The craziest son-in-law

Chapter 43

"what are you doing!"

At this time, Zhao Xinxin stepped forward, pushed Lin Xuan aside, knelt down and helped his brother up.

"You and them are bad guys, plot against my brother together!"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Lin Xuan took two steps back, looked at them and said softly: "I said earlier that I don't know calligraphy and painting, you have been deceived, you can't blame me!"

"You still said... Did you say that you won't pay for it!" Zhao Xinxin pointed at Lin Xuan and angrily said, "I think you and that pork ribs are in the same group!"

"Okay, Xinxin, let's admit it!"

Fatty Zhao slowed down on the ground, stood up struggling and said, "I paid for the money myself. Even if Mr. Lin didn't tell me, I would still be fooled!"

"An Ziliang, what happened today, I, Zhao Yunfei, admit it, and we will regret it for a while!"

Fatty Zhao stood up, gathered the scrolls on the ground and got up to leave.

"Just leave like this?"

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "Just throw the real treasure in front of you?"

"You said..."

Just as Zhao Xinxin was about to say something, Zhao Yunfei turned around in surprise and asked, "What does Mr. Lin mean...?"

"I said, you won't lose money on the 150 million you bought, but I didn't say it must be this fake painting!"

Lin Xuan chuckled lightly, picked up the picture scroll box from the ground, wiped it with his hand, handed it to Fatty Zhao and said, "Take a good look at what this is."

"This is……"

Fatty Zhao took the wooden box, looked at it, put it under his nose and smelled it, and said pleasantly, "This is agarwood!"

"In ancient times, there was an idiom about buying boxes and returning pearls. I thought it was just a fable. Now it seems that you are really blind!" Lin Xuan stood up and said: "In the past, agarwood was a court tribute, and the box made of it can be ordinary. something?"

"Yes, yes!"

Hearing what Lin Xuan said, Fatty Zhao immediately became interested, and hurriedly ordered his sister to find cleaning tools, carefully put the wooden box on the table and cleaned it up carefully.

The wooden box is about one meter long and twenty centimeters wide. It is dark red as a whole, and there are some reliefs on it. However, due to the age and improper preservation, there is a thick layer of mud on the reliefs. Liu Qiu's is not eye-catching at all.

If it weren't for the unique aroma of agarwood on the inner lining of the box, no one would have noticed that the material of this box is actually the best precious wood.

With Fatty Zhao's careful cleaning, the wooden box gradually revealed its true colors. An extremely exquisite picture of the three immortals Fu, Lu, and Shou celebrating their birthdays was painted on the box with extremely exquisite carvings. The three characters "Du Wensong" are indistinctly engraved on the bottom of the carver.

"Du Wensong, it is the work of carved emperor Du Wensong!"

Seeing these three words, the people present were in an uproar.

As a person in the antique business, who doesn't know the name of Du Wensong, the head of the four major wood carvings in Huaguo, the successor of Dongyang carvings, and the emperor of carvings!

Legend has it that carpenters and carpenters in ancient times were low-level craftsmen, so even if their craftsmanship was beautiful, they would not leave their names on their works.

The carving emperor Du Wensong was bestowed the number one in the world for carving the Qianlong throne, and the folks have the reputation of the carving emperor. Since then, carpenters have the qualifications to leave their names on their works.

Later, Du Wensong was hailed as the ancestor of Dongyang woodcarving. The Dongyang woodcarving he founded was famous at home and abroad several centuries ago, and was rated as the first batch of world-class intangible heritage.

But now, among the direct disciples of Du Wensong, who is called the patriarch, there are more than a dozen national-level masters of crafts and aesthetics, and Du Wensong can be called a generation of masters in the woodcarving world.

"I heard that Dongyang has offered a reward of 1000 million to find the handicrafts of Mr. Du who is living among the people. This wooden box is so exquisite, it looks like it should be the original work of Mr. Du!"

"If this thing is taken back to Dongyang, it will probably cause a sensation. Although old man Baishi's paintings are precious, Du Yunsong's genuine woodcarvings are not too pretentious!"

"Last time, I heard that Du Yunsong's pen holder was bought by Lu Guangzheng, Du Lao's disciple, for 1000 or [-] million. How much do you think this wooden box can cost!"

"No matter how much it is, Fatty Zhao sent it. The 150 million wooden box must be at least ten times larger!"

"Ten times I can see more than that. Those artists are all big-handed. This is to let them see the things of the ancestors, so they can't be auctioned for a sky-high price!"

"I heard that Lu Guangzheng's younger brother, Huang Xiaoming, offered a reward of 500 million yuan to buy Du Wensong's authentic works. I don't know if it's true!"

……

The whispers of the people around, in An Ziliang's ears, seemed to be mocking him.

This is really a loss of watermelon and sesame seeds. For more than 100 million fake paintings, he lost more than 2000 million wood carvings.

At this time, he can't remember the fact that he used 5000 yuan to double it three hundred times.

More than 1000 million things were gained and then lost, and slipped away from my hands. It felt like picking up a 500 million lottery ticket in the washing machine.

"Wait a minute, I said to sell paintings, but I didn't say to buy them with a wooden box. That carved box is mine!"

An Ziliang stood up and shouted: "Fatty Zhao, return the box to me immediately, I won't sell the box!"

"Not for sale, what a joke, Mr. An, don't you remember what you said just now? The rules of the antique shop, the trade of money and goods, you have nothing to do with me!"

Fatty Zhao sneered.

"You are too shameless!"

Zhao Xinxin stood up and scolded: "When we traded just now, we pushed the box and the painting together. If we traded the wooden box and the painting, why didn't you just send the painting over!"

"If I say no, then no, return the wooden box to me!"

An Ziliang stretched out his hand angrily, and grabbed Fatty Zhao.

Lin Xuan moved away sideways, stretched out his foot gently, and An Ziliang was stumbled and bitten by a dog.

"Oh, what the fuck..."

The fall seemed to be severe, and An Ziliang lay on the ground for a long time, unable to recover.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing this, the people around shook their heads and mocked him.

Everyone can see that An Ziliang set up a trap to frame Zhao Yunfei this time. Although the water in the antique world is very deep, this kind of obvious plot to harm people is still very embarrassing.

If it wasn't for An Ziliang's money and goods in his pocket, no one would want to play with him.

At this time, seeing that he was unlucky and lost his treasure, everyone was too happy.

"Old An, help me get my things back!" An Ziliang got up and shouted angrily.

At this time, from behind him, an old man with a hunched body stepped forward, his figure seemed to teleport, took a big step, and appeared directly in front of Fatty Zhao, and reached out to take the wooden box in his arms. .

"You...what do you want to do!" Seeing this, Fatty Zhao hurriedly put the wooden box in his arms.

"Bring it to me!"

Seeing this, the old man turned his palm into a fist and punched Fatty Zhao's back heavily.

Between inches and feet, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder in the fist wind. One can imagine that if this punch hits, even the fat man with rough skin and thick flesh will be seriously injured.

But just when his fist was about to hit Fatty Zhao, a hand suddenly stretched out slowly and gently covered his hand.

The old man's seemingly fierce fist was hindered by this seemingly weak palm, and his aura suddenly disappeared.

"It's unlucky for others to drill eyes, but it seems wrong to steal things if you own eyes!"

The old man turned around in horror, and Lin Xuan had come to his side at some point.

At this time, Lin Xuan's expression was indifferent, but it felt like an ancient well without waves in the deep mountains, unfathomable.