Mr. Qian pondered and said, "This painting is not clearly signed by Dong Qichang. And from the photos, the scroll was mounted after the end of the Qing Dynasty."

"There will not be much recognition in the market for such paintings. Unless they are really knowledgeable collectors, it will be difficult to take action."

This is indeed a big problem.

Even if you meet a big collector who knows how to do things, you will catch this point and suppress the price desperately.

Things that cost 50 to 60 million may be directly reduced to 50 to 6 million, or even lower!

Hearing this, Chongning couldn't help feeling a little disappointed and regretful.

At this time, his mobile phone received a message, which was sent by Li Shengxing.

After a few chats with Mr. Qian, Chongning hung up the phone and opened the message.

This is the address they met two days later, and it is an upscale international hotel.

The last sentence of the message made Chongning's eyes lit up.

It was the party day of Zicheng Club, and there were many big names present. If there were high-quality collections, they could be appreciated together.

Zicheng Club is a membership-based place for the high-end Dali class.

High-end private clubs have extremely high entry thresholds and strict review systems.

It brings together bigwigs, rich people, celebrities and elites from all fields.

It can be said that this is a gathering place for the rich, and membership is a symbol of their wealth and status.

The Purple City Club is well-known in the southwest.

By then, there will definitely be many wealthy people gathering.

Bang bang bang bang!

Suddenly, another strange noise came from downstairs!

Chongning hurriedly approached the window and looked at the lobby location.

I saw bursts of thick smoke coming out.

"not good!"

As he said that, he hurried out and ran towards the hall.

In the hall, smoke was lingering with a pungent smell.

The boss's wife fainted on the ground and did not move.

"What's going on?" Sun Yi and others rushed over.

Chongning said, "Save people first!"

As he said that, he and Sun Yi rushed into the smoke and carried the boss's wife out.

At the same time, Duan Jingzhi took out the medical box and hurriedly performed first aid.

Chongning asked, "How is it? Isn't it a big deal?"

Duan Jingzhi checked and said, "It's nothing big, it's just that the thick smoke choked on the air intake tube and fainted."

Xuanzhen also walked out of the smoke, and he was carrying two coconut-sized iron lumps.

There was thick smoke rising from above, which was obviously the source of the smoke.

"There is no open fire inside, only these two smoke bombs."

As he said that, he threw it directly into the large tank in the backyard, and the thick smoke immediately dissipated.

"Huidi, Huidi, what's wrong with you?"

In the cottage in the courtyard, the drunk man rushed over like crazy.

When he saw the boss's wife lying on the ground, motionless, he thought that she had encountered an accident, and he immediately sobered up most of her.

He pounced directly next to him and knelt down, "Huidi, don't scare me! Open your eyes and look at me!"

As he said that, he burst into tears.

After waiting, the boss's wife opened her eyes and said weakly: "Husband, I, I'm fine."

The man was overjoyed and quickly wiped away his tears, "It's fine if you're fine, I'm scared to death!"

Xuan Zhen took out the extinguished smoke bomb from the large tank.

He picked it up, smelled it on the tip of his nose, and said, "If no one cares, in another quarter of an hour, he will really see the King of Hell."

After hearing this, both of them were scared and thanked Chongning and others in a row.

With the help of Duan Jingzhi and the man, the boss's wife returned to the front desk.

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Chapter completed!