My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

He has never seen Wang Xizhi's works, but Yang Feng has seen Li Bai's previous copy works.

Although Wang Xizhi may not be as brilliant as Li Bai in history.

But it is definitely an important contribution to the Chinese literary world.

How could the works of such a person called a saint of calligraphy have such a weak aura?

Yang Feng looked at it with his eyes and found that the brightness of this work was also very average, and its real value was at most more than 1000 million.

"what happened?"

Yang Feng thought for a moment.

He wanted to use the pupil technique to look back.

But he was too far away from the auction item, so backtracking was useless.

Looking at Xiang Shenghui next to him, he was already preparing to bid again.

"One hundred million!"

Xiang Shenghui spoke.

Yang Feng hesitated for a moment, and then reminded in a low voice: "Don't buy it."

Although he didn't know who Xiang Shenghui was.

But I always felt that this guy didn't seem like a bad person, so I kindly reminded him.

Xiang Shenghui had just finished bidding when he heard what Yang Feng said. He was very surprised and asked: "Mr. Yang, is there any problem with this?"

He doesn't understand.

However, his bid of [-] million was quickly covered by others.

Yang Feng also said at this moment: "This doesn't look like Wang Xizhi's work."

"what?"

Xiang Shenghui was a little confused.

His jade stone clearly felt spiritual energy.

Moreover, it has so many seals from collectors from past dynasties and has been authenticated by modern masters. How could it be fake?

Yang Feng shook his head and said: "This character does not belong to Wang Xizhi, so it is not worth buying."

He reminded Xiang Shenghui.

Having said that, Yang Feng didn't say any more.

The rest is up to Sheng Hui to make his own choice.

At this time, Xiang Shenghui hesitated.

This is what he came for this time.

But Yang Feng let himself give up?

While he was struggling mentally, the bids gradually reached the ceiling.

"1.6 billion!"

Another person gave the price.

The rest fell silent.

Xiang Shenghui looked at Yang Feng and finally said: "Mr. Yang, I believe you."

His words made Yang Feng nodded.

But at this moment, a young man's high-pitched voice came from the back row.

"For such a fake thing to sell for such a sky-high price, it seems that Jiangcheng's auctions are only at this level."

The young man's voice immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Everyone looked at him and found that he was a young man in his 20s, with a playful smile on his face.

"Boy! What nonsense are you talking about!"

One person shouted dissatisfiedly.

They didn't know where this bastard came from.

Even Yang Feng was surprised.

But what surprised him was not this man's boldness, but that this man could actually recognize the falseness of this thing.

The young man stood up, held his head high and said, "My name is Liu Yi."

His calm words made many people present take a breath.

They have all heard the name.

Even Xiang Shenghui was surprised and said, "Is he Liu Yi?"

"Why, is this person famous?"

Yang Feng asked strangely.

Xiang Shenghui didn't expect that Yang Feng didn't know about it, so he whispered: "This is a ruthless character. He is the young master of the Liu family in the capital. It is said that he has practiced with ghost hands since he was a child. He is very good at appraising antiques, calligraphy and paintings. He has been kicking him continuously some time ago. I visited several auction houses.”

Yang Feng didn't expect that there were such people.

Look at Liu Yi at this time.

His face was full of regret and he said sarcastically: "What a pity. The whole Jiangcheng is flooded with fakes, and you guys who are asking for prices are always being fooled like this. I really can't bear it."

There was a hint of regret in his expression.

Everyone seemed to feel sorry for the person making the offer.

At this time, the auctioneer was already a little embarrassed.

At the backstage, an old man rushed out and said angrily to him: "Boy! Shut up!"

This old man is the owner of this piece of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.

He originally wanted to find a good buyer for this thing, but he didn't expect that a nonsense guy like Liu Yi would come out.

Liu Yi glanced at him and joked: "Why, are you so angry after being exposed?"

"you you!"

The old man was furious and said, "Then tell me! What's wrong with my painting!"

This is what dozens of people at the auction wanted to hear.

Liu Yi walked to the auction table with a smile, glanced at the calligraphy and paintings on the table, and said: "It seems that you are not bad, but you are just naive and can't recognize it."

"What do you mean?!"

"Although this calligraphy is very similar to the imitation, it is a pity that the fake is just a fake."

Liu Yi smiled and said: "Look at the stamps above, there are collectors from the Ming Dynasty and then the Qing Dynasty, but none of you seem to understand the stamping hobbies of these collectors."

"Of course I know them. They are all great collectors in history."

"But did you know that they are not Wang Xizhi's fans? On the contrary, in history books, they often talk about another name?"

Liu Yi asked rhetorically.

The people present were still puzzled.

Liu Yi shook his head and said with disappointment on his face: "It seems that you really don't know that the calligrapher they often talk about is named Feng Chengsu."

"what?!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions were suddenly shocked.

Why don't they know Feng Chengsu?

He was a master of copying in the Tang Dynasty, and it was he who copied the Lanting Preface.

Could it be that what Liu Yi meant was...

Those present suddenly suffered cardiac arrest and realized something.

Liu Yi smiled and said: "Yes, this calligraphy was actually written by Feng Chengsu, but he imitated Wang Xizhi's style when writing it, and it was eventually passed down through the copying of later generations."

"you……"

"Those seals were stamped by collectors from past dynasties on Feng Chengsu. They have long realized that this is not Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. If you don't believe it, you can compare their handwriting and the poem in this calligraphy. , and it is definitely not Wang Xizhi’s style.”

Liu Yi's words were unequivocal.

Everyone present took out pictures on their mobile phones and looked for the handwriting of Wang Xizhi and Feng Chengsu.

I don't know if I don't compare.

After such a comparison, they actually felt that this thing was closer to Feng Chengsu's style than Wang Xizhi's.

"What this kid said...is true!"

Several masters of ancient calligraphy and painting were a little incredible at this time.

This guy is really crazy.

Liu Yi didn't pay attention to everyone's boasting about him.

At this moment, his eyes looked at Yang Feng, who was sitting in the front row.

"Boy, you seem to be different from them."

Liu Yi's eyes were shining with light.

Yang Feng was suddenly called by name and said helplessly: "Do you know me?"

"I don't know, but you are the only one here who recognizes that this is not Wang Xizhi's calligraphy."

Liu Yi's words shocked everyone.

Besides Liu Yi, is there anyone else with such vision?

They looked at Yang Feng and found that he was different from Liu Yi.

This young man is very reserved.

"It's just luck."

Yang Feng answered calmly.

Liu Yi didn't believe it, because he heard it clearly in the back row, and asked arrogantly: "Who is your master? It shouldn't be an unknown person, right?"