MTL - My Mysterious Doctor and Blessed Little Wife Is Such a Tease-Chapter 84 buy calligraphy and painting

   Chapter 84 Buying Calligraphy and Painting

   "Hey girl, why did you buy this gray little iron ball?"

   At this time, Liu Dequan walked over leisurely, looked suspiciously at the small iron ball the size of an adult fist in Qin Xi's hand, and asked strangely.

   Qin Xi said with a smile, "Kick the stone as a ball. How is it? Grandpa Liu has been shopping for a while, do you have anything you like?"

   Liu Dequan's mouth twitched, "Are you sure?" Are you sure this thing can be used as a ball?

   Qin Xi smiled mysteriously, threw the iron ball into the cloth bag, and went to other places with Liu Dequan.

   Speaking of Deng Xinhe, after visiting a few small vendors, he frowned more and more, and finally he went into an antique shop called Qianyu Pavilion and looked at it.

  Because of the crime, Deng Xinhe's clothes are much more low-key. Although he is a cheap one, it is not difficult to see that he is not an ordinary person due to his superior temperament.

  The owner of Qianyu Pavilion noticed him, and immediately stepped forward to greet him with a smile, "This gentleman, with his eyes, must be the first time to come to our store. I don't know what I need? I can introduce you to you!"

  Deng Xinhe looked at the dazzling array of antique ornaments and pendants in the store, as well as the exquisite porcelain and some poems, calligraphy, paintings, etc., nodded secretly, and asked, "Do you have any genuine works in your home, famous ones!"

  The owner of the antique shop said with a dry smile, "Sir is joking, I have genuine works in my shop. I wonder what price this gentleman wants?"

  Deng Xin waved his hands together and said impatiently, "Don't talk to me about it. Who doesn't know the unspoken rules in antique stores. Ten fakes and one real are all consciences in the industry. How dare you tell me that they are all genuine?"

   The owner of the antique shop blushed and said, "Sir, what a joke."

"Bring me some real goods, preferably calligraphy and painting, etc. I want to give it to someone." Deng Xinhe sat on the side and said warningly, "You better not fool yourself, if you go back and test it is fake , I copied your small shop."

  The owner of the antique shop saw that he didn't seem to be bluffing himself, and he was shocked, and quickly said with a smile, "Okay, I'll go get it now, wait a minute, sir."

   After a while, the owner of the antique shop took out a calligraphy and painting box, placed it on the table, and carefully opened the box. There was a roll of silk as thin as silk in the box, and when opened, a scroll of paintings was revealed.

   He explained, "This is the treasure of our shop, the real work of Wang Xizhi, sir, please take a look."

Wang Xizhi's reputation as "the first master of brushwork" is by no means bragging. His handwriting is innately charming, majestic, vigorous, and powerful, like flowing clouds and flowing water, with an indescribable confidence, like a soaring bird. between the eagles.

   Even Deng Xinhe, who didn't understand calligraphy and painting, couldn't help but agree after seeing this calligraphy and painting, "Good characters, really good characters."

At this moment, a young man who was almost the same as Deng Xin walked into the door. The other party was wearing a famous brand and a famous watch on his hand, and he shouted in an extremely arrogant tone, "Hey antique shop owner, I heard that you have here. Wang Xizhi's original work, is it true? Don't sell dog meat with sheep's heads, tell you that tomorrow, the old man of the Dong family will be celebrating his birthday, and this young master will give a gift. If it is not authentic, I will ask my dad to demolish your store. "

   The same age, the same arrogance, the same words, but the feeling is completely different.

  The former, received a good education since childhood, mixed people a little, but there is still some family education and cultivation.

  The latter is definitely a rich second-generation idiot.

  The owner of the antique shop recognized this person as the son of a certain bureau, and he broke down in a cold sweat. Although he was dissatisfied, he still laughed dryly, "Master Song is joking, I do have Wang Xizhi's original work here, it's just"

   (end of this chapter)