My Fairy Live

Chapter 97

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Ye Fan smiled slightly, as expected.

This is a "Cold Bamboo Picture", the ink bamboo is depicted with splashing ink brushwork, just as the shopkeeper said, it is just a high imitation work, except for some years, but compared to the piece of wood Ruyi worth tens of millions, it is just a little bit The value is gone.

"What word? What the hell are you doing!" Li Nan was also angry.

"Don't worry, it's not certain who will win!" Ye Fan said lightly, and he unfolded the painting and placed it on the counter.

Then, I saw him blowing on his hand.

Immediately, Ye Fan gently tore off the frame with both hands.

Looking at Ye Fan's cautious appearance and focused expression.

Those onlookers whispered to each other.

"Tell me, is there something wrong with this painting?"

"Look at this, it's not that simple!"

"Did Master Li miss you?"

"Even if there is something in it, can it be worth tens of millions?"

"It's hard to say, what if?"

Some people disdain, some people are excited, some people are surprised.

All living things.

Chen Baoxuan's eyes shone with wisdom.

"Grandpa, our Baoxuan Hall is about to close." Chen Zhiming's face was ashen.

"Xiao Ming, don't jump to conclusions before the end of the matter." Chen Baoxuan said flatly.

"Grandpa, is there any chance of us having a miracle?" Chen Wanying asked suspiciously.

"Everything is possible." Chen Baoxuan said firmly.

"Ye Fan, you can admit defeat!" Li Nan walked over and said angrily.

"Shh, wait until I'm done!"

"You're so busy, don't think that you can deny it just because you are pretending to be a ghost!" Li Nan said proudly.

"Old man Chen, should you keep your promise!" Sun Guangping walked over, glanced at Ye Fan and said, "And this kid, are you sure you're not making trouble? A good painting worth hundreds of thousands is actually torn into pieces?"

"I'm bringing a great work to life!" Ye Fan said with a smile, but the movements of his hands were lighter.

"Great piece of bullshit...this is..."

Before Sun Guangping finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

"What's the matter, Old Sun?" Li Nan walked over with a sneer, and suddenly he was also stunned.

With a slight force on Ye Fan's hand, a piece of paper caught in the picture of Han Zhu was pulled out by Ye Fan.

"Oh my god, there is a mezzanine!"

"Picture in picture!"

Ye Fan held a piece of yellowed paper in his hand.

This piece of paper is no more than the size of an arm.

There are four words written on it, "Sincerely!"

"These words..." Li Nan pushed Ye Fan away, rushed over, and looked at it seriously, as if suddenly immersed in it.

"We are sure to win." Ye Fan walked to Chen Baoxuan and said with a smile.

"How did you know that there is an interlayer in the painting?" The shopkeeper of Linglongzhai also had an unbelievable expression on his face.

He has been in the antique shop for so long, and he has never seen a mezzanine with words in the painting.

"It's just that I was lucky and found something abnormal." Ye Fan smiled, of course he couldn't say, because of the intermediate pupil technique, he discovered that there was a pair of priceless calligraphy in this painting.

And this calligraphy is still...

Well, when Ye Fan saw the reference data told to him by the Divine Pupil Technique, he decisively gave up on Mu Ruyi, and turned around to dig out the painting.

"Don't be complacent, even if there are words in the painting, it can be worth tens of millions? You still lose!" Sun Guangping said fiercely.

"Hey, how do you know that those four words are not worth tens of millions?" Ye Fan chuckled.

He said loudly, "In 2011, at the Christie's auction house in France, a copy of Wang Xizhi's running script, "Ping An Tie" with only 41 characters was auctioned for a sky-high price of 3 million, an average of 08 million per character!"

"So, the four words written by Wang Xizhi's hand are worth 3000 million yuan no matter how sincere they are."

Ye Fan smiled lightly.

His words just fell.

Li Nan also howled excitedly, "Wang Xizhi's authentic work is actually Wang Xizhi's original work! I never thought that I would encounter such a miracle in my lifetime!"

"Look, even the master Li you invited has given a conclusion!" Ye Fan pouted.

Sun Guangping's face turned red in an instant, and he rushed over in disbelief, "Li Nan, tell me, this is a fake, this is not the real work of Wang Xizhi at all, the real work is so easy to come across!"

"It's all fake!" Sun Guangping howled.

"Old Sun, it's true. Look at this handwriting. Except for Wang Xizhi himself, no one else can imitate it. Not to mention, the name on the seal and the age of the paper are all in line with the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Features!" Li Nan exclaimed excitedly.

"Then tell me how much this painting is worth!" Sun Guangping clutched his chest.

"At least 2000 million, it's because the words are not well preserved and damaged!"

"2000 million..." Sun Guangping muttered to himself, suddenly his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect me to miss it. This time, Mr. Chen won the competition!" The shopkeeper of Linglongzhai smiled wryly. He didn't expect that a fake painting that he left in the corner could be sold out. Wang Xizhi's calligraphy worth tens of millions.

"We won?" Chen Wanying asked in surprise.

"Grandpa, did we win?" Chen Zhiming also looked confused.

"Yes, I won!" Chen Baoxuan, who had been calm all the time, was also relieved at this moment, and he gave Ye Fan a meaningful look.

Ye Fan blinked at him.

"Old man Sun, let's lose money. A picture of words is 2000 million, plus Mu Ruyi, I'm cheaper, counting you as 1000 million, and the pear flower silver needle is also worth 100 million!" Chen Baoxuan laughed loudly.

"Chen Baoxuan, you..." Sun Guangping almost vomited blood, this is more than 3000 million!

It's not 3000 yuan, it's 3000 million!

Although he, Sun Guangping, is the owner of Guangji Hall, the eight major medical halls in the south of the Yangtze River rank fourth.

For decades, he has accumulated a lot of wealth by treating countless dignitaries and dignitaries.

But taking out 3000 million all of a sudden is really painful!

"Mr. Chen, let's say he has 3000 million. Let him get rid of the 100 million. See how generous we are! By the way, I almost forgot that the money is going to the shopkeeper of Linglongzhai." Ye Fan smiled.

"You..." Sun Guangping clutched his chest, his emotions fluctuated violently, he quickly took out a quick-acting heart-rescuing pill from his pocket and swallowed one.

It took a long time to recover.

"Hey, old man Sun, don't pretend to be dead, pay quickly!" Ye Fan stretched out his hand and shouted.

"Here! I'll give it!" Sun Guangping gritted his teeth and glanced at Li Nan, who was extremely ashamed.

"Treasurer Wang, give me the bank account, and I will transfer the money to you!"

"Mr. Sun, thank you so much." The shopkeeper of Linglongzhai couldn't help but smile from ear to ear when he saw the 3000 million in the account.

If Ye Fan hadn't helped him identify the universe in the cold bamboo painting, perhaps his painting would have sold for hundreds of thousands at most.

Now, he has earned 2000 million more out of thin air!

Shopkeeper Wang quickly took out his business card and handed it over, "Master Ye, from now on, you will get a 5% discount on all purchases at my Linglongzhai's three provinces and eighteen stores!"

"Oh, thank you, Shopkeeper Wang!" Ye Fan accepted it bluntly.