Chapter 48

Wan Dong looked carefully for half an hour, and finally threw the magnifying glass toward the corner of the painting, "Oh, my eyes are sour, I don't see. There is nothing strange about your painting. It must be your own mood. Well, when I bought the first painting, I was in the same mood as you. I felt uneasy and excited. I really believe that what I have bought is genuine. I can understand this feeling. "

Yang Xingchen handed him a cigarette, shook his head and said, "no, I was totally different from your mood at that time. At that time, you bought it with a genuine attitude, just like buying lottery tickets. Anyone who bought it hoped that he would win the grand prize. And I bought it purely for fun. To tell you the truth, I felt that feeling when I touched the painting after I bought it. "

He picked up the magnifying glass and suddenly looked at the corner of the painting. All of a sudden, he exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, brother Wan, the oil painting in it is two layers!"

Wan Dong shook his hand and quickly put out the smoke. He grabbed it and watched it carefully. The more he looked, the more excited he was. Then he opened his bag and took out five small bottles, each containing different colors of liquid. He poured half of the liquid in the five bottles into an empty bottle with a big mouth. After mixing them evenly, the liquid turned into a clear and transparent liquid.

Then he took out a small brush from his bag, dipped it in the transparent liquid, and began to rinse it carefully at the broken corner.

A minute later, the two layers of painting were rinsed by him. Then he asked Yang Xingchen to lift the corner of the painting. He picked up the transparent liquid and slowly dripped along the slit of the painting.

It took him more than half an hour to finish dripping the small half bottle of liquid. Then he smoked a cigarette excitedly and waited for another five minutes, shouting that it was time to witness the miracle.

He grabbed the top layer of the painting and pulled it off. With the stripping of the fake Taohua temple, a picture of crows in the wheat field appeared in front of them.

"Shit! I thought it was a good painting. It turned out to be such an ugly wheat field painting. If I had known it, I might as well not have uncovered it. It's not as good as the fake peach blossom nunnery. " Yang Xingchen has a dull face.

"You? What are you, kid? What do you want me to say about you? This is Van Gogh's famous painting! This is his last painting before he committed suicide, the crow in the rye! If it's authentic, then you can really send it. The paintings at auction can reach 400 to 500 million. But there are too many fees in the auction house, and there is also the suspicion of artificial speculation. If it is sold directly to collectors, it should be no problem for 200 million. "

"Oh, I've forgotten that you are not short of money. It's a foreign style to hang at home!" Wan Dong looks excited and envious. Although he likes painting very much, it's Yang Xingchen's. of course, he's embarrassed to think about it.

"No, no wonder I feel uncomfortable when I touch it. It was painted by a guy who committed suicide. I don't want it! Wange, after you find a special person for me to identify, if it's true, you can ask who wants it and sell it at a low price. "

Gudong a, Wan Dong did not hide the fierce swallow a mouthful of saliva, "brother, you really do not?"

"Nonsense, I don't like collecting these things. I was going to buy a festive painting to hang at home. Good guy, I bought a painting painted by a suicide guy. It's really bad luck. Don't want it! You take care of it for me. "

"Hey, that's mine! I'll take it back and give it to old man Yan for identification. If it's genuine, brother, we'll say two hundred million to me! " Wan Dong's mouth is crooked.

"OK, then you can take it. But I don't think I can fake it, otherwise I can't feel the restlessness, excitement and loneliness from it. Oh, by the way, if it's true, don't always give me the card. Well, at least give me 100 million in cash. "

"What is it? Why do you want so much cash? " Wan Dong was stunned.

"Oh, I'm afraid of being poor. I can't feel at ease until I look at those colorful tickets every day." Yang Xingchen returned with a smile.

"Cut, you just have to break it! You are a freak. Let's go. It's my treat. I'm going after dinner. " Wan Dong enthusiastically put away the painting.

He secretly made up his mind to run to Yang Xingchen when he had nothing to do. This guy is not only a miracle doctor, but also a natural inspiration for art. Today he can pick up Van Gogh's painting, and tomorrow maybe he can pick up a Tang Bohu's painting. This guy is a monster. Anything can happen to him. You have to hold him!

Yang Xingchen separated from Wan Dong after dinner. He drove to a jade shop and bought more than 20 jade bracelets, pendants and rings from the red jade, purple jade, green jade and white jade. Although I bought so much, it didn't cost much. Because the varieties I bought were not good, I didn't even have ice materials, almost all of them were bean curd, and there was no transparency at all.

But Yang Xingchen is not afraid of it. He has his own spirit, and he is afraid of changing it? Put them all in the basin with spirit water and let them soak slowly.

After returning home, not a moment later, the team had already transported the wood.

After dinner, Lingnan is taking a bath. Yang Xingchen comes to the place where the wood is piled up and sprays the wood with the water mixed with Lingshui. The wood immediately gives off a refreshing fragrance."Oh, I'm tired of this day. Come and beat my back for my secretary." Just sprinkle good water back home, wearing pajamas Lingnan is thumping legs and twisting neck called up.

Yang Xingchen knew that she had just gone to work, and she felt tired after a day's hard work. Then she went to her back with a smile, secretly carried the real Qi in her hands, massaged and patted the acupoints behind her.

"Wow, it's so comfortable! Oh, try harder. Well, fool, what are you doing? Take it easy. Well, it's too light. It's important. It's comfortable. "

"Please don't call us that. People think we're doing something when they hear that!" Yang Xingchen is speechless.

"But they are so comfortable! Woo Well... "

Five minutes later, there was no sound. Yang Xingchen looked over his head curiously and fainted. Ya fell asleep.

Although it's the end of April, it's still a little cold in the mountains at night. Yang Xingchen was afraid that she would be frozen, so he gently picked her up, gently carried her into her room, gently put her on the bed, took off her slippers and covered her with a quilt. Then he gently closed the door and went out.

What he didn't see was that after he left, the beauty on the bed opened her eyes happily, then closed her eyes happily and went to sleep sweetly.