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"If you like this painting, you can only pay directly and refuse to default."

Ge Baoyi said sternly: "If you can achieve success, you can't achieve success. Don't be too slow and hesitate. I don't have the patience to accompany you."

"Absolutely, sure." Boss Pangda was also very pleased: "As long as the things are fine, you will transfer the money immediately."

"good……"

Ge Bao nodded, then pulled out a scroll directly from behind.

The scroll was wrapped in transparent plastic, rolled several layers, and was waterproof. However, the casual placement made Qi Xiang and Boss Pang Da twitch the corners of their eyes, feeling a little distressed.

"I don't know how to do it! Kill the executioner of the painting!"

Boss Pang Da felt so distressed that he quickly took the scroll with both hands and held it carefully. He was angry, but because he was not the owner of the thing, he could only hold it in and was so bored.

Ge Bao did not have this awareness. Seeing that Boss Pang Da was holding the scroll, he frowned and said, "Don't you read the painting? Or have you seen enough before, and now you pay for it?"

"this……"

Boss Pang Da glanced at the muddy tabletop of the cup and plate and whispered: "Brother Ge, this is not a place to read the paintings. You have breakfast first, and later, we will change to a quiet place. It is not too late to see slowly."

"...again." Ge Bao murmured and continued to eat breakfast.

Qi Xiang shook her head and accompanied him to continue to taste the noodle soup here.

After about half an hour, the breakfast was over. Boss Pang Da was also very sensible and took the lead in paying the bill.

"Thank you," Ge Bao walked downstairs without any sincerity and asked, "Where will you go to see the painting next? Are Qi Xiang's home or yours?"

"Brother Ge, I run a calligraphy and painting shop in Huzhou." Boss Pangda smiled and said, "If you are not afraid of trouble, you can sit in my store."

"Whatever." Ge Bao asked without any concern, "Is it far?"

"Not far. Ten minutes' itinerary..." Boss Pangda waved quickly and asked the driver to drive over.

After a while, everyone arrived at Xuzhai. When Qi Xiang saw it, he felt a little moved.

"I haven't been here for a long time..."

Qi Xiang looked around and found that Xuzhai's business seemed to be quite light. There was no one in and out of the store. But it is understandable that it is the end of the year and the off-season for calligraphy and painting sales.

Everyone is busy buying New Year’s goods, caring about the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and not caring about any works of art. Generally speaking, we have to wait until the beginning of the next year, the antique, calligraphy and painting market will gradually regain the lively.

"Brother Ge, Brother Qi, please come in."

At this time, Boss Pang Da was full of enthusiasm and led the two into the second floor.

After going to the VIP room on the second floor, Qi Xiang glanced at him and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Old Mr. Sun, you are here too."

"Are you here?" Mr. Sun smiled and nodded, "I heard from Boss Pang that there are genuine works of Xu Qingteng, so I must come and appreciate them."

"So too..." Qi Xiang laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to be here too, just listen to the teachings."

"Wrong, wrong, not teaching, but communication." Old Sun waved his hand and said, "Besides, I heard from Boss Pang that it was you who made the connections in the middle to help you make this happen. I guess you should know more about this painting than me."

"It's not much more than you." Qi Xiang smiled awkwardly. He couldn't say that he had never seen paintings before.

"Brother Ge, let me introduce you."

At the same time, Boss Pang Da introduced: "This is Mr. Sun, a famous master of calligraphy and painting appreciation in Suzhou."

"Hello, old man."

Ge Bao's attitude was very correct, and he knew more clearly what was going on. He said directly: "I will give you more comments on my painting later."

"This is my honor." Old Sun smiled and said, "I can't ask for it."

"Brother Ge, please sit down."

Boss Pangda greeted him and asked someone to serve tea.

After some busyness, I calmed down.

During this period, the scroll was naturally spread on the clean and tidy desktop.

Everyone naturally surrounded them and watched carefully.

This is a very traditional freehand ink painting, which is a bunch of grapes.

In the picture, under the wall, the fruits hang upside down on the branches, the water is fresh and tender, and the image is vivid. The lush leaves are made of large pieces of ink dotted, the vines are scattered and hang down, and the branches and leaves are covered with heroic spirit.

"good……"

At first glance, Old Sun's eyes lit up and sighed: "Ink and wash sketching, and the pen is splashing, seemingly unintentional, but he can pick it up with a spirit without seeking form and resemble survival. It is indeed Xu Qingteng's style."

"Old Sun, this painting is good."

Boss Pang came over and said proudly: "At the beginning, when I saw this painting, I had already recognized it. I don't know how to describe this brushwork and this aura. Anyway, after reading it... I felt it was satisfying, too satisfying."

"Driving ink like clouds, with a powerful aura, and a charm that penetrates the wood and goes straight out of the painting."

Old Sun smiled and said, "Do you feel like you are immersive and refreshing after reading this painting?"

“Yes, yes, that’s it.”

Boss Pangda nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "It's like in the hot summer, I suddenly took a sip of ice drink, my whole body was cold, my skin was full of goose bumps, and I was trembling."

After hearing this, Ge Bao couldn't help but whisper beside Qi Xiang: "Is it so exaggerated?"

"You don't understand..." Qi Xiang shook her head: "Boss Pang is... he really loves painting. Although he has not reached the state of obsession, it is not much different."

"I'm crazy about painting." Ge Bao shrugged: "No wonder."

"This is Xu Qingteng's skill."

At this time, Mr. Sun sighed: "He used ink as the color, used light ink and thick ink to mix, and randomly intertwine the vines, and then used ink lines to outline the seemingly messy lines to express the branches and leaf veins."

"Then, wet and dry, thick and thin, different ink pieces, and amorphous, to express the leaves. Finally, a few strings of sparse and dense openings and closings are dotted at any time, and the blending of thick and thin ink dots are used to express the fruit of the grapes."

Old Sun looked respectful: "Look at it, the whole painting is full of ink and has no other colors at all. Logically speaking, such paintings must be ugly."

"But this painting gives people a fresh and refined feeling, ancient and elegant, galloping and roaming, and flowing. It is a unique style. It is this kind of freehand painting style that is passionate, bold, dignified and domineering, which can inspire people's hearts and strengthen people's minds."

Mr. Sun had a serious expression and said seriously: "This kind of brushwork is almost the truth."

"road?"

Ge Bao was stunned, but the expression on his face changed slightly.

"Yes, this is the pinnacle work. It's almost like Taoism." Mr. Sun praised it very much and continued to carefully observe the pictures. After a moment, his eyes narrowed and he said in surprise: "Ah, what's going on?"

"Old Sun, what's wrong?" Boss Pang panicked and asked quickly, "What's wrong?"

"this……"

Old Sun brows were as if he was locked. He pointed to the blank space of the scroll and said in a slight voice: "There seems to be traces of repair here."

"repair?"

Boss Pang was shocked and hurriedly approached and looked around, his eyes almost sticking to the scroll. But after looking at it for a long time, he looked confused and looked up and said, "Old Sun, where has it been repaired? Why can't I see it?"

"You don't have the ability to see."

Old Sun shook his head and waved, "Qi Xiang. Look."

"Um."

Qi Xiang first glanced at Ge Bao with a profound meaning, then walked over to look at the scroll. He looked at it twice, then gently slid his fingertips slightly, and his spiritual sense was revealed. The entire situation of the painting immediately emerged in his mind.

"How is it?" asked Mr. Sun.

"It's been repaired." Qi Xiang nodded immediately: "The paper texture of this area is subtlely different from other places."

"Ah?" Boss Pang Da was immediately shocked: "What do you mean is this painting...is something wrong?"

"You can't say that." Qi Xiang shook her head and gave in moderation: "Old Sun, you'd better say it."

"...it's fine." Old Sun understood Qi Xiang's meaning. After all, Qi Xiang had to avoid suspicion, so he could only say these words, otherwise, Boss Pang Da might not believe it.

"You hear it clearly. What we are talking about is repair, do you understand repair?"

Mr. Sun spoke and explained: "It's like an ancient painting. Due to improper preservation, many insect eyes were eroded, which not only endangers its safety, but also affects its beauty, so it needs to be repaired."

"I understand, I understand this." Boss Pang Da immediately realized: "What do you mean is that this painting was damaged before, so I repaired it."

"That's right, that's what it means." Old Sun stared at, his fingers landed on the scroll, turned a circle slightly, and then his brows frowned again: "But this broken place is a bit strange..."

"What's strange?" Boss Pang Da's heart raised again.

"The broken place, the cut is square, not like natural damage, but more like artificial cutting." Qi Xiang answered next to him and drew a square: "Take this piece directly off and then make up for it."

"What?" Boss Pang Da was shocked and shocked: "Why?"

"Similar to digging for money." Mr. Sun whispered: "If I read it correctly, this part on the scroll should have poems and words. There are books in the painting, and the integration of calligraphy and painting is one of the prominent features of Xu Qingteng's works."

"But this painting has a bit abrupt feeling when the blank space is left. So I guess it should be that a paragraph of text is missing."

For a moment, Mr. Sun was also a little annoyed: "If it were not surprising, this passage must have been poached and moved to another painting, and then there would be another 'authentic work' in the world."

"...How dare you thief!"

Boss Pang Da was angry and slapped the table suddenly, shaking a loud bang.

Ge Bao seemed to have not expected that there would be this one left, and his whole body trembled and his expression became less natural. However, he quickly reacted, coughed, lowered his head to drink tea, pretended to be deaf and dumb, and did not comment.

But what you are afraid of is what you come.

At this moment, Boss Pang turned around and asked, "Brother Ge, your painting..."
Chapter completed!