Shenhao started as a rent collector

Chapter 337

In a joyous laughter.

Several staff members from the identification department also happened to come out for a stroll.

"Old Li, why are you so happy, your mouth is crooked from laughing."

"Tell us too, it's better to be alone than to be happy together."

Li Xin from the channel department covered his stomach, not only his mouth was crooked, but he even pissed out.

Seeing the colleagues from the identification department coming, he held back a smile and said:

"Old Wang, you came just in time, help us to appraise this [Along the River During the Qingming Festival]."

Old Wang from the Appraisal Department: "?????"

"Old Li, if there is a plate of peanuts on the table, you are so drunk, right?"

"Is the wine still awake?"

Li Xin was serious, "Fuck you, do I have that much capacity for alcohol?"

"I'm serious, hurry up and help me identify [Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival]."

"The client is standing by the side."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to Zhang Mu.

Following the direction of the finger, the colleagues in the identification department all looked at Zhang Mu with strange eyes.

Good guy!
So handsome and so young.

Why are you crazy?
[Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival]?
Why don't you talk about Monkey King's Ruyi Golden Cudgel?
Let's just talk about it.

Wahaha~
The identification department headed by Lao Wang finally knew why Lao Li and others were smiling so happily.

Damn, who wouldn't laugh like a madman!
giggle! ! !
Someone laughed like a goose on the spot.

The atmosphere at the scene became more joyful.

It doesn't matter to Zhang Mu, anyway, he just wants to do Uncle Niu a favor for his father, since the people in Niu Yanan's company don't believe that this picture of "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" is a treasure, and you are ignorant of the goods, so you can't blame me.

He then cast his eyes on Niu Yanan and asked:
"Then I'll go?"

Niu Yanan was about to cry.

"Let's go~"

It's not embarrassing enough, let's go.

The two jade hands waved back and forth, like two brooms, trying to sweep Zhang Mu out.

That being the case—

Zhang Mu had nothing to stop, and stepped forward to roll up the scroll.

"Wait a moment!"

At this moment, Lu Shasha, the youngest female appraiser in the appraisal department, just came back from outside.

Instantly attracted by the wooden scroll structure full of historical atmosphere.

She guaranteed it with a big 36D bomb on her chest.

This is absolutely extraordinary!
"Little brother, can you let me take a closer look at this painting of yours?"

Lu Shasha ran forward eagerly.

Chest flick!
Fuck, a lot of people are dizzy~
Old Wang leaned on the wall and struggled to stand firm, with a dog-like smile on his face:

"Sasha, this kid is here to be funny."

"Come to us for identification with [A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival]. Isn't this bullshit?"

"In our line of work, who doesn't know that the original work of [Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival] is preserved in the Palace Museum."

"And I also know where it is stored in the Palace Museum."

After the words fell, Lao Wang plucked the hair of "one side is in trouble and all sides support it", ready to show off.

Unexpectedly—

Zhang Mu said lightly: "The one preserved in the Palace Museum is the version of Zhang Zeduan, a painter of the Northern Song Dynasty."

"And the pair in my hand is a copy of Zhao Mengfu in the Yuan Dynasty."

As soon as these words came out, Lu Shasha, Lao Wang, and other staff in the identification department were all stunned.

Zhao Mengfu?
The great calligrapher and painter of the Yuan Dynasty?
It is indeed recorded that Zhao Mengfu copied "A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival".

And his whereabouts are currently unknown.

Is it possible...

Oh, let me go, why does my face hurt suddenly!
Lao Wang and the others could no longer laugh. Out of professional caution, a group of people hurried to find a large table, and after obtaining Zhang Mu's consent, spread the scrolls carefully on the table.

All the picture scrolls were opened, and the dusty atmosphere of history rushed over!

The characters in the painting are lifelike.

Painting mountains and rivers reaches the pinnacle.

This painting is definitely not easy~
The male appraisers at the scene couldn't help but turn pale with astonishment, especially Lao Wang.

Laughed the loudest before.

Now, the chicken is several centimeters shorter in fright.

Although he was only a few centimeters.

"This painting, even if the copyer is an unknown person, is of a very high standard and has a very high value."

"If it is really the work of Yuan Dynasty master Zhao Mengfu."

"That's a sky-high price!"

Suddenly, Lu Shasha said with a shocked face.

Immediately afterwards, she couldn't wait to find the author's seal and title of the scroll.

Soon, found it!

In the lower right corner of the picture scroll, there is Zhao Mengfu's seal and a very distinctive calligraphic inscription.

Lu Shasha is about to go crazy in an instant.

Lao Wang and the others could no longer calm down, their scalps were numb.

One by one wanted to bang their heads against the wall.

"This can't be true, can it?"

"Forgive me for being uneducated, shit, shit, shit..."

"Don't be so stupid, pinch me and see if I'm dreaming!"

"what!!!"

"I told you to pinch me, not tell you to fuck me!"

"..."

"Quick, hurry up and ask Mr. Zheng, let Mr. Zheng come over for an appraisal."

"Yes, yes, please come and appraise Mr. Zheng, I will go now."

On weekdays, the elegant and easy-going Old Wang, who is full of compulsion, is now rushing towards Mr. Zheng's office like a lunatic on the road.

Mr. Zheng, full name, Zheng Tieqiao.

One of the three most famous appraisers of cultural relics in Mincheng.

He has been to the Palace Museum many times to assist relevant departments in identifying cultural relics.

If it is verified by him, this version of [A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival] is true.

That is absolutely true!
At this time, Zheng Tieqiao was taking a nap on the table. After all, he was getting sleepy easily when he was getting old.

In the past, Pharaoh would definitely not dare to disturb Zheng Tieqiao.

But now, how can I care so much.

"Old Zheng, wake up quickly, don't go to sleep, someone brought a pair of [Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival], and you will appraise it."

"Old Zheng? Old Zheng?"

After shaking it a few times in a row, it was almost a dunk on Zheng Tieqiao's head.

Zheng Tieqiao finally woke up and was almost sent away with a look of anger.

"What [Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival]?"

"I see you are thinking about offering incense to me next Qingming Festival, right?"

Old Wang was full of grievances, "Old Zheng, I don't have one."

"Someone outside really brought a copy of Zhao Mengfu's copy of [Along the River During the Qingming Festival]."

Hearing this, Zheng Tieqiao became even more angry, with a dark face:
"Xiao Wang, you have been in the industry for more than ten years, so it is impossible not to know that the original painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is in the Palace Museum..."

"Wait a minute, who did you say copied the version?"

"Zhao Mengfu!"

"Damn it!" Zheng Tieqiao jumped up instantly as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

If you say this, he won't be sleepy at all.

"Quick, take me there!"

The two rushed out of the office.

The young Zheng Tieqiao ran faster than Lao Wang.

……

Five minutes later, Zheng Tieqiao observed this pair of [Along the River During the Qingming Festival] seven or eight times.

Everyone couldn't help being curious and wanted to know the results of the appraisal.

And Zheng Tieqiao stared wide-eyed, covered his chest, and said three words out of breath:

"medicine!"

"medicine!"

"medicine!"

(End of this chapter)