(ps1: Due to word count issues, the first part of this chapter has been moved to the previous chapter. I beg everyone to forgive me this time!)
Just when Tang Xuejing passed by Lin Chen, Lin Chen suddenly grabbed her small hand. Tang Xuejing looked at Lin Chen with a blushing face, then broke away from Lin Chen's hand and quickly escaped from the classroom.
Lin Chen looked at the girl's slightly flustered look and slowly put her hand between her nose and smelled it. It smelled so good. A smile appeared on his face. He recalled the feeling of holding that little hand just now. It was so soft...
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When school was about to end, Yin Zhigang finally came back and waved to Lin Chen furtively outside the classroom. It took a long time for Lin Chen to see him, so he slowly walked out of the classroom and followed Yin Zhigang to a secluded place.
Yin Zhigang looked around and saw that there was no one around. With a grimace, he took off a bag he was carrying, reluctantly opened the zipper and said in a pleading tone, "Um...Lin Chen, I found it today."
Many friends borrowed it. I finally borrowed this 80,000 yuan. I really have no choice. Really, Lin Chen, considering that we are classmates, this 80,000 yuan..."
Lin Chen took a look into his schoolbag and immediately saw a pile of red notes. He was greatly moved and he stretched out his hand rudely, "Bring it here."
Yin Zhigang handed his schoolbag to Lin Chen with great distress and pain. He glanced at Lin Chen's generous and radiant expression, then rubbed his hands carefully and said, "Lin Chen, do you think you can..."
Lin Chen counted eight stacks of banknotes in total, and each stack should be worth ten thousand. Then he pulled the zipper and said with a straight face, "No, one hundred thousand, not a penny less."
Yin Zhigang really wanted to cry without tears. Meeting such a master would be considered a sin in his previous life. After dilly-dallying for a long time, he finally took out a stick wrapped in yellow cloth from his back and said, "Lin Chen, otherwise the twenty thousand,
Just use this to top it off..."
Lin Chen asked curiously, "What is this?"
Yin Zhigang took out the item from the yellow cloth cover, but it was a rolled up scroll. He whispered, "This is an ancient painting from the Ming Dynasty. If it is auctioned on the market, it will definitely cost more than 20,000 yuan. If you keep it for several years
Maybe there is still room for appreciation, Lin Chen, do you think you can..."
Lin Chen's master at that time was also a collector, and he loved earthly paintings and calligraphy. Lin Chen had been exposed to it since he was a child, and he also had a little understanding of contemporary famous calligraphers and painters. Coincidentally, the dynasty of Lin Chen's previous life was the so-called Ming Dynasty.
Chao, when I heard Yin Zhigang mention the word Ming Chao, my heart couldn't help but move.
However, he did not inherit his master's preference for calligraphy and painting. He felt that calligraphy and painting only looked good and could be hung up for decoration. He did not understand the meaning of collecting them. However, Lin Chen did know that there was a famous man in the Ming Dynasty.
The painter's name is Tang Yin, and his paintings can be sold for thousands of taels of silver in the mortal world. Master Qingyunzi once used his sword Qianli to go to Tang Yin personally to beg for the painting. After getting it back, he put it in the middle hall and couldn't put it down. This thing is worth it.
The silver is real.
So Lin Chen took the scroll over, and as soon as his hand touched the scroll, his expression changed.
Yin Zhigang saw the change in Lin Chen's expression, and felt uneasy, and hurriedly explained: "Lin Chen, don't doubt, this is definitely an authentic work from the Ming Dynasty. I...how dare I lie to you? Look at this paper.
It’s old, and the ink color on it is definitely authentic!”
Yin Zhigang's father is also a collector. Many people who ask his father to do things often send him some paintings and calligraphy. However, there are also many fakes among them. After Yin Zhigang's father passed the appraisal, he threw all the fakes into the storage.
The reason why I don’t want to throw it away is because some high-quality fakes can be sold in the market for tens of thousands of yuan.
Yin Zhigang was forced to do nothing by Lin Chen. His gang of friends could only help him raise a little more than 80,000 yuan. In desperation, he finally thought of this method and ran back to the storage room at home to buy some of his father's fakes.
He took out a painting.
Yin Zhigang heard his father often say that he knew a little about the cultural relics market. He thought that if he came from an ordinary family like Lin Chen, he would never see a real famous painting in his life, so why not just use a fake to deceive him? Lin Chen would definitely also
I don’t know how to go to a special place for appraisal, as long as he doesn’t sell it immediately. At that time, as long as I say that this painting can be sold for more money after collecting it for a few years, I believe Lin Chen will not be stupid enough to sell it now.
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Of course, Yin Zhigang didn't just take a painting casually. Some of them were fakes that could be sold for tens of thousands of yuan, so he couldn't bear to part with them, so he chose this one. He clearly remembered that this painting was from a rural village a few years ago.
The farmer crashed his father's company car, so he took this painting to apologize to his father. At that time, Yin Zhigang's father only took a look at the painting and threw it into the trash can.
He severely punished the farmer who insulted him by sending him a fake painting.
Therefore, this painting, which was regarded as rubbish by his father, must be worthless. When Yin Zhigang saw this painting, he immediately took it out, preparing to fool Lin Chen with it.
Poor Yin Zhigang never dreamed that Lin Chen was a time traveler from the Ming Dynasty. The moment he touched this painting, Lin Chen felt a long-lost and extremely familiar feeling in his hands. This was undoubtedly from the past.
Although the paper from the Ming Dynasty a hundred years ago has experienced hundreds of years, it seems to still have the faint scent of ink that Lin Chen is familiar with, instantly evoking Lin Chen's recent but seemingly distant memories.
When Lin Chen opened this scroll, he couldn't help but was stunned again. It was a small landscape painting called "Dwelling in Cuimei Mountain". It depicts mountains and ridges, pavilions and bridges. The brushwork is clear and unrestrained, soft and gentle.
The name printed on the letter is the name of Tang Yin, the most talented man in the south of the Yangtze River in the Ming Dynasty.
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