Chapter 220

Aggressive, "you little liar can cheat my immature sister. Sister, I have no time to talk nonsense with you. How about long Lao?"

"Since Miss Wen has spoken, let Miss Wen keep this jade." Long duotu nodded. He had some expectations for Xiao Han, but now it seems that he overestimated the boy.

"Thank you very much for your parting!"

Immediately, Wen Zhiruo wrote a check for 10 million yuan and immediately held Hetian Yu in her arms.

Before leaving, wenzhiruo also deliberately looked at Wenqu, "my good sister, before learning to please my grandfather, learn how to identify cheaters, don't be cheated by others, but also help me to make money."

Wenqu stamped her feet in anger. She immediately felt that if she bought the authentic imperial kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty, at least she would not go back empty handed.

"Mr. long, can you sell me that imperial porcelain of the Northern Song Dynasty for six million?" Wenqu puts forward the biggest price she can afford. She knows in her heart that it's impossible to expect Xiao Han. Now she can only see the meaning of long Lao.

"Miss Wen, I spent 6.8 million on this porcelain last year..."

Longduotu's words directly cut off Wenqu's idea, and her tears whirled in her eyes.

"I must take something back, or my grandfather will be disappointed. I can't let him down..."

At this time, next to the cold not Ding out of a word, "cry what cry, I just words haven't finished?"

"What did you just say?" Wen Qu sobbed and asked Xiao Han.

"I said that piece of jade is really the best, but compared with this calligraphy and painting, it's just dregs."

"What?"

As soon as Xiao Han's words fell to the ground, he undoubtedly dropped a deep-water bomb. Even rondotu, who was going to drive them away, was stunned.

"Boy, where are your credentials?" Rondotu's eyes narrowed.

"By the way, this painting is the real one of Han Fu!" Xiao Han zhengse Dao.

On hearing this, longduotu's face showed a joking expression, "do you know what is called zhishou thousand year silk 800? If Han Fu's real product had been turned to dust, could it still be here? "

Long duotu has seen clearly at the moment. He may have some foundation in front of him, but he is still too shallow in the end. Zhang didn't make such a mistake in just three days.

In the view of rondotu, the painting of herding cattle by Han Fu should be an old copy. It may be from the song and Yuan Dynasties, and it is nearly 800 or 900 years ago. Even if it is an old copy, it is of high collection value.

"Old man, it's true that the paper is 800 years old, but Han Fu's paintings are never on ordinary paper, but on jute paper. As long as they are properly preserved, what about a thousand years old?"

Xiao Han's words were like thunder on the ground. Longduotu's face suddenly became dignified. He quickly took the magnifying glass and looked at it carefully.

"Xiao you, you are right, but this is not jute paper. There are no pores on it." Rondotu has some doubts. Since it is jute paper, the fiber distance must be wider than ordinary rice paper, but he still can't see the clue with a magnifying glass.

"I said it was gray, didn't you hear me?"

At that time, Xiao Han held one side of the ancient painting and shook his hand slightly. Suddenly, a small cloud of dust appeared on the ancient painting, just like a puzzle of history.

After that, the whole picture took on a new look, which made him look at rondotu stupidly.

"You, you are from Shenmu school?"

Rondotu's voice began to shake.

You know, this is a treasure for thousands of years. The paper is very fragile. You need to be extremely careful when you open the book. How can you shake so rashly.

Ordinary people shake like this, and the Millennium treasure turns into pieces of paper in an instant, but Xiao Han shakes out the dust immersed in the jute crevice, revealing the true face of the picture of cattle herding!

This is a magic skill!

"Dad, what's the matter with you?"

The crescent moon on one side saw this, and quickly ran over, supporting the trembling longduotu.

"The old man has a good eye." Xiao Han smiles.

"Dad, what Shenmu school?" Longxinyue looks ignorant, but she knows in her heart that this sect must be extraordinary for longduotu, because she has not seen the old man so excited for many years.

Surprised not only longxinyue, there is a face of the circle of Wenqu.

Longduotu ignored his daughter, but continued to ask in a trembling voice, "I don't know what generation of disciples Xiaoyou is?"

"The same generation."

After Xiao Han's words came to the ground, longduotu suddenly pushed longxinyue away, staggered his body and bowed to him. "I've met my little martial uncle, longduotu, a disciple of the family generation!"

"Little martial uncle?"

Longduotu's sudden action completely froze longxinyue and Wenqu

"Son of a bitch! Don't be rude. Come and kneel down and call uncle ShiLongduotu stares at longxinyue and signals her to kneel down quickly.

Long crescent whole person all silly eyes, ten thousand didn't expect, in front of this obnoxious guy unexpectedly is own teacher uncle?

Are you kidding?!

Under rondotu's severe rebuke, longxinyue had to kneel down.

"I'm long duotu. I don't recognize him. I hope he doesn't blame me."

"Almost come on, old man. It's a new era now. Let's not mention the old things. Don't just kneel down and worship." Xiao Han waved his hand and helped longduotu up.

He is not a disciple of the bird Shenmu sect. A hundred years later, he has become an immortal and once returned to the earth. At that time, his old friend died long ago and the palace family no longer exists. However, the Shenmu sect still has a reputation. He regards him as the supreme elder. Naturally, he doesn't like the treasures, but he doesn't mind using them now.

"Little martial uncle said that we should keep pace with the times." Rondotu thinks so.

And the side of the Wenqu is now slow, she suddenly thought of the words Xiao Han said to him before.

"It's not that I'm rude to him. I'm angry. He may not be able to bear it..."

"Don't worry, he dare not sell it..."

Xiao Han's words are still in his ears. Wenqu now understands that this boy is not rude to long Lao, but his identity is not allowed!

Who can bear the politeness of martial uncle and nephew?

At this moment, Wenqu fell into deep remorse, but soon she became very interested in Xiao Han's identity. After all, haicui mountain, Hailao and longduo Tulong could not find a second person in Qinghe city.

Who is this guy?