The best ring

"Master Wang, I can't have this painting and calligraphy." Wu Fan said to Wang Ziming.

"Why?" Wang Ziming asked back: "Don't you like this calligraphy and painting very much? Why don't you want it again? Do you think it is a bad work now, so you don't want it anymore? That doesn't matter. I will give it to you in three days. A masterpiece."

Wang Ziming thought that Wu Fan had woken up, so he no longer wanted the calligraphy and painting, which he could understand.

"No." Who knew that Wu Fan shook his head and said, "It's because this calligraphy and painting is too valuable."

"Too expensive?" Wang Ziming asked in surprise, and then smiled and said: "It's only a few hundred thousand, how valuable can it be? Wu Fan, although you don't have much money now, I believe that your future achievements will be absolute It won’t be low.”

Wang Ziming only thought that Wu Fan thought that something worth hundreds of thousands was too expensive, so he refused to accept it.

"If it was really only worth hundreds of thousands, I would accept it." Wu Fan said, "But its real value is definitely not hundreds of thousands, but tens of millions."

After saying that, Wu Fan felt relieved. Although he might lose tens of millions because of this, after Wu Fan said it, he didn't have to be condemned by his conscience, and he had no psychological burden. To him, this was more important than thousands of dollars. Wan is more important.

"In the game world, I have so many resources, not to mention others, just the trees on the mountain behind Hermit Village. I can sell them at will. These tens of millions will come back. If these tens of millions fly away, they will fly away. ." Wu Fan comforted himself.

"Ten million?" Wang Ziming smiled in surprise and said, "Wu Fan, are you kidding?"

Wang Ziming even felt that the calligraphy and painting was not worth 160,000 yuan, and it was even more impossible to say it was worth tens of millions.

"I'm not joking." After making the decision, Wu Fan felt relaxed and said, "In my spare time, I learned some antique appreciation and read some related unofficial history books. This calligraphy and painting is not as ordinary as it seems on the surface, but there is something else going on. "

"Is there another reason?" Wang Ziming was intrigued by Wu Fan.

"Yes." Wu Fan said: "I once saw some unofficial history, saying that "Farewell" by the famous calligrapher Li Suzhi in the Sui Dynasty was handed down. In the Qing Dynasty, it was acquired by a little poet. After that, he wrote for In order to protect this work from being noticed by others, I used some techniques to hide Li Suzhi's "Farewell" in my own painting to confuse the audience."

"You mean, that poet is Jin Fei, and the painting with Li Suzhi's "Farewell" hidden in it is the one in your hand?" Wang Ziming parked the car on the side of the road and looked at Wu Fan in surprise. .

"It's very possible." Wu Fan did not finish his words, otherwise it would arouse suspicion: "When I just looked at this painting and calligraphy work, I found something strange about it. Unfortunately, my antique appreciation is only self-taught. Some people don’t know how to break out of their hiding place.”

This was also the excuse Wu Fan made for himself. He said that he was self-taught, so it would be normal if he didn't learn well enough. It also explained why he could see that there was something else about this painting.

Wang Ziming looked at the calligraphy and painting in Wu Fan's hand, nodded solemnly, then made a phone call, and then continued to start the car.

Wu Fan was a little curious and didn't know what Wang Ziming wanted to do. However, he had decided to return the calligraphy and painting to Wang Ziming, so he felt no pressure at all.

More than twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a villa, and Wang Ziming led Wu Fan into the villa.

"This is where I live. You can come and play when you are free in the future." Wang Ziming said to Wu Fan.

After the two entered the villa, in addition to the villa's servants, there was an old man waiting.

Wang Ziming took the calligraphy and painting from Wu Fan's hand, handed it to the old man, and said, "I'm sorry to bother Mr. Li."

The old man nodded, then sat on the sofa, took out a magnifying glass, and began to study the calligraphy and painting.

Wu Fan felt somewhat reluctant to let go of tens of millions of things being taken away from him, but now that he had made the decision, he had no regrets.

"What do you want to drink?" Wang Ziming asked Wu Fandao.

"Whatever." Wu Fan said.

Wang Ziming asked his servants to open a bottle of red wine, pour a glass for Wu Fan and himself, and then said to Wu Fan: "Mr. Li has studied antiques for many years, especially some ancient techniques. If this calligraphy and painting is really like If there is a universe inside what you said, I believe that Mr. Li will be able to discover it and get rid of it. "

Wu Fan nodded, hoping that Mr. Li could break that technique and open his eyes.

Mr. Li studied the calligraphy and painting for about half an hour, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "I found it!"

Although Wang Ziming and Wu Fan had been chatting during this period, their minds were obviously on that calligraphy and painting. Therefore, when they heard what Mr. Li said, they quickly looked over.

"Mr. Li, is there really another reason for this painting?" Wang Ziming asked.

"Not bad." The old man grilled the calligraphy and painting on a small fire. Surprisingly, the calligraphy and painting were not burned, but the surface was slightly discolored.

Then the old man took out a small bottle from his arms and poured the liquid on the surface of the calligraphy and painting. The discoloration on the surface of the calligraphy and painting seemed to be more serious.

Finally, the old man asked someone to bring clean water and slowly wiped the calligraphy and painting, very gently, for fear of damaging it.

At this point, the appearance of the calligraphy and painting has changed a lot, and words have appeared one by one, revealing its true face.

Wang Ziming and Wu Fan stared with wide eyes, watching the old man step by step to reveal the true face of the calligraphy and painting, their faces full of surprise. Even Wu Fan, who knew that there was something else about the calligraphy and painting before, was full of amazement at this time.

"The skills and techniques on this calligraphy and painting are really admirable, almost flawless. If it weren't for Wang Shao telling me in advance that there was something else about this calligraphy and painting, even I couldn't see its flaws." Old Li said with emotion.

Wang Ziming looked at the calligraphy work that had revealed its true face. It was the "Farewell to Guests" by Li Suzhi that Wu Fan had mentioned before, and he was extremely shocked.

Wu Fan was right!

Under this inferior work, there is actually a masterpiece of the calligraphy master Li Suzhi!

How did Wu Fan see it? Is he so good at appreciating antiques?

How many skills does Wu Fan have that he doesn't know about?

Questions popped up in Wang Ziming's mind. Originally, he thought he knew Wu Fan very well, but now it seems that he still underestimated Wu Fan's abilities.