"Maybe you're just lucky, so you have the experience of picking up a bargain." Zhou Kai noticed that Sheng Dengfeng and Lu Zhuoqun came back, and immediately considered the words and continued to attack Xuan Qi and said: "If this painting is really Huang Shaoqiang's essay, it is worth up to 20,000 yuan, but not 50,000 yuan. You should know that Qi Baishi's essay is worth only 40,000 yuan, not to mention that you are a questionable act."

Sheng Dengfeng stood in front of the table and carefully observed the ink bamboo picture on the table. Although it had some charm, its techniques were not proficient, it was indeed more like an exercise. Although Sheng Dengfeng did not dabbled in calligraphy and painting, he still had his own vision. Beautiful things themselves are the same, and this painting was indeed somewhat lacking in some aspects.

However, Lu Zhuoqun said nothing, silently observed Xuan Qi, and found that he was still calm in the face of other people's doubts, as if he had a kind of transcendence with Mount Tai but was not afraid of being despised. Although his age was immature, he had the style of a great man. In addition, Lu Zhuoqun knew where the Xuan family came from, so he couldn't help but praise him in his heart, such a handsome family, who was so elegant.

Xuan Qi slowly stretched out his finger and pointed to the lines on the bamboo leaves and said, "You think this is Huang Shaoqiang's early work. I object to this. If you look closely at this bamboo leaves, can't you see anything?"

"Bamboo Leaf?" Zhou Kai looked at it for a while, and finally slowly shook his head. He really couldn't see the difference between this bamboo leaf. Instead, Manager Luo looked at it intently and was shocked by the shock of the tiger's body. Then he slapped and said, "Miao, Miao, Miao." He focused on watching the whole ink bamboo picture and immediately amazement: "The technique has been perfect, and the painting has returned to its originality. Unfortunately, Huang Shaoqiang died young, otherwise he could become a famous master who could compete with Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian."

Zhou Kai was even more surprised when he heard Manager Luo say this. At this moment, he realized that he had been tragic again and became a villain jumping up and down again. He tried to open his eyes wide and looked at the ink bamboo picture again, but he still couldn't see anything wrong in this picture. The technique was immature, the layout was good, the ink was heavy, and the brushes used were of poor quality. The branches and leaves on the painting seemed to be split. This was obviously an exercise. Why did he return to nature? Compared to Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian? Zhou Kai was puzzled, and couldn't help but look at Manager Luo again, hoping that he could explain it clearly.

At this time, not only Zhou Kai was curious, but even Sheng Dengfeng and Lu Zhuoqun were curious. How could this picture, which seemed to be a clumsy technique, become a masterpiece of returning to nature?

Manager Luo took a sip of tea and cleared his throat and said, "We often say that it is difficult to draw bones when painting tiger skins. The bones here are a kind of charm. Generally, those who can master this charm will have a great success in their painting skills and become great people. This painting is a painting by Huang Shaoqiang after his technique is perfect. He painted not ink bamboo, but bamboo bones."

After hearing what Manager Luo said, Zhou Kai went to look at the painting again. The places that seemed like graffiti became clear in an instant, and even the places that seemed to be the slit of the brush became vivid. The whole painting seemed to be close to her, and the originally fixed ink began to tremble again. The whole painting had an indescribable charm.

Manager Luo continued: "Plum, orchid, bamboo is also known as the Three Friends of the Cold. In traditional Chinese culture, bamboo has always been synonymous with perseverance. After Huang Shaoqiang's technique was perfect, he was painting bamboo bones. This was to use objects to describe people and to describe himself. He not only painted bamboo bones, but also painted the style of bamboo."

Manager Luo said as he was amazed and said to Lie Xinxi: "I am willing to pay one million, please come up with this bamboo bone picture."

Before Xuan Qi could agree, Zhou Kai said loudly: "What should be wrong here? Why did the ink paintings of the Republic of China use the Qing Dynasty's backdrop paper and the Qing Dynasty scrolls? There is still doubt here. Is it too early to draw a conclusion now?"

Zhou Kai is now only stubborn, and he is stubborn and does not let go. He uses the background paper and scroll of this picture to talk about the matter. Shopkeeper Luo’s face flashed with displeasure, but he said nothing. A trace of disgust flashed in Sheng Dengfeng and Lu Zhuoqun’s eyes. A real aristocratic family emphasizes an openness, right, and wrong. A nonsense like Zhou Kai is no longer like a aristocratic family, but like a shrew.

Xuan Qi did not say much, but looked at the entire bamboo bone picture and used the qi-detection technique again. After carefully looking up and down the whole picture, a trace of enlightenment suddenly flashed in his heart. All this was unreasonable.

Just when Xuan Qi was using Qi Diagram, Lu Zhuoqun thought Xuan Qi was embarrassed, so he mentioned the old story again: "I was very happy to see this bamboo bone picture. Even if I have doubts, I am willing to buy it. I don't know if the Xuan brothers gave up. I will pay one million.5 million."

Xuan Qi shook his head silently: "Don't say 1.5 million, I won't take action even if I have three million. There is mystery in this painting."

"The mystery is still a cliff." Zhou Kai had already let go and said loudly: "I think you are so confused that you are just a doubtful painting, and it may be a fake one..."

Xuan Qi ignored Zhou Kai who was barking, but turned around and looked at Manager Luo: "Do you have a magnifying glass for your number? Please give me the one with the largest multiple."

Manager Luo had a hand in his arms, and took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and handed it to Xuan Qi. Everyone listened to Xuan Qi whispering: "What exactly did Huang Shaoqiang meet? A man who is not good at drawing bamboo, draws bamboo bones?" Then he asked himself, "Who painted the best bamboo in the Qing Dynasty?"

Zhou Kai did not miss any opportunity to attack Xuan Qi, and directly showed off his profoundness: "The best person to paint bamboo in the Qing Dynasty was Zheng Banqiao. He focused on painting bamboo for fifty years. Don't you know?"

Except for Zhou Kai who was blinded by anger, the remaining three people were all careful. The whole picture showed strangeness everywhere. Why did Huang Shaoqiang achieve great success in his painting skills in the last few years of his life, and why did his painting appear on the scrolls of the Qing Dynasty? All this was explained by only one explanation of the three people's eyes lit up.

Xuan Qi used a magnifying glass to carefully observe the mounting of the whole picture. Although he had been mentally prepared, when he really saw the interface, he shouted excitedly: "It's indeed a picture in the picture."

Manager Luo was even more excited. He had already inferred that there should be a painting under Huang Shaoqiang's painting. When he heard Xuan Qi shouting, he also went up, picked up the magnifying glass and looked at the strange display room. He saw something strange, and immediately shouted excitedly: "Do you want to reveal the painting?"

Xuan Qi was also curious about the scroll below the painting and asked: "How long does it take to uncover the painting? Will it hurt Huang Shaoqiang's bamboo bones?"

"No, no," said Luo, as if he had met a child who loved toys, and promised Xuan Qi: "I will come to reveal it myself, and I will guarantee that there will be no mistakes. Believe in my skills, I can lift three layers from a piece of rice paper..." The excited Manager Luo knew that he had made a mistake, but fortunately, no one around him cared about it.

The development of the matter has surpassed Zhou Kai's expectations. He shut his mouth and dared not talk nonsense anymore. Xuan Qi's body exuded an evil spirit. After buying a secondary painting, he was still a painting in the painting...

The excited shopkeeper Luo quickly brought his toolbox, and two young men were helping each other. Three layers of rice paper were spread behind the scroll. The two young men pressed the four corners. Then, shopkeeper Luo picked up the brush and dipped it in clean water, brushed it evenly on the top layer of rice paper, allowing the damp rice paper to seep down the moisture. After ten minutes, the scroll was turned over on the Eight Immortals table. Shopper Luo's eyes shone, and he had a special magnifying glass like a diving mirror on his eyes. He held a blade with a cold light in his hand, and carefully searched for the gap in the mounting area.

Anyone who has framed antique calligraphy and paintings knows that a scroll is not a layer, but is glued together by multiple layers. In addition to the characteristics of rice paper, through some special techniques and special techniques, the framed calligraphy and paintings can be separated. Of course, this is also an indispensable technique in the restoration of calligraphy and paintings.

A good framer can reversely separate a painting according to the original frame steps. A stronger framer will interpret the art of painting to the extreme, and remove a genuine painting layer by layer. The person with the highest technique can remove five layers, so that a genuine painting can be turned into five original works. Manager Luo can remove three layers, which is already a master.

Although this can make huge profits in the short term, the damage to cultural relics and calligraphy is irreparable. No mounter can combine the unveiled calligraphy and paintings into one? It is precisely because of the black-hearted businessman who is greedy for short-term profits and destroys the authentic products handed down by his ancestors one by one.

Manager Luo carefully uncovered the uppermost painting. There was indeed a painting below, and it was also a bamboo painting. The shopkeeper Luo tried hard not to distract himself. He took off Huang Shaoqiang's work bit by bit, and then placed it on the rice paper aside. After confirming that it was correct, he took off his eyepiece and looked at the true appearance of the picture below.

The ink is calm, tall and green, and the bamboo leaves are in full bloom. Not only are there inscriptions and chapters on it, but also a poem is written: Hold on to the green mountains and do not relax, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks. It is still strong after thousands of mills and thousands of blows, no matter how winds east, west, south and north.

This is the work of Zheng Xie and Zheng Banqiao, and it is one of the few fine works after Zheng Xie's painting skills are perfect. No wonder Huang Shaoqiang is able to achieve great success in painting skills. He will definitely gain something when copying this picture every day.

Manager Luo praised him without hesitation and gave him a thumbs up and said to Xuan Qi: "Little brother, you have such a good vision. You spent 50,000 yuan to buy not only the original works of Mr. Huang, but also the original works of Zheng Banqiao. This luck, this vision, tsk..."

The shock flashed in Sheng Dengfeng's eyes, and then turned into ecstasy. Then he tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his eyes and said to Xuan Qi: "Little brother, your vision and luck are really good, which makes people envious."

Zhou Zhuoqun also said: "In the years of playing with antiques, I have never heard of two fine paintings in one picture. This leak is too big."
Chapter completed!