Updated: 2012-12-08

After entering the room, Ye Chenyu still looked cold, but Ye Zhengling's attitude became respectful and pious. He said to Qin Yang at this time: "Qin Yang, what do you think of this place? You still have a look at it?"

"Very good." Qin Yang nodded and said.

Ye Zhengling laughed and said, "I have nothing to do with it. My only hobby is to collect some strange things. Some of these things I bought myself and some were given by others. However, because of this, my income has been underpaid over the years, and I am really ashamed."

Qin Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Don't show off, can you succeed? I'm already very imbalanced."

Ye Zhengling laughed and said, "Okay, I won't say much. Since you are here, please help me see some things."

As he said that, Ye Zhengling took out a few things, and he handed a ancient painting to Qin Yang, saying, "Look at how this one?"

"Tang Bohu's seal?" Qin Yang was slightly stunned, pinched his fingers lightly, leaned to his nose and sniffed it, shook his head and said, "Fake it."

Ye Zhengling did not discuss the issue of authenticity, and took out a few inaccurate objects and handed them over. There were Xuande furnaces, pictures of the maids of the Tang Dynasty, and a large blue and white porcelain vase.

Qin Yang looked at it one by one and said, "Except for the blue and white porcelain vases, the rest are all fake."

Ye Zhengling frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Confirm." Qin Yang said, and his fingers flicked, and a crisp tone popped up on the huge blue and white porcelain vase, saying: "Although the blue and white porcelain circulating in the antique market have never been such a large item in recent years, this one is indeed real and priceless."

Ye Zhengling said distressedly: "I bought this as a modern handicraft, but I didn't expect it to be true. Others cost a lot of money."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "This one alone is enough to match the value of the things in half of your room. Are you not satisfied?"

"It's another matter of whether it's worth it or not. The most important thing is a preference." Ye Zhengling sighed a pity, handed over the last painting, and said, "You can also take a look at this one."

Qin Yang took a look and was about to throw it away. Suddenly, his face changed again, and he murmured to himself: "What's wrong, it's very wrong!"

This is a large landscape painting, almost two meters long and one meter wide.

In the painting, the mountains are rolling, clouds and mist above, jungle streams below, people on the mountain roads, tourists climb high and look out over the world, the painting has a profound artistic conception, and it is a bit magnificent, with mountains and rivers in my heart.

This is undoubtedly an ancient painting, but it is not a long time, which is a work from the early years of the Republic of China. The author has no signature and it is not very famous. It can be sold at the auction at most for a price of about 100,000 yuan.

Compared with other things in the room, this painting is undoubtedly not very valuable. This is why Qin Yang planned to throw it away at once.

Seeing his attempt to throw the painting away, Ye Zhengling was slightly stunned and asked, "Fake it?"

"Really." Qin Yang said, "but it's not worth it."

Because Ye Zhengling likes to play with old objects, Ye Chenyu also has a lot of experience in antiques. At this time, she asked in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

Qin Yangyang Yangyang said, "Although this painting is an authentic work, it is a pity that it is too short and it is a copy of it."

"Copying?" Ye Chenyu couldn't understand the meaning.

Ye Zhengling was also puzzled and said, "Have you seen the original works?"

Qin Yang shook his head and said, "No."

Ye Chenyu said, "Then how do you determine the age of this painting?"

Although Ye Chenyu did not believe Qin Yang's words, it would be difficult for her to convince Qin Yang if Qin Yang did not give a reason.

Qin Yang pondered and said, "It's just a feeling. Of course, there are times when there are mistakes." As he said, he said to Ye Zhengling, "Brother-in-law, just treat this painting as an appraisal fee for me."

Ye Zhengling didn't care about Qin Yang's name, and said generously: "Of course."

Qin Yang nodded, took a few steps back, spread the painting carefully on the ground, looked around for a few glances, sometimes frowned and thought, sometimes muttering to himself. He lowered his head and sniffed, suddenly realized and grinned.

Just when Ye Zhengling and Ye Chenyu were confused, Qin Yang suddenly grabbed the scroll and lifted it up, tearing it hard.

With a hiss, the scroll was torn apart, and Ye Zhengling and Ye Chenyu's faces changed slightly.

But soon, the two were so shocked that they couldn't speak. After tearing the scroll open, Qin Yang grabbed the scroll and gently fell down. In the stunned eyes of Ye Zhengling and Ye Chenyu, something actually slipped out of the scroll.

Ye Zhengling quickly looked and grabbed it, and then took a look. He took a breath of air conditioning: "Qi Baishi's shrimp? How is this painting always here? Something is wrong."

Ye Chenyu leaned over and took a look, then took a breath of air conditioning, looking at Qin Yang like a ghost, not knowing what to say.

Qin Yang asked in confusion: "Can you see this painting?"

Ye Zhengling shook his head: "No, but why does it appear here."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "But it appeared here."

Ye Zhengling laughed again: "That's right, Mr. Qin is right. No matter where it was before, it appears here now."

Ye Zhengling held the painting and admired it with love. He kept marveling. He didn't know if he really liked it or was shocked by the painting.

After a while, Ye Zhengling said, "Mr. Qin, sell this painting to me, you can offer a price."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Since you like it, it's your thing."

"That's not possible." Ye Zhengling waved his hand: "One thing is the same. Since I gave you the painting, it's yours. I want it now, of course I have to pay for it and buy it back. Don't be polite."

Qin Yang knew that Ye Zhengling was probably the kind of person who was crazy about antiques. If he pushed too much, it would become a blasphemy to Ye Zhengling. He was not polite and said, "Then let's just have one million."

"One million?" Ye Chenyu thought he had heard it wrong. When did this guy become so generous? He is not a generous person.

Ye Zhengling was also a little speechless and said, "Let's do this, I'll take advantage of you, 10 million!"

Although this painting is not as good as the picture of the hundred shrimps that were sold at a sky-high price, its artistic value is still extremely high. The twelve shrimps above are lifelike and vivid.

According to the price of one million shrimp per shrimp, although Ye Zhengling's offer is very high, he actually took advantage of it.

After Qin Yang bought the pink diamond, he didn't have much money. Although he had no idea about money, Ye Zhengling was sincere and could not help but refuse, so he agreed.

Ye Zhengling was extremely happy to get this original work of Qi Baishi. He admired it for a while before he put away the painting and the three of them left the room together.

At the corner of the aisle, the old man was still lying on the soft couch and asleep. Qin Yang and the others looked like when they came over, and they still looked like now.

Ye Zhengling and Ye Chenyu were extremely respectful to the old man, subconsciously relaxed his steps and tiptoed downstairs. Qin Yang was walking at the end. As he walked, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from his feet. Qin Yang's eyes sterned, pretending to be staggering, and his whole body fell toward the old man sleeping on the soft couch.

Just as he fell over, the sleeping old man's eyes suddenly opened and a sharp light burst out. The old man's thin back suddenly tensed, his right hand curled up and grabbed Qin Yang's chest.

Qin Yang fell halfway, gently hooked his toes on his right foot, stood up straight, and slapped the old man's wrist with a palm.

The old man quickly closed his palms, lay down on the soft couch, and turned in an incredible way, and stood up. The old man was very short, about 1.6 meters tall. After standing up, he looked even shorter. His worn dirty and black military coat was wrapped around him, and the hem of the clothes was dragged to the ground, which was extremely funny.

But the old man was extremely imposing and extremely sharp in his moves, with a faint sense of a master. After he stood up, he made a mistake and slid to Qin Yang's chest, his shoulders slightly, and he bumped towards Qin Yang.

It turned out to be a clue!

This is a common trick that Qin Yang used, and he could see it at a glance. He never expected that the old man would do this method. He felt a little anxious in his heart. He quickly grabbed the old man's shoulder with his big hand. His body suddenly accumulated strength, his arms straightened, and pressed down with force.

With a slight "click", one of the old man's feet fell into the concrete floor on the floor. The old man's movements were slightly slow, but it was still very fast. His arms arched up, appearing to embrace the moon, turning into a semicircle, his body tilted, his feet were neither too small, and in a pushing hand posture, his two palms attacked Qin Yang's chest.

The palm wind dripped into the clothes, and the energy was surging. Qin Yang's figure moved back slightly, avoiding the old man's frontal attack. His arm quickly blocked his chest, like an iron bolt, blocking his chest straight.

The old man pushed his palms over and pushed it against Qin Yang's hard arm, and Qin Yang was as light as willow catkins, flying backwards.

At this point, Ye Chenyu, who was walking in the stairwell, noticed the change behind her. Her pink and pretty face suddenly changed color and she said anxiously: "Qin Yang, what are you going to do? Stop quickly!"

Qin Yang smiled slightly at Ye Chenyu. He bent down and bowed to the old man with his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I'll disturb you to rest."

The old man looked at him like a monster and said, "Let's go!"

Qin Yang smiled and walked downstairs with big strides, as if the fight with the old man just now was just a joke.

Ye Zhengling seemed to have not seen the fight between Qin Yang and the old man. After going downstairs, he readily signed a check of 10 million to Qin Yang.

"Shenyu, I'm a little tired. I'll live here today. Please help me take Qin Yang for a trip." Ye Zhengling said.

"Okay!" Ye Chenyu glared at Qin Yang fiercely and walked out the door first.

Ye Zhengling watched Qin Yang and Ye Chenyu leave. He took out a bottle of strong wine from the wine cabinet, and without taking the cup, he carried it to the second floor directly.

"Uncle Zhang, are you okay?" Ye Zhengling asked worriedly.

The old man didn't say anything, took the wine bottle from his hand, unscrewed the lid and took a few mouthfuls of it. The white wine at more than 70 degrees was like drinking boiled water.

Ye Zhengling knew the old man's strange temperament and didn't care. He then asked, "Uncle Zhang, what do you think of Qin Yang?"

The old man took a few more sips of wine and said slowly: "It's amazing!"

"But just now, he seemed to have lost to you." Ye Zhengling said strangely.

"That's because he didn't want to win at all. If he wanted to win, I wouldn't be his opponent at all!" After saying that, the old man seemed to have no intention of speaking and started drinking in big gulps.

Ye Zhengling's eyes flashed slightly, and he sighed softly: "Qin Yang, what kind of freak are you?"

He brought Qin Yang here in the name of Ye Chenyu. On the surface, he wanted Qin Yang to help him with a few antiques, but in fact, he wanted to test Qin Yang's true strength and let Uncle Zhang pass the eye.

Ye Zhengling naturally believed in Uncle Zhang's words.

But the more this happens, the less confident Ye Zhengling is.
Chapter completed!