I didn't say it was Wang Xizhi's authentic work.

Hearing Qin Hao's words, Yang Ming was stunned.

Everyone present also looked puzzled.

Isn’t it Wang Xizhi’s authentic work?

Could it be from another calligrapher?

Yang Ming sneered and said, "If it doesn't belong to Wang Xizhi, then whose do you think it belongs?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "My calligraphy is the original work of Yan Zhenqing."

"What? Yan Zhenqing's?"

As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, everyone present looked stunned, and then looked at Qin Hao with strange expressions.

Even Xu Yue, Ji Mingqin and others opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He looked at Qin Hao, his eyes full of confusion, and said, "Qin Hao, were your Chinese and history taught by your physical education teacher? Yan Zhenqing writes in regular script, not running script.

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Yan Zhenqing, a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, was known as "Yan Liu" together with Liu Gongquan. He founded the "Yan style" and was one of the four ancient Chinese regular script masters.

Qin Hao's copybook is obviously written in running script.

Qin Hao actually said that this was Yan Zhenqing's authentic work.

Isn’t this making everyone laugh?

"Haha... this son-in-law who comes to visit is really funny. He doesn't even know what ancient Chinese calligraphers wrote."

"Yeah, saying that the running script was written by Yan Zhenqing really made me laugh to death."

"No wonder I can only be a door-to-door son-in-law. Sure enough, I have a problem with my IQ."

People around him were also talking a lot, looking at Qin Hao with a hint of disdain on their faces.

Ji Mingqin looked embarrassed, coughed slightly, looked at Qin Hao, and asked: "Brother Qin, did you say something wrong?"

Qin Hao shook his head and said with a smile: "I was right."

"Uh..." Ji Mingqin opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Ji, he is just talking nonsense. He brought a copy and refused to admit it. It's really funny." Yang Ming looked at Qin Hao with a deep mockery on his face.

Qin Hao glanced at him and said calmly: "Yan Zhenqing can actually write not only regular script but also running script."

Yang Ming sneered and said, "What? You said this is running script written by Yan Zhenqing?"

"Not really." Qin Hao shook his head, looked at Yang Ming, and said, "Remember, what you just said is ten times."

After saying that, Qin Hao picked up the copybook and rubbed it gently.

Then, he carefully tore open a corner of the copybook.

What is this for?

Everyone's faces were full of doubts.

Qin Hao ignored everyone, but stared at the copybook carefully, tearing it apart carefully.

The next moment, everyone looked shocked.

I saw Qin Hao tearing open another layer of the already ultra-thin copybook.

Then, a different copybook appeared in front of everyone.

This copybook is line by line... in regular script.

Everyone was stunned.

Is it really regular script?

Ji Mingqin and Mr. Chen were also stunned. They quickly took the copybook and looked at it carefully.

"This this……"

The more the two of them looked at each other, the more excited they became.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Chen, is this copybook true or false?"

Someone asked curiously.

Ji Mingqin's hands holding the copybook were trembling, and he stared at the copybook closely, and said excitedly: "The handwriting is round in the middle, upright and informal, dignified and steady, with an open momentum, and has a graceful, open and majestic spirit."

Mr. Chen also had an excited expression on his face, and gleams of light shot out from his cloudy eyes, saying: "Moreover, this flick, this hook..."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and said excitedly: "This is... Yan Zhenqing's original regular script."

boom!

As soon as Mr. Ji finished speaking, everyone present had a roar in their minds.

Is this... really Yan Zhenqing's authentic regular script?

Looking at Qin Hao, everyone looked stunned.

The son-in-law who came to visit actually bought Yan Zhenqing’s original work at a roadside stall?

Xu Yue also covered her small mouth with her beautiful hands, glanced at the copybook, and then looked at Qin Hao with an expression of disbelief in her beautiful eyes.

Yesterday, Qin Hao told her that this was Yan Zhenqing's copybook.

She even laughed at her at that time.

Unexpectedly...it turned out to be true?

Yang Ming's mind was also roaring, his face was pale, and he had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Authentic work? How is it possible?" Yang Ming looked at Qin Hao and said angrily: "How is it possible? This cannot be an authentic work."

"What do you mean? Doubt our vision?"

Before Qin Hao could speak, Ji Mingqin and Mr. Chen's expressions darkened.

Especially Mr. Chen, with anger on his face, said: "If you don't believe it, we can take it to a specialized agency for identification."

"I..." Yang Ming opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time.

In fact, he knew in his heart that this must be the authentic work.

After all, Ji Mingqin is a big collector, and he is also the president of the Tianhai City Antiques Association. He has been a guest on CCTV's treasure appraisal program.

As for Mr. Chen, he is a famous calligrapher in Tianhai City. He has special research on ancient calligraphy and has even published books.

Both of them said that the calligraphy was authentic and could not be fake.

However, Yang Ming couldn't believe in his heart that the copybook Qin Hao took out was actually authentic.

"You just folded such an authentic painting of Yan Zhenqing and put it in your pocket?" Yang Ming looked at Qin Hao with a look of astonishment on his face.

Qin Hao glanced at him and said lightly: "Is there a rule that you can't put it in your pocket?"

Yang Ming opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a long time.

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Brother, are you too much?

"Brother Qin, it's really nice of you to put it in your pocket casually like that." Mr. Chen said with a smile.

Qin Hao waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay. With the paper on the surface, it's not that easy to damage."

With that said, Qin Hao looked at Yang Ming and said, "I'm going to auction it now. Remember, you have to donate ten times the money to the charity."

When Yang Ming heard this, he trembled all over.

Yan Zhenqing's authentic work will probably fetch a sky-high price.

Mr. Chen looked at Qin Hao with a look of astonishment on his face and said nervously: "Brother Qin, are you going to auction this copybook?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Yes, I have no interest in these things."

Mr. Chen opened his mouth and then said: "Brother Qin, how about you sell me this copybook?"

When Qin Hao heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Qin, just sell it to him. This old man is very fascinated by ancient Chinese calligraphy. For him, such an authentic calligraphy is probably his goddess." Ji Mingqin also laughed at the side.

Mr. Chen glared at Ji Mingqin, but he did not speak, but looked at Qin Hao nervously.

Qin Hao smiled and said, "That's okay."

When Mr. Chen saw Qin Hao's promise, he was extremely excited and said: "Okay, I... I will use 50 million to buy your copybook. What do you think?"

"Okay." Qin Hao nodded.

"Thank you, Brother Qin." Mr. Chen bowed deeply to Qin Hao.

If this copybook were put up for auction, I'm afraid it would fetch far more than this price.

Mr. Chen also wants to give a higher price, but he really doesn't have that much available funds now.

Qin Hao could sell it to him at such a price, and he was very grateful to Qin Hao in his heart.

Afterwards, Mr. Chen made a call, and not long after, Qin Hao's mobile phone received bank information for the payment of 50 million.

Mr. Chen held the copybook in both hands, his hands trembling, and his eyes were full of excitement.

When Qin Hao saw this, he smiled dumbly.
Chapter completed!