C7

Who is Fang Gang? This was Chen Yang's fifth life identity, one of the four great calligraphers in the Qing Dynasty.

Upon hearing that it was Fang Gang's work, he was instantly shocked, and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Alright, his own words have become the real work of a famous expert. This is really, hundreds of years of vicissitudes.

Xu Liang looked at Chen Yang suspiciously, as he was a little confused, he turned his head and continued: "There is no doubt about it Fang Gang of the Qing Dynasty. What is harder to come by is that this calligraphy was written by Fang Gang to celebrate the birthday of his friend's father. It is unique and unique in the entire country. "

"For my birthday?"

Liu Zhongtian was overjoyed, it was such a coincidence. He was about to congratulate the lordmaster on his birthday when he met a message offering his birthday. If this wasn't heaven's will, then what was?

Chen Yang was startled, and said in a strange tone: "Back then, Fang Gang was extremely proud of his career, and was extremely unrestrained. He had a lot of bad friends, but he did not have many true friends. As for the written word for my friend's father's birthday, why can't I remember it? "

"What a joke!" Xu Liang's expression darkened, and asked disdainfully: "Fang Gang is from the Qing Dynasty, how do you know what he did?"

Seeing that Xu Liang and Chen Yang were about to fall out, Liu Zhongtian shook his head at Chen Yang and tried to smooth things over: "Boss Xu, my little brother here doesn't really know how to talk, don't take offense. I have studied famous calligraphy and paintings for a few days, so I know Fang Gang quite well.

"Mr. Liu, please."

Xu Liang stared at Chen Yang, and when he turned to look at Liu Zhongtian, his face was already filled with smiles. He carefully unfurled the letter, and casually introduced: "The brush is in full swing, the strokes are full and full, the muscles are strong and strong, it is just like Fang Gang's style."

Liu Zhongtian put on the gloves, and held onto the scroll with one hand, nodding as he read, and kept on praising.

Chen Yang glanced at it but did not continue to look at it. His eyes were filled with disdain.

After appraising, Liu Zhongtian took off his gloves and thought for a moment: "Boss Xu, this calligraphy piece is not bad, give me a price!"

Xu Liang didn't answer the question immediately. Instead, he muttered to himself, "Mr. Liu, do you know the rules of our business?"

"Understood. "Once the transaction is completed, no matter if it's real or fake, there will be no refund."

"Since Mr. Liu is an expert, I will not mention it any further. I offer a price of nine million."

Seeing that Liu Zhongtian was about to nod his head, Chen Yang suddenly put down the teacup and shook his head mockingly: "Just this fake is worth 9 million, Owner Xu, you sure did your business easy!"

Chen Yang suddenly opened his mouth, the direct words were fake, this time, not only was Xu Liang's face filled with anger, even Liu Zhongtian's face was filled with worry.

However, Chen Yang's words were obviously doubting his standards. Even though Liu Zhongtian's personality was gentle, he was still a little dissatisfied after being slapped in the face.

"Kid, you can't speak carelessly. Our Treasure House has the best appraisal experts in Seahold. Xu Liang harrumphed coldly.

Liu Zhongtian also said: "Chen Yang, judging from the words written in ink, style and history of the scrolls, I think that it is indeed a genuine Qing Dynasty product."

Seeing Liu Zhongtian's stubborn face and believing in his own judgement, Chen Yang helplessly threw up his hands. Since he wanted to die, what could he do?

If it was said that someone else's handwritten letter could be eye-catching, even after hundreds of years, he would still be able to recognize it at a glance.

No matter how real the imitation was, the author of this letter could not escape his eyes.

"Brother Liu, I can't tell you the specific reason, but the note is definitely fake. As a Han Chinese person who lived in the Qing Dynasty, Fang Gang looked carefree on the surface, but he was depressed in his heart, so he was especially cautious. His calligraphy was very standard, and he paid attention to the lack of a single point and the lack of something of his own. And the marks left by this word 'axe' are too obvious, so it can't possibly be his work. "

Chen Yang pointed at the letter and explained with confidence. With Liu Zhongtian's ability to give away a background of 5 million easily, 9 million would definitely not be a big deal. However, he could not just sit there and watch as someone he knew was scammed.

"Nonsense." Xu Liang flew into a rage, "What does a child who hasn't grown even a hair know about this? This was appraised by an expert. They are older than you in studying calligraphy and painting, could it be that they are inferior to you?"

"There are many paths of learning, and those who reach it become their teachers."

Chen Yang was too lazy to argue with him, she just spoke a few famous words.

"Hmph."

Xu Liang snorted, and turned to look at Liu Zhongtian, extremely dissatisfied: "Mr. Liu, if I hadn't promised you, I would have made my move last night. A price of nine million, if you do not wish to make a deal, feel free to do so. "

Liu Zhongtian frowned, then looked at Chen Yang, gritted his teeth and said: "Boss Xu, let's take the contract!"

Xu Liang stared at Chen Yang provocatively, then took out the contract and pushed it in front of Liu Zhongtian: "Mr Liu, please."

Seeing that Liu Zhongtian and Xu Liang quickly completed the transaction, Chen Yang secretly sighed, and suddenly felt his mood drop.

Loyalty goes against one's ears. After experiencing eight lifetimes of reincarnation, he had a very deep understanding of these four words. Samsara, which had achieved great things, had all accepted the advice of their subordinates or brothers or friends.

Coming out from the private room, Liu Zhongtian saw that Chen Yang's expression was ugly, and was extremely apologetic in his heart, and could not help but say: "Chen Yang, the old man's birthday is soon, it will be very difficult to find a suitable present in a short period of time. "I can see that this calligraphy level is not bad, and nine million isn't a lot, so ?"

"Big Brother Liu, I understand."

Chen Yang laughed: "If this was an ancient work of art, it would be enough to leave a name in the calligraphy world. If it were the current generation, it would not even be a problem for them to become calligraphers. "

Lu Fang, who was accompanying Jia Jia, saw the two coming out, and immediately went forward to welcome them. She looked at Chen Yang in surprise and asked: "Chen Yang, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. When we were clapping, Brother Liu thought it was real. I felt like it was fake. "

Lu Fang frowned slightly, and said helplessly: "That's exactly his bad temper. Every time he appraised a painting, he would act as he wished and not listen to anyone's opinion. In the end, he did not even look at it a few times."

Liu Zhongtian was embarrassed, but he smiled.

"It's getting late, let's go eat."

Lu Fang waved and called out to Jia Jia, who was holding a bag in his hand, his face red, obviously very happy.

Chen Yang smiled and rubbed her head, then pointed to the bag and asked: "Is this the gift I bought for Grandfather? Can big brother take a look? "

"Well, all right. But you can't break it. " Jia Jia bit his finger and thought about it.

"Of course not."

Taking the bag from Jia Jia, she took out a delicate, red box. Inside the box was a Qing Dynasty snuff bottle.

Chen Yang looked at the snuff bottle and his eyes lit up. He laughed: "This snuff bottle is not bad, how much is it?"

"Really?" Jia Jia's face was filled with excitement, and he hurriedly snapped his fingers: "I heard mother say that it cost a hundred thousand, that's all my New Year's money."

When Chen Yang heard this, he felt extremely depressed.

The total amount of money he had received from young to now was probably no more than a hundred thousand. It was truly incomparable!

"This is an item from Qian Long's era. I don't know how much it's worth, but it's definitely worth more than a hundred thousand yuan."

Hearing Chen Yang's words, the little guy jumped up excitedly, hugged his neck and fiercely kissed.

Liu Zhongtian and Lu Fang looked at each other, a pleased expression appearing on their faces.

After finishing his lunch, it was already 2 in the afternoon. After separating with Liu Zhongtian and his family, Chen Yang went to the bank.

He only managed to complete a single deal in five days, and it was even with the sponsorship of a friendship.

Taking out 10,000, he only had 800 left in his account. It was the living expenses that Xiao Junlan had given him when he returned to school. In truth, Liu Zhongtian had planned to give him thirty thousand, but he rejected it with a stern voice.

"Make money, I want to make money."

Seeing the busy streets, Chen Yang suddenly shouted, which attracted the attention of everyone around him.