After lunch, Zhong Yue left Xi Qichang's house. The reframe of the lacquer book was handled by Xi Qichang's old friend, who was also an old master who imitated Zhong Yue's imitation and deformed it. It took about a week to dry it and spread it out. It took more than a week. After much of the day, Zhong Yue knew about it and left after lunch. After all, the elderly have the habit of taking naps.

Xi Qichang was drinking a little wine leisurely and humming a little song. Old Mrs. Wu cleaned up the dining table and looked at her old man's character and turned her eyes blank, "Come on money? Look, I'm happy for you."

"Ha. How big is it to pick up money."

Old Mrs. Wu took a rag and smeared the residue on the table into the trash can, "You and Zhong Yue look more like grandparents. When you have half the good temper towards your grandson, Baoer and the others are willing to live in China for a few more days."

"I don't care about eating and drinking at home."

Old Mrs. Wu shook her head, looked at the old man who was so harsh that he looked like iron teeth and bronze teeth, and wanted to throw it on a rag. I thought that if I was angry, I had to take care of this guy by myself, so I gave up and turned around and walked into the kitchen, "You like it so much, why don't you accept him as a closed disciple? Then, Lao Han's straightforwardness will be taken first, and then he will come to the house to complain."

Xi Qichang said: "Close-up disciple? I can't teach you. This child has stood too high, and our old ways are no longer suitable for him. If I publish the article "Liujia Lingfei Jing" in the study just now in Shanghai Literature and Art Journals for him, haha, the calligraphy world will probably change."

"Look at how exaggerated you said, why don't you post it?"

Xi Qichang stuffed the bottle cap, "What's the point of becoming famous so early? You have to become famous late. If you want to go far, you have to endure loneliness. This child is much more powerful than I thought, so you can rest assured that in the future, Zhong Yue will be half the sky."

Listening to the old man drinking and talking nonsense, Old Lady Wu got used to it and catered to him, "Then there is still half? You Xi Qichang is right?"

Lao Xi's eyes darkened, and he sat in the seat and sighed: "There is still half... and half of him pulling his hind legs..."

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...

Zhong Yue took the subway to return to Ouyang Kaishan's villa.

Ouyang Ming was caught by Ouyang Guoqing who was waiting in the yard.

Seeing that the uncle and nephew looked extremely mentally, Zhong Yue took a step back and said, "What are you doing?"

Ouyang Guoqing said with a complicated expression: "Zhong Yue... is really... the original work is in your hands?"

After learning the whereabouts of the original work, Ouyang Kaishan had nothing to hide. He revealed it directly to Ouyang Guoqing. As Ouyang Kaishan expected, his second son had already learned about this from my mother. No wonder he bid at the auction so much at all costs.

When Ouyang Guoqing learned that the work at the auction was really a fake, he was shocked and sweated. If it were not for Zhong Yue's stop, the price might have risen, even 50 million!

For the entire Ouyang International, 50 million may not be astronomical, but for Ouyang Guoqing personally, buying a fake 50 million yuan will really become a sucker. His mother has worked hard to cultivate a literary scholar whom the scholars of scholars in the Ouyang family may become a laughing stock.

When Zhong Yue saw Ouyang Guoqing's expression was a little excited, he said, "Hey, I really didn't know that the original is in me at the auction. I just discovered it by chance when I asked him to identify the ancient paintings in my hometown."

"No matter what, thank you." Ouyang Guoqing patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder, "As for whether you want to sell or borrow the original, or collect it yourself, let the old man talk to you about this matter, and I won't interfere."

"Well, I will naturally agree to the place where I can do my best."

Zhong Yue is not a profiteer who is not favorable and is waiting to be sold. If it were someone else, he knew that Ouyang Kaishan was bound to win, and it would probably be no problem to sell this piece of 60 to 70 million yuan.

Sixty or seventy million, that's not six or seven hundred yuan.

Getting rich overnight, luxury cars, luxury houses, and famous watches, what many people dream of?

However, for Zhong Yue, he cannot say that money is like dirt to me, but at least it is enough. He has his own pursuit.

"Then I'll leave first." Ouyang Guoqing said, "Don't reveal the authenticity of your hand for the time being. The old man and I made a discussion. The matter at the auction was probably a bureau of Wang Geshi."

Zhong Yue nodded, "How can he be so famous in the calligraphy world in Shanghai with such poor moral character?"

"The descendants of the calligraphy saint Xizhi, and their brushwork was excellent, were able to write small regular script with superb writing. The Little Registration King, the Little Registration King, and the Little Registration King, were praised by his colleagues to get this title."

Zhong Yue sighed: "Together, he is called 'King Zhong'. If I really want to talk about these things from this, wouldn't I still be overwhelming?"

Although Wang Xi is the only one of the saints of calligraphy.

But who is the founder of Xiaoyi? It is Zhong Yao and Zhong Taiwei.

Ouyang Guoqing shook his head and smiled, "That's necessary to have the strength to talk about his identity. Work hard, Xiao Kai Wang is not something that cannot be surpassed."

Ouyang Guoqing left, Ouyang Ming, who was staring at the side with big eyes, couldn't speak. In just a few days, Zhong Yue took action repeatedly, and each time he broke Ouyang Ming's values. Why did he have to spend the money given by his mother? With such an action, tens of millions were received.

He asked unwillingly: "This painting, Brother Yue, must be from your ancestral family, right? Tell me, it is from your ancestral family."

"Ah? Is it important to be inherited by ancestors?"

"certainly!"

Zhong Yue said speechlessly: "When your grandfather was young, he saw this calligraphy in Europe. Do you think it was passed down from his ancestors?"

"..." Ouyang Ming asked, "Then how much did you buy it?"

Zhong Yue looked at Ouyang Ming with an unwilling look and smiled, "Want to hear the truth and lies?"

"Of course the truth."

"Twenty thousand yuan."

Ouyang Ming stood in the yard with a dull look on his face.

Twenty thousand...

Tens of millions...

I...duh...

"Brother Yue, Brother Yue..."

Zhong Yue stopped, looked at Ouyang Ming who was a little excited, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You can accept me as your apprentice and teach me how to appraise treasures. Why don't we go to the treasure building in the afternoon?"

Zhong Yue looked at Ouyang Ming with an excited face and said, "Don't you need to study?"

"Study? My father asked me to study abroad. I don't want to go, it's not the material for studying. My second uncle and I want to learn antique appraisal, but he always said that I don't have talent. How about you teach me?"

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