Galactic Garbage Station

Su Xiaopen quickly, after the first word came out, everyone couldn't help but shine.

Su Xiao did not pause at all, traveling clouds and flowing water, and quickly wrote a pair.

Shang Lian: Fu Tong Heaven and Earth coexist; Shang Lian: Shou and Sun Moon share the glory. The font is stylish and flowing, like a silent poem, an invisible dance, a painting without pictures, a song with silent music, makes people look intoxicated, difficult to pull out.

“Yes!” He Ruixiang looked at the words on the pair. His eyes burst with fine light and his face was full of surprises.

“That's a good word.” Shen Hong also couldn't bear to be amazed. As a treasurer, although he is not the best at writing and painting, he also knows a lot. He feels that Su Zheng's handwriting is no worse than contemporary calligraphy.

“When did this little bastard practice?” Su Zhenyue was also shocked and proud. He couldn't help but exaggerate if the brush had not come from his son. He had to admit that the word son had surpassed himself and had surpassed many others.

Everyone around him couldn't help but look at Su Zheng a few more times. He thought that young people don't write brushes these days. This young man is so young that he can practise such good brushes. It's really rare. Yang Wei, Peng Ming, He Jingdong, etc. were prepared to watch the show, but some of them looked stupid.

“Boy, that's a good word. That's not much worse than old.” An old man said.

“Fang, you may have noticed a little, and look closely, the handwriting is not much worse than mine, but has transcended me.” He Ruixiang said that this was highly regarded and allowed the whole place to breathe cool air.

It's a good handwriting, and everyone admits that even if you don't know how to do it, you can tell it's a good handwriting if you have a basic aesthetic. However, if you want to go beyond He Ruixiang, this is too exaggerated. He Ruixiang is a calligraphy that has been immersed in * * law for decades. Su Qiang is only a young man aged 23 to 4 years.

“Oh?” The old man glanced slightly. He approached the front and looked closer. The brighter he looked, the more shocked his face was. He looked up at Su Zheng and exclaimed. "I walked away. This hand has reached the realm of Italian missionary service. ”

Italian beauty is arguably the highest realm of calligraphy. It is the overall aesthetic intention and aesthetic atmosphere of calligraphy works. It is the soul of calligraphy art. If it is intentional, it becomes tall; if it is unintentional, it becomes a slave book!

Contemporary calligraphers, very few people truly integrate the environment into calligraphy. Some so-called contexts are merely learning the fonts of their ancestors. The eastern calligraphy only works, and has no spiritual connotations of its own.

And this word, self-made, the more you look at it, the more you can't resist immersion, the more dazzling the feeling of drifting. As if you could see a flowing white scholar standing at the top of Tarzan dancing a sword.

“Boy, where did you learn this brushstroke? Who's the teacher?” The old man couldn't bear to ask.

“I copied a lot of calligraphy people's words, including Teacher He, so Teacher He and a lot of calligraphy people are my teachers.” Su Zheng looked at the monster's face and thought it was too much.

“Good boy, keep practicing, don't be lazy, you will become a great instrument in the future.” He Ruixiang smiled and praised without any disguise. When the brush was dry, he carefully put it away and looked like he was afraid to break it. As you can see, he Ruixiang's favorite gift today, I'm afraid it's not the same gift.

The gifting session continues, and all the gifts that have not yet been sent have been carefully prepared.

Su Zheng, Peng Ming, Yang Wei and others retreated to the periphery. They were still shocked: “Ah Zheng, be honest, how long have you been learning brushstrokes? ”

“Four or five years.” Su Zheng thought about it and said, it is hard to say that he has learned less than a month, he has little pride in himself, because he is very clear that this is mostly because of the words on the waste paper of the immortal world, not because he is powerful.

“You cow.” Peng Ming and others truly put up their thumbs orally this time, Yang Wei glanced slightly at Su Qiang. If Su Qiang didn't grab the head, her gift might be Teacher He's favorite gift today.

Su Zheng chatted with Peng Ming, Yang Wei and others. Someone kept coming to fill him with business cards. Most of them wanted to buy tree roots, and a small number of them asked for words. Now Su Zheng estimated that he could really sell words for a living.

After the gift session, Shen Hong, in order to help, took out ten antiques and put them on the table for everyone to watch.

The ten antiques, the bronze, the porcelain, the calligraphy, the one that looks extraordinary. This gives the whole group an interest to look to the left and to the right, the outside world to look lively, the inside doorway.

“Guess what's real here.” Shen Honghong smiled. At this moment, he is quite a master of forensics. He said to Ruixiang He, “Why don't you guess first? ”

“There are too many doorways, I don't know what to do. Let everyone guess.” He Ruixiang shook his head. He didn't pretend not to understand. He only knew how to do words and paintings. He could see that the painting was a fake, and other ancient games were known to be half solved.

“Hey, let's guess.” Shen Hong said.

“Guess any awards?” A young man asked.

“Otherwise, I'll tell you the truth, here are ten items, nine fakes and one true, each sold for 100,000, of which the real one is worth at least 300,000, which means if you buy the real one, you make at least 200,000.” Shen Hong smiled.

The crowd stunned and revealed surprise. The ten items looked like antiques. Nine of them were fake. Moreover, common people are reluctant to say fake products. Shen Honghong actually spoke up, which won a lot of favors.

However, Su Zheng did not say anything. He insulted the old fox. As a forensic treasurer at the Marlboro auction house, he would probably affect his reputation if he did not say that he had counterfeits. However, he said that the nine false truths are not necessarily generous, but give a condom. This is to tell you that there must be one real product in there, and the sale price is one-third of the real value. Although the odds of picking one in ten are a little low, many people are lucky, or blindly confident that they can pick the real product and earn 200,000 dollars directly.

It's not, people get hooked up, watch carefully, talk about it.

“I think the bronze dice must be genuine. You see the copper rust on it, it's a long time ago. ”

“I think the porcelain bowl is authentic, it should be for the royal family of the Qing Dynasty. ”

“Everyone is interested in playing, but don't be greedy.” He Ruixiang cautioned that he was afraid that someone would greed him and have little money, but wanted to make a big profit from it. Finally, he bought a fake product and couldn't afford to lose. According to Ruixiang He, people couldn't help but weigh whether they could afford to lose or not. Some gave up buying, but the merchants were completely unaffected and obviously losing 100,000 was nothing to them.

Peng Ming, Yang Wei and others are also pointing to ten items to discuss, Su Xiao is releasing mental power, sweeping from ten items, mental power like an intangible hand, even with a slight gap, can penetrate, so you can see many details that your eyes can't see.

Of course, Su Xin was also just curious to probe. He didn't intend to buy it. After all, even if he could see more details, lacked expertise, it was not easy to determine whether it was true or false. Su Xin's history was poor. Knowledge in this area was almost nil, but he didn't want to be the culprit.