or the tears will almost fall.

"What's the matter with you?" Ren Xuefeng asked strangely.

Lin Cheng Fei shook his head. He looked at the others, but he saw that they were all normal. They were still surrounded by the painting in high spirits, obviously not affected by the golden light.

What's going on?

Lin Chengfei was puzzled. Since the golden light came out, he felt that the painting was very close, as if something was attracting him.

Qi Xianren stares at the picture of sending a son to the king of heaven and looks at it again and again. At the beginning, he is cautiously excited. Slowly, his brows are wrinkled, and his disappointment is beyond expression.

"Mr. Qi, this painting..." Song Qilin asked carefully.

Qi Xianren put away the painting, shook his head and sighed: "the art of painting is very good. It's a pity that the fake is fake after all."

"False?" Song Qilin's body trembled, and even his voice was mixed with these trills: "how can it be false? You have a good look again!

Qi Xianren was a little unhappy, frowned and said, "is song Shao questioning my eyesight?"

The rest of the people in the hall look at Song Qilin unhappily. Anyone who dares to doubt Qi is not a good thing.

Qi Xianren seems to be uncomfortable with song Qilin's doubts. He points to the painting and says, "according to the records, the picture of the king of heaven is divided into two parts. In the first part, there are two riding gods of auspicious animals galloping. The king of heaven presses his hands on his knees with a dignified manner. The maid behind him has a calm attitude. The generals draw swords at any time to prevent accidents. Although there are many figures, their expressions are different, and they are very dignified Play the ups and downs"Let's just talk about the first half of this paragraph. Although the characters in this painting are the same as those in the records, there are some differences in their expressions. The maid, who should not have been happy or sad, looks a little joyful with her mouth gently raised. Only from this point, we can see that this painting is a fake!"

Song Qilin is both sad and sad. He has great expectations for the painting. When he first bought it for nearly ten million yuan, he thought it was a bargain. Unexpectedly, he was cheated.

He took the painting and felt sad in his heart. He wanted to throw it away, but he couldn't bear to leave it. When he saw it, he felt distressed.

He walked to the door with a black face. Just as he was about to walk out of the hall, a familiar voice behind him suddenly sounded, which disgusted him: "Song Shao, wait a minute. I'm very interested in your painting. I don't know if you can give it up and sell it to me?"

Song Qilin turned around and saw that the speaker was indeed Lin Chengfei. He immediately sneered and pointed to his face: "look at my face. You can't forget who beat you. I can't forget. This account hasn't been calculated with you. Why should I sell it to you?"

"Business is business, enmity is enmity!" Lin Chengfei waved his hand and said with a smile: "besides, your painting is a fake. Mr. Qi personally identified it. I'm afraid no one will buy it except me. I don't think you are like people who like calligraphy and painting. What's the use of keeping it? It's better to sell it to me and exchange it for some pocket money."

This sentence talks about song Qilin's pain. He thinks what Lin Chengfei said is very reasonable.

What's the point of holding this painting? If you can't make a dime, you'll lose 10 million.

How much is what you get back!

So he said, "although this painting is a fake, I spent 10 million to buy it. Even if it's a fake, it's worth 5 million if I give you a 50% discount. Can you afford it?"