"Haha, it's me who should be grateful. After you become famous, this piece of mine will be worth a lot of money, enough for that brat in our family to spend a lifetime." Zhang Guangqiang sighed.

After hearing Zhang Guangqiang's words, Chen Tianwei did not show any pretense. He took out the kunde knife he carried with him and respectfully carved several simple small seal script miniatures of "Zigang's lackey Chen Tianwei" on the side of the work.

"Good. Good calligraphy, Tianwei. I never imagined that your calligraphy has such high attainments." Then Zhang Guangqiang saw the content above through the magnifying glass and couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"Haha." Chen Tianwei smiled shyly when he heard the compliments. He had heard enough compliments today.

"Tianwei, Uncle Zhang went out of his way to show off his old face today. Please give me a piece of calligraphy. How about it?" Zhang Guangqiang said with a smile.

"I am willing to listen to Uncle Zhang's orders." Chen Tianwei said in a playful manner, and then followed Zhang Guangqiang to the study.

As soon as he entered the study room, Chen Tianwei felt a strong aura?

Why is the aura here so strong? Chen Tianwei was puzzled.

Looking around, he found that in addition to a large number of books in Zhang Guangqiang's study, there were several blue and white porcelain vases on the ancient shelf next to it. When he got close to these porcelain vases, the aura became more intense, and he couldn't help but look at it more.

A few glances.

"Haha, this is the Kangxi blue and white bell rattle. It is a rare fine product in the official kiln. I bought it on the black market for two hundred yuan ten years ago." Zhang Guangqiang said with a smile, his words filled with the spirit of picking up the pieces.

The feeling of pleasure and pride afterwards.

"Uncle Zhang, how much is this worth now? Why should I, a layman like me, learn from it?" Chen Tianwei's Q&A on Bagua.

"Haha, now it's worth more than 20 million at least." Zhang Guangqiang said lightly.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, your room is worth more than 100 million yuan." Chen Tianwei said in shock, because he felt that the auras of several antiques on the ancient shelf were similar, and this one could reach more than 20 million yuan.

I think there are a few other items that are not bad either.

"Although it's not that high, it's almost there." Zhang Guangqiang said.

"This room is too scary. If I accidentally break it, I can't afford to sell it." Chen Tianwei said with lingering fear. If this guy accidentally breaks it, he will really sell himself.

I couldn't afford the compensation, so I told myself to finish writing and get out early. This room was too scary.

"Haha, you stinky boy." Looking at the timid expression on Chen Tianwei's face, Zhang Guangqiang couldn't help but smile happily.

How many people have entered their study rooms and learned about the value of this place. Some of them had expressions of envy on their faces, some were full of greed, and some had an inexplicable disgust, thinking that he was a corrupt official who only had this stinky person in front of him.

The boy actually showed a hint of fear. This boy from the old Chen family is really interesting.

However, it is really rare for young people to be unmoved by money. Lao Chen really gave birth to a good son.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Uncle Zhang, please introduce your collection to your nephew, so that this ignorant boy like me can gain some knowledge." Chen Tianwei said with a smile.

"Okay, if you are willing to listen to me, I will tell you." It is rare to meet a young man who is interested in antiques.

Unlike the bastard of mine who only knows how to eat, drink, have fun and cause trouble, he is not interested in these things at all.

One is willing to learn and the other is willing to teach.

The old man and the young man stayed in the study room for a whole afternoon. Zhang Guangqiang introduced his collection to Chen Tianwei in great detail. Chen Tianwei was so fascinated that he didn't expect that there were so many interesting stories in it. Almost every item

The collection contains the history of the rise and fall of an era and a dynasty. There is a bizarre story behind each collection, regardless of the collection.

Not to mention their own value, these stories alone make people fascinated, not to mention the unique cultural value and economic value contained in them. No wonder people call them antiques. No wonder Wanyan Xuliang is so charming.

He is obsessed with this, and it makes sense for him, a rich man with millions of dollars, to be excited for a long time even if he picks up a small item worth a few hundred dollars.

When he heard that most of the collections in this study were found in flea markets and some even came from garbage recycling bins, Chen Tianwei couldn't help but think of Zhang Guangqiang's interesting nickname, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Uncle Zhang, no wonder

People call you General Raggedy, but it turns out you got out."

"Hahahaha." Hearing this, Zhang Guangqiang laughed heartily, with unspeakable pride and pride in his laughter.

"Okay, kid, I've been telling you this for a long time. It's time for you to show your uncle Zhang a lesson." Zhang Guangqiang said.

"Okay. I will write it carefully for Uncle Zhang." Chen Tianwei said seriously.

When he saw Zhang Guangqiang taking out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Chen Tianwei turned to stone again.

Although the pens and inkstones are the best contemporary Hu pens and Duan inkstones, anyone with money can buy them, so there is nothing unusual about them.

But the ink and paper did have a lot of history.

Seeing this, Chen Tianwei smiled bitterly and said to Zhang Guangqiang: "Uncle Zhang, you trust me so much that you are not afraid that I will ruin your paper and ink?"

"Haha, boy, do you know these two?" Zhang Guangqiang asked with bright eyes.

"We know each other. I met him at the master's house before." Chen Tianwei said.

"Oh, tell me." Zhang Guangqiang asked in a slightly sophisticated tone.

"This is Li Mo, and that is Chengxintang paper. They are all old things." Chen Tianwei said with emotion.

"Hey, what a good boy, you have really sharp eyes. You can see it right away. You have to know how many collectors there are, but it took a long time to confirm." Zhang Guangqiang praised.

"Hey, that's because those teachers have a rigorous style and are not like boys who only know nonsense." Chen Tianwei said modestly.

"Haha, you are so humble, you don't look like Chen Dapao at all." Zhang Guang emphasized and then asked: "Test you, do you know the origins of Li Mo and Cheng Xinzhi?"

Hearing this, Chen Tianwei thought for a moment and then introduced the origins of Li Mo and Chengxintang paper. Of course, these were what he heard from his master before, but now he is just parroting them.

After grinding the ink, Chen Tianwei reached out and grabbed a top-grade Hu pen, weighed it carefully in his hand, gently stroked the tip of the pen, feeling the characteristics and feel of the pen, and then slowly filled it with ink and lifted the pen

, stood there, closed his eyes slightly, and felt the artistic conception of Yue Fei's majestic, tragic, profound, and soul-stirring poem "The River is Red" that he was about to write.

Zhang Guangqiang watched quietly from the side and did not disturb Chen Tianwei.

As he quietly blended into the artistic conception of Manjianghong, Chen Tianwei's temperament also slowly changed. Zhang Guangqiang could deeply feel from Chen Tianwei a soaring heroic spirit of regaining his homeland, and that momentum became more and more powerful.

Suddenly, Chen Tianwei opened his eyes, and a bold light shot out from his eyes.

He brushed his pen on the paper slowly and slowly, and soon a song "Man Jiang Hong" appeared on the paper.

When Chen Tianwei recognized the name, Zhang Guangqiang praised it with his arms: "Good calligraphy, good momentum."

Chen Tianwei looked at the work that was completed in one go and said with some reluctance: "Can I take this calligraphy of Uncle Zhang with me?"

"Hey, that's a good idea. This is my thing. Besides, when can't you write your own handwriting?" Zhang Guangqiang glared and said with a smile.

"It's not always possible to find this feeling." Chen Tianwei protested in a low voice.

"Haha, you kid, don't even think about it." Zhang Guangqiang said with a smile.

"Forget it, I don't want to, but Uncle Zhang, can you give up your love to me, Li Mohe, and Chengxintangzhi? I promise you won't suffer a loss." Chen Tianwei said with a smile.

"Hehe, you have a good idea. Okay, for the sake of this jade carving and this work, as long as you can spend 10 million, these two things will be yours." Zhang Guangqiang looked displeased.

Said hesitantly.

"Is this true?" Chen Tianwei was overjoyed.

"Nonsense, when did I ever make a joke?" Zhang Guangqiang was very unhappy to be questioned by a junior.

"Okay, it's settled. I'll give you an account number and I'll transfer the money to you right away." Chen Tianwei said immediately, then picked up a piece of paper next to him and drafted a transfer agreement, signed it himself, and then handed it to Zhang Guangqiang for him to

Sign it.

Looking at all this, Zhang Guangqiang felt a little sick in his heart. To be honest, he just offered a high price of 10 million just because he wanted to cut off Chen Tianwei at a high price. Unexpectedly, this kid's pockets are really big, and he doesn't even have eyes for 10 million.

With just a blink of an eye, he suddenly found himself on fire and in a dilemma.

Chen Tianwei looked at Zhang Guangqiang with a wicked smile on his face. Zhang Guangqiang's scalp was numb and his heart felt weak, so he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and signed his name. Then Chen Tianwei called the bank, and the money was transferred within a few minutes.

to Zhang Guangqiang’s account.

Looking at the series of numbers on the account, Zhang Guangqiang's heart was bleeding, and he reluctantly handed over the Li Mo and Chengxintang papers to Chen Tianwei.

"Uncle Zhang, thank you, I won't disturb you anymore." After saying that, he hugged the two treasures and left, as if he was afraid that Zhang Guangqiang would regret it.

"Come back, you kid will take your seal and seal it for me later." Zhang Guangqiang pointed at the Manjianghong that Chen Tianwei had just completed but had not yet seal it.

"Hey, okay, Uncle Zhang, I will carve a square seal when I get back and seal it for you tonight." Chen Tianwei smiled and ran out.

"This brat." Looking at Chen Tianwei's retreating back, Zhang Guangqiang couldn't help but laugh and curse.

Then I turned around and carefully admired this majestic aurantium.

This is a work of official script written in running script. Chen Tianwei organically blended the two brushwork techniques with the emotion of the work, making it just right and natural.
Chapter completed!