Poison Tongue System: Host, your head is a little green

"Young man, this thing...hasn't been opened yet, why don't you sell it to me?"

At this moment, an old man came out.

Qiao Zhen looked back and smiled: "Senior, I wonder how much you plan to pay?"

When the old man heard it, he knew there was something going on in his heart.

In fact, the scroll of sheepskin in front of him is still a game.

Although we know that there are hidden treasures in the universe, the treasures inside must be of great value.

But no one knows what this treasure is, so they can still take a gamble.

"I'll pay... 100 million!" The old man said, "You only spent [-] when you bought this scroll, and now it's ten times higher. Is this price... suitable?"

Qiao Zhen smiled and said nothing.

[Wan Xiao System: This old man wants to pick up the leak? 100 million, ten times is not enough! 】

"Are you sure?" Qiao Zhen called out in his heart: "I said, are you sure this thing is worth 1000 million?"

[Wan Xiao System: Why, can I still lie to you? 】

Qiao Zhen didn't speak any more this time.

Others saw his lips trembling and didn't know what he was talking about.

Until the end, Qiao Zhen raised his head and looked at the old man: "Sorry, this item... is less than 1000 million, I won't sell it!"

"1000?"

The old man stared wide-eyed.

The good people next to each other started talking again.

"What is this kid's Spring and Autumn Dream? This sheepskin scroll is not big, at most it is the size of a rolled scroll, and if it wants to sell for tens of millions, what kind of super celebrity is it?"

"Not necessarily, this kid can open blindly so boldly, I guess he has a solid understanding of this thing in his heart!"

"No matter how confident you are, you can't charge the sky-high price, right? Is this an attempt to steal money?"

"Let me just say, this guy was originally a dick, and he didn't have much money. Now that he has the opportunity, why don't he open his mouth?"

"..."

The old man shook his head wryly.

1000 million is not much to him, but he doesn't want to be regarded as a winner by others, and there are so many onlookers, if he really agrees to offer this price, won't the onlookers treat him as a fool?
"Business and business, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Since the senior is not willing, the junior will not force it!"

After the words fell, Qiao Zhen picked up the parchment on the table, and slowly spread it out under the surprised eyes of everyone.

After the parchment was unfolded, an irregular portrait appeared inside.

The portrait was unfolded, and everyone stared wide-eyed.

"Huh, is it a fan?"

"No wonder, what did I think of such a small scroll, it turned out to be a fan!"

"No, take a look, why is this fan...why is it so strange?"

"That's right, that's right, it says on this fan... Daqian layman Zhang loves to write about birds?"

"This...is this Zhang Daqian's fan?"

"..."

Everyone was surprised, and everyone was surprised.

Who is Zhang Daqian?

That was a great painter in the late Qing Dynasty. His paintings are in a class of their own, especially landscape paintings and paintings of ladies.

And if the fan in front of me is really from Zhang Daqian, it will definitely be worth more than the painting twice its size.

Because in Zhang Daqian's life, it is rumored that he did not paint fans several times, and each of his fans was finally given to dignitaries or celebrities.

It can be said that if this fan was created by Zhang Daqian, there must be a curious story behind it.

The value of antiques is not only reflected in the craftsmanship, age, but also the stories behind it, because all of these are things that construct the historical truth.

"Boy, you... can you show me this fan?"

The old man who was going to retreat to the crowd came up again at this time.

"Of course!"

Qiao Zhen smiled and put the fan on the table.

This is the rule of the antique business, things cannot be passed from hand to hand, especially things that are easily broken like porcelain.

In case one of them falls to the ground unsteadily, the explanation is not clear.

The old man stepped forward, bent over, and looked at it for a long time with a magnifying glass.

When he stood up straight again, the people next to him looked at him with surprise and nervous eyes.

And he took a deep breath, with a look of amazement on his face: "Okay, this... this is really made by Zhang Daqian, the two sides of this leaf are different, one side is a small river, reflecting the sunset at dusk .”

"On the other side, the sea is level and the sun is rising, and the fishing boats are scattered, reflecting the rising sun."

"Anyway, this fan leaf is indeed precious, indeed precious!"

After what the old man said, the stall owner next to him had already regretted it.

He didn't expect that the cheapest thing in his hands actually contained such a treasure.

And the people around were even more amazed.

Shi Lei was a little reconciled, he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if it is Zhang Daqian's painting, such a small fan leaf is not worth tens of millions!"

"This guy is still thinking about raising prices, he is simply disrupting the market!"

After Shi Lei's words fell, Qiao Zhen smiled coldly.

He turned his head and stared at Shi Lei with a mocking attitude, and said coldly: "If you don't understand, you can go back and study for a few years, or...you can also call me sir, I don't mind explaining it to you!"

Shi Lei saw that everyone around him looked at him mockingly, felt ashamed, and stared at Qiao Zhen angrily.

The old man on the side smiled wryly: "This young man is right, Zhang Daqian's fans are not simple!"

After a pause, the old man stared at the words on it and the small seal next to it, his eyes widened again.

"This, this fan is actually given to Zhang Xueliang, this thing...is not simple, not simple!"

The old man raised his head and looked at Qiao Zhen: "Young man, I was wrong just now, baby!"

"So... now I regret that it's too late, but I can bid this amount, I hope you can... give it away and sell it to me!"

The old man raised two fingers.

The people next to him gasped.

Who is Zhang Xueliang?

He is the son of Zhang Zuolin, a real warlord, and a celebrity in the army in the later period.

There was a pair of "Nine Dragons Waterfall in Huangshan Mountain" before, which was also a treasure of brush and ink given to Zhang Xueliang by Zhang Daqian.

That value is extraordinary.

It has almost the same value as this fan.

But at this time, Shi Lei on the side was shocked, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, his face changed again and again.

Li Ruolan next to him was even more short of breath, a little flustered, and her heart was trembling.

She finally understood what she had missed.

This person who can earn 2000 million easily, she has always treated him as a waste.

If I hadn't broken up with him back then, based on his feelings for her, wouldn't the 2000 million be hers?
2000 million!

How many Mercedes-Benz can you buy?
At this moment, she subconsciously let go of Shi Lei's hand, and stared at Qiao Zhen with burning eyes, feeling an inexplicable impulse in her heart.

"Wait...he won't sell this fan!"