Becoming rich starts with a street stall

Looking at this "Sending the Son to the Heavenly King" picture that Chen Dong Shu had spread onto the case table, the first one who couldn't help but speak was Zhang Qingfeng.

"Disciple, is this the treasure you're talking about?"

Chen Dong nodded his head.

Zhang Qingfeng laughed, "Disciple, you've been cheated, this is a fake, and it's a very poor quality fake, lead me to meet Cui Cui."

Leng Shan beside him looked and followed, "Yes Dongzi, you've been cheated, this is a fake."

Chen Dong took two magnifying glasses from the cabinet next to him and handed them to the two men.

"Master, Uncle Leng, you guys take another good look."

Zhang Qingfeng reluctantly took the magnifying glass, "What else is there to look at, your forgery is too obvious. This kind of paper at a glance is from the early days of liberation although there are quite a few years, but it's already a bit damaged."

As he spoke, Zhang Qingfeng pointed at one of the tears.

Naturally, Chen Dong had already seen the obvious damage to this place, and he had called the two people here just to unravel why the system had given this painting such a high valuation.

Leng Shan took the magnifying glass and looked at it in a few other places followed and said, "Dongzi, you've really been deceived, this painting should be a pre-release work, and among the imitations, it is also a defective one, although I've never seen the real painting, but I've also heard of Wu Daozi's characteristics."

"Wu Daocci was good at both painting and sculpture, he was good at absorbing the essence of complex shapes, the uneven surfaces, the yin and yang, into irreducible "lines", such as the height, side, depth, slant, curl, fold, float, and lift of the clothing pattern. The character of the object is traced by the organization of the line. The requirements of this line are strict, every line conforms to the divine requirements of the shape, and every line is full of rhythmic beauty."

"Look again at the figure in this painting, it is formless but godless, and the lines are as somewhat crude as a copy."

"A copy!"

Leng Shan's words caused a thought to suddenly flash through Chen Dong's mind.

According to Leng Shan's words, this forgery was a copy, so who was it copying? Is it like you once saw in a novel, with a sandwich inside? If this was the case, it meant that there was another mystery to this painting.

Thinking of this, Chen Dong shattered and tore a corner of the painting from the damaged area.

Looking at Chen Dong's performance, Zhang Qingfeng was somewhat helpless.

Young people were young, and they were annoyed when they knew it was a fake.

Leng Shan was also of the same mind.

Even though it was a fake it wasn't so bad as to tear it apart, at any rate it was decades away from now.

It just didn't take long for the two of them to have their thoughts, and a scene that stunned them appeared.

"Sure enough!"

Tearing open a corner of the painting, there really was another mystery, there was actually a thin layer of hemp cloth inside the paper.

After tearing the entire painting open, a scroll-sized linen-wrapped scroll was revealed.

This time, Chen Dong did not dare to use his hands to tear it, but instead took tools from the side to cut the linen very carefully bit by bit.

"Ah ......"

As the linen cloth was gradually cut open, a lifelike "Sending the Son to Heaven" picture was displayed in front of several people.

Leng Shan and Zhang Qingfeng coincidentally exclaimed out in shock and picked up a magnifying glass to carefully observe it.

Looking at the two people who were somewhat disoriented, Chen Dong had an answer in his heart.

"The real thing!"

"This is Wu Daozi's real handwriting!"

Two people were alarmed.

And this was exactly the answer that Chen Dong guessed in his heart, otherwise the system could not have given such a high valuation.

What made Chen Dong speechless was that the two people saw the painting from the beginning of their shock, and then they giggled as if they were two children.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I never thought that I, Zhang Qingfeng, would still be able to see Wu Daozi's real painting in my lifetime, fortunately!"

"Hahaha, I won't live my life in vain if I can see this painting in my life, haha ....."

Chen Dong didn't disturb the two people, and watched quietly as they returned from their maniacal state to calm.

"Hoo ......"

Zhang Qingfeng breathed a long sigh of relief looking at Chen Dong turning light and condensed and said, "Dongzi, this is Wu Daozi's genuine handwriting."

It was as if he used all his strength to say this.

"Yes Dongzi, I can guarantee that this is Wu Daozi's authentic handwriting, I have never seen a painting that can be painted to such an accomplishment, this painting is definitely an astronomical price, whether you sell it or not, I will offer two hundred million."

"Leng Shan, do you want to be shameless? This painting could fetch at least more than three hundred million when taken to the auction."

Hearing Leng Shan's words, Zhang Qingfeng exhaled.

"Zhang Qingfeng, speak to me politely, why am I shameless? You should know how much trouble this painting would cause if placed in Chen Dong's place, 200 million less? If you give him two hundred million you can take it."

Zhang Qingfeng: "You ......."

A sentence said Zhang Qingfeng was speechless, did he have two hundred million, there must be, but then he would really have to smash the pot and sell all the Qingfeng Zhai to do so, in terms of strength he indeed didn't have the money of Leng Shan.

"This painting is so valuable?"

Chen Dong could not help but be surprised, the valuation of the value system was just over one hundred million, but he did not expect Leng Shan to open his mouth and give a high price of two hundred million.

Zhang Qingfeng: "Dongzi, the painting itself may not be so valuable, but there is a legend about the painting."

A legend?

Chen Dong's heart was happy, this is obviously to add value ah, isn't the so-called legend to add some mystery and cultural connotation? A tactic often done by modern speculation.

Zhang Qingfeng: "Do you know the origin of this "Sending the Son to Heaven" picture?"

"It is rumored that after Tang Xuanzong succeeded to the throne, he never had any children, and countless imperial physicians have seen him, including the empresses and concubines by his side, but they couldn't see anything wrong with him."

Chen Dong laughed, not expecting that ancient emperors also had infertility problems.

"Be serious."

Zhang Qingfeng's face paled as he reprimanded.

Chen Dong threw up his tongue and quickly shut his mouth.

"Later, Tang Xuanzong heard that the painting sage Wu Daozi's paintings were amazing and even the legend among the people was that his paintings could call the wind and rain so he asked him to paint himself."

"Don't tell me that Tang Xuanzong had a child after Wu Daozi painted this painting for him?"

"Stinker, what do you think, it is rumored that Wu Daozi's painting can penetrate the heavens and earth and control ghosts and spirits, this painting was not hung in Tang Xuanzong's bedroom for half a year, the women around him became pregnant one after another, for this reason, Tang Xuanzong even appointed Wu Daozi as his teacher and studied painting with him for a period of time."

Chen Dong couldn't hold back his joy, this damned thing was too much bullshit, a painting cured infertility? Does that mean you're keeping the painting specifically for people to see?

"It is said that this painting can not only bring heirs, but also bring good fortune. Look closely at this painting, the characters in it are so lifelike and seem to have the essence of the spirit. Definitely a rare treasure."

"It is said that once he went to the eastern capital of Luoyang with Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and met with General Pei Min and calligrapher Zhang Xu, each of whom performed their own skills: Pei Min was good at sword dancing and immediately danced a song with a sword on the lobby as if there was sword energy; Zhang Xu was good at cursive writing, wielding the pen and splashing ink, making the wall of the book to generate fantasy; Wu Daozi drew with his brush and in a short while, as if with the help of God, the weather outside changed and the sky above As if a divine shadow had appeared."

"Uncle Leng, do you really want to buy this painting?"

Leng Shan was stunned, "You really want to sell?"