"What is the situation? It is really the original work of Wang Xizhi. Could it be that the rumors in the past are all fake, and the original works of the Saint of Calligraphy have not been completely lost?"
"That's natural. Wang Xizhi's original works are just not collected by the state, and they don't say that there are no private collectors. China is so big, there are always people who have them."
Everyone was talking and talking, and their expressions were extremely excited.
After all, that is the original work of the saint of calligraphy. Even though some of them do not collect calligraphy and paintings, they are still very excited to learn that this treasure appears.
"Wait a minute, Wang Xizhi's original work has not appeared in hundreds of years. He said that this copybook is an original work, so you believe it?" At this moment, a younger man from the collector questioned coldly.
As soon as he said this, several other bidders nodded in response.
The old man with silver hair did not explain too much, but just leaned on the chair and looked at everyone calmly, with his expression very disdainful.
Seeing this, the young man frowned and said, "You said it was the original work of Wang Xizhi, at least you have to provide evidence, right?"
"Haha, you may not know who he is yet?" Before the silver-haired old man could respond, one of the old man in Tang suit chuckled.
"Who is he? It can't be the reincarnation of Wang Xizhi, right?" Looking at the contemptuous expression of the old man in Tang suit, the young man refused to give in and responded coldly.
The old man in Tang dress just smiled embarrassedly, obviously disagreed with the young man's behavior of bickering with him.
After pausing, he looked at the old man with silver hair and introduced lightly: "He is Mr. Tang Jing."
"Tang...Tang Jingyuan, vice president of the China Collection Association, director of the International Calligraphy and Painting Research Center?" As the old man with silver hair finished speaking, someone immediately exclaimed.
Soon, other collectors also looked at the old man with a look of respect in their expressions.
"Mr. Tang, I'm really sorry. I didn't know it was you just now, so please forgive me." After a pause, the young man hurriedly bowed to Tang Jingyuan to admit his mistake.
Tang Jingyuan just waved his hand casually and said calmly: "I have been studying Wang Xizhi's calligraphy for more than 30 years and can use my life as a guarantee. The copybook in this young man must be the original work of the Saint of Calligraphy."
As soon as he said this, no one on the scene dared to question it because the other party was indeed qualified.
Seeing this scene, Tang Jingyuan nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at Su Tie, frowned and said, "Young man, where did you get your original work of Wang Xizhi?"
"It's... a stranger." Cyprus answered truthfully.
"A stranger, I will give you the original works of Wang Xizhi to you casually. Isn't this a bit outrageous?"
"That's right, this is the original work of Wang Xizhi, a priceless treasure. It's not toilet paper, so how can I give it to anyone at will?"
Everyone was talking and talking, and they all had a questioning attitude towards Su Tie's answer just now.
Cycad didn't explain much, just sat there calmly.
"Young man, why did he give you this original copy of Wang Xizhi to you? Did he say anything?" Tang Jingyuan asked curiously.
Cyprus hesitated for a moment and did not answer immediately, as if he was thinking about something.
Seeing this, Tang Jingyuan was a little anxious and hurriedly said, "Young man, don't worry, I don't want to grab this copybook with you, I want to know its origin and help with research."
"That's right, Mr. Tang is a big shot in the international collection industry. It's impossible to steal your little doll stuff. Just tell everyone about the real origin of this copybook." The old man in Tang costume also said with a smile.
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"How could he know the true origin of this copybook?" Before Cycad could speak, a cold voice suddenly came from outside the auction hall.
Turning around, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a security uniform and extremely burly figure walking in with a group of security personnel.
I saw the middle-aged man with big arms and round waist, tiger back and bear waist, and bright eyes, which was obviously extraordinary.
Seeing the person coming clearly, Wang Sheng, who was sitting aside watching the fun, changed his face slightly, and he murmured: "Why is he here?"
"Uncle Wang, do you know him?" Song Yanling couldn't help but ask curiously when he heard Wang Sheng's words.
"His name is Li Kuang, Li Ziyang's subordinate. He is usually responsible for Li Ziyang's safety. It is said that his strength is very good." Wang Sheng introduced.
As he said, he seemed to think of something, he quickly turned to look at Wang Haoyang and said curiously: "Haoyang, I remember you are very familiar with this person. You should know why he appeared here, right?"
"I'm very familiar, but I can't talk about it. I just have some contact..." Wang Haoyang waved his hands repeatedly.
As he said, he turned his head and looked up and down, and smiled, "I heard that he is in charge of the security of this internal auction. Now that he suddenly appears here, something is obviously wrong.
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Just as Wang Haoyang and the other two were talking, Li Kuang had already led his men into the hall.
Seeing the person coming clearly, Tang Jingyuan's face changed slightly, and he said in confusion: "Xiao Li, why are you here? What happened?"
"Old Tang, the warehouse where we stored the auction just now has a theft," Li Kuang replied calmly.
"Stolen, have you lost any valuables?" Tang Jingyuan's face changed slightly.
Li Kuang nodded and replied, "It's lost, and it's very expensive."
"What is it?" Looking at Li Kuang's solemn expression, Tang Jingyuan already had an answer in his heart, but he couldn't help asking.
Li Kuang did not answer immediately, but turned his head to look at the cycai in front of him, and then said in a deep voice: "What is missing is a genuine work of Wang Xizhi."
"Wang... Wang Xizhi's original work, can it be... this one in the hand of this young man?" Tang Huan exclaimed.
As soon as he said this, everyone at the scene looked at Cyprus.
"I just said, this kid is young and has not even grown hair. How could he get the original work of Wang Xizhi? It turned out to be stolen."
"That's right, I just saw his outfit, and I guessed that it might be stolen, but I didn't expect it to be... But then again, this kid is really brave and dares to take out the stolen things in public.
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Soon, everyone started to criticize the cycai.
Just now, they saw the original calligraphy of Su Tie holding the Saint of Calligraphy. They were really envious and even a little angry. Now that they learned that the other party had stolen it, they naturally didn't mind taking the opportunity to step on it.
But seeing this situation, Song Yanling was already anxious and quickly retorted loudly: "Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Su is not a thief, he didn't steal anything."
"I didn't steal, then what is this?" Li Kuang picked up the copybook and asked loudly.