Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 486 What a Same Name and Same Surname

"Mr. Liu, you keep repeating 87, do you know something about "87 Immortal Volume"?"

Master Guo walked up to the man surnamed Liu and asked slowly.

The man surnamed Liu raised his head, and said with a little panic on his face, "I don't know."

His answer seemed a bit irrelevant, which also revealed his state of mind at the moment.

Shen Yunfeng stopped tapping his right hand on the desk, looked at the man surnamed Liu and said, "After talking so much, it's time to tell Mr. Liu the identity of the man who stole Mr. Beihong's works and the long scroll."

Hearing what Shen Yunfeng said, the man surnamed Liu couldn't help shaking.

His mood is actually very, very contradictory.

He wanted to know what the name of the man with the same surname as his was, and whether he was the same person as he had imagined, but he was also worried that if the result Shen Yunfeng told him was the person he predicted, then it was not the person he had predicted. Do you have your own face?

The man surnamed Liu was still uneasy, but Shen Yunfeng had already said slowly: "The man who went to the mountain city to find Mr. Beihong, who claimed to be able to buy back the "87 Immortal Volume" for Mr. Beihong, said that he was a general, and his name was..."

"What's your name?" The man surnamed Liu asked with urgent eyes.

Shen Yunfeng said without any emotion: "It's exactly the same as your ancestor's name, Liu—Han—Jun!"

"what!!!!"

The man surnamed Liu yelled and stood up from his chair.

When he looked at Shen Yunfeng and Master Guo, it was as if he saw a ghost.

It was not until this moment that the man surnamed Liu realized why Shen Yunfeng looked at him strangely from the moment he arrived at Hengxing Antique Store, and it took a lot of effort to talk about such an old thing, it turned out that Shen Yunfeng Guess that the work I brought may be the work of Mr. Beihong that my grandfather stole back then.

After realizing that he had lost his composure, the man surnamed Liu slowly sat back on the chair with the last ray of hope, and said in a very low voice: "The country is so vast and has a population of tens of millions. It is common to have the same name and surname. Perhaps, The person who did that was not my grandfather, but someone with the same name and surname as him."

Shen Yunfeng and Master Guo looked at each other and smiled.

Master Guo said lightly: "What a person with the same name and surname, ha ha!"

Shen Yunfeng looked at the man surnamed Liu and said, "This possibility is not ruled out."

"However, Mr. Liu, to be frank and honest, there must be a lot of works by Mr. Beihong in your family, right?"

"Isn't it?" The man surnamed Liu subconsciously wanted to agree with Shen Yunfeng's statement, and suddenly realized that if he said that there were indeed more than a dozen paintings by Mr. Beihong in his home, he would definitely sit down and steal Mr. Beihong's works The person, that is, his grandfather, hastily changed his words, ". I'm not sure if there are many pictures."

"Ha ha."

Shen Yunfeng smiled lightly.

Although he didn't say a word, the man surnamed Liu felt that Shen Yunfeng's laughter was like a boulder, and he couldn't breathe.

"Okay, it doesn't matter whether Liu Hanjun who stole Mr. Beihong is the same person as Mr. Liu's grandfather or not."

Master Guo said calmly.

"Mr. Liu, I think the reason why Master Shen wants to tell you about this period of old events that the world knows little about is to tell you that time may fade many things, but those man-made things will leave stains in history. The people and things that I have never lost will not easily disappear from my memory.”

"Just like the saying that netizens often say now, the Internet has memory. This sentence was placed more than a hundred years ago. I think it is equally appropriate."

"Because history also has memory!"

"Now, in Mr. Beihong's memorial hall, the "87 Immortal Scroll" is quietly exhibited, it actually has memories."

The man surnamed Liu was sweating profusely.

Shen Yunfeng walked up to the man surnamed Liu, handed over a few tissues and said, "Although several painters at that time had disputes over the exact date of the "87 Scrolls of Immortals", this did not hinder their obsession with ancient scrolls at all."

"What I want to tell you is that after careful observation of the composition of the 87 gods in the scroll, the dark brown light-colored belts, and the powerful lines, the painters present at that time thought It is unanimously agreed that this long scroll painting, which Mr. Beihong regards as life, is probably the authentic work of the painting saint."

Master Guo nodded slowly and said: "Although this conclusion sounds like a nine out of ten possibility, but this sentence was said by the most famous elites in the domestic painting circle at that time, and it is obviously of great significance."

"It is almost certain that the peerless masterpiece in the eyes of Mr. Beihong is the only masterpiece in the country that is the crowning masterpiece of a sage painter. It is also very possible that it is the only surviving line drawing discovered by a sage painter silk book."

The man surnamed Liu didn't dare to look at Master Guo or Shen Yunfeng again, let alone meet their eyes.

At this moment, it was as if all the energy in my body had been vented, and I sat slumped on the chair without saying a word, expressionless, just silently, mechanically, wiping the sweat off my face.

Shen Yunfeng patted the man surnamed Liu on the shoulder and said: "Perhaps it is precisely because of this that after Mr. Beihong remembered that Liu Hanjun stole the "87 Immortal Volume", he only dug out the seal of "Beihong Life" and the inscription. He caused irreparable damage to the ancient scroll, so he chose to forgive him, and even thank him."

After Shen Yunfeng finished speaking, he exchanged glances with Master Guo again, smiled, and said to the man surnamed Liu: "Mr. Liu, now you already know the line drawing of Mr. Beihong you brought. story, do you still decide to sell it?"

The man surnamed Liu slowly raised his head, glanced at Master Guo who was standing beside him, and finally stared at Shen Yunfeng for a long time.

He didn't speak, as if he was the one who asked the question just now, not Shen Yunfeng, he was waiting for Shen Yunfeng to answer.

Shen Yunfeng smiled lightly, met the eyes of the man surnamed Liu, and said slowly: "If you insist on selling, as Hengxing Antique Store, as long as it is an authentic treasure and the price is fair, Master Guo and I have no No reason."

"Look at this, I kept my previous promise, and you also told me and Master Guo, your grandfather's real name, and you were patient, and listened to Master Guo and I babbled about this old thing, so , as long as you nod your head and say that you still want to sell it, I personally, without a second thought, will buy this line drawing painting of Mr. Beihong at a price of 1000 million."

Master Guo frowned slightly.

Although at the current market price, Mr. Beihong's paintings are indeed worth the price, Shen Yunfeng would not suffer a loss if he bought them, but Master Guo just felt uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)