In the inner room, Old Man Wang and Ma Weidu were lying in front of a table, holding a magnifying glass in their hands, and carefully looking at the painting spread on it.

Smith was so anxious that he scratched his head. It had been more than an hour, but there was no result. It was really anxious, but he didn't dare to make any noise. He just asked, but he was directly criticized by the two of them.

At the critical moment of spiritual exchange with ancient people hundreds of years ago, someone spoke out to disturb him. If it weren't for the sake of international friends, they would have scolded him and opened the streets.

Gu Bei was still alive, sitting by the side and drinking tea. Old Man Wang really had food at home. Take a sip and leave a fragrance on his lips and teeth.

The two of them were still communicating quietly while watching, but no one dared to make a conclusion.

"Boy, your painting is not right?"

Old Man Wang's eyes were sore, and he leaned over for a while, feeling his bones stiffened.

"wrong?"

Gu Bei smiled, looking harmless.

"You are here to tell me what's wrong. I'll thank you for my friend."

Old Man Wang originally wanted to make a deception, but he saw the clues in Gu Bei's change in expression. Unexpectedly, Gu Beifei was not panicked at all, but instead pointed him out lightly or seriously.

"I... can't tell, but I just think your thing is too strange."

hehe!

"Strange? Old Man Wang, you are also an old man. You dare to say this in public. If you really see something wrong and point out the burden, I will also give you a long insight. If you say something strange, you will plan to

Decide authenticity?”

When Gu Bei said this, his smiling face disappeared instantly and his expression became stern.

"Old man, are you kidding me?"

Old Man Wang also knew that he had said the wrong thing, and was scolded by Gu Bei, so he could not refute it.

"Xiao Gu!"

At this time, Ma Weidu also raised his head.

"What do you say about your painting? The brush and ink are enough to Song Dynasty, and the aura is sufficient. The technique is from the Northern Song Dynasty. Judging from the strokes of the pipa, it is indeed the brushwork of Monk Juran, and I can't see that it is fake."

Gu Bei looked at Ma Weidu without saying anything, waiting for his next sentence.

"But it's..."

Ma Weidu said, raising his hand and pointing to a seal on the drawing.

"The seal of Shiqu Baoji is stamped on it, but I have never seen any records about this painting on Shiqu Baoji."

It is indeed worthy of being the governor Ma Wei.

Although I am still young and my experience is not as good as my previous life, my knowledge reserves are extremely large.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Old Man Wang also shouted, looking at his excited appearance, as if he had found a big hole.

"Boy, how do you explain? Since the seal of Shiqu Baoji was used, why are there no records of this painting?"

Gu Bei was still calm and picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Don't ask me about this, please ask Mr. Smith, what did his ancestors do?"

Well……

Old Man Wang and Ma Weituo looked at Smith after hearing this, and suddenly thought of something, their eyes full of bad intentions.

Smith didn't understand what was going on. Gu Bei and the others just said all Chinese, he didn't understand a single word, just...

Why do you always look at me like this?

"A fucking foreigner."

"It's not someone to beat him!"

Gu Bei laughed and said, these two people were really interesting: "I don't need to say what happened back then. As long as they were Chinese, there was nothing I didn't know about that disaster. Most of Shiqu Baoji was burned down. Now it's circulating.

It's only part of it."

The two nodded repeatedly, this was a fact and could not refute it at all.

"In addition, there are not many paintings of monk Juran in our country, most of them have been lost overseas. Now the one in China is the Wanhe Pine Wind Picture, which is also stamped with the seal of Shiqu Baoji, but Shiqu Baoji

Is there any record in it?”

Ma Wei nodded, then shook his head again, looked down at the painting, and his eyes suddenly became very entangled.

"Xiao Gu, your friend is really going to draw this?"

As Gu Beifang said just now, there are not many original works of Monk Juran in the mainland, and there are many opposite the strait, but if you don’t place them at your doorstep, you always feel empty in your heart.

Another thing is that it has really been lost overseas. There are small days next door, and there are also collections in Smith's hometown, the Big American Museum.

If this one was sold...

Old Man Wang wanted to speak too, but he opened his mouth and finally held back.

Smith promised him that if the deal was reached today, he would give him a bonus.

Whether it is sold to my ancestors or not, it is not sold by Mr. Wang, so what is going on in my way?

"Mr. Ma, is there any result?"

Smith was impatient to wait, and he didn't bother to investigate why Ma Weidu looked at him with that look.

Despite the inner struggle, Ma Weidu finally nodded.

"Things are good things."

Hearing Ma Weidu say this, Smith's face immediately shined with sunshine, and he turned to look at Gu Bei.

"Gu, how much is this painting you... your friend intends to sell?"

Pooh!

After hearing this, even Old Man Wang looked disgusted. Can a treasure with a history of hundreds of years be said to be sold?

The word "let" is not respectful.

Gu Bei didn't say anything, but just raised two fingers and shook them in front of Smith.

Twenty thousand?

Smith had just flashed this idea and denied it himself. The pile of rags he had collected before cost more than 10,000 yuan.

This ancient painting has been identified by two people. Although Smith doesn't understand it, looking at the greed of Old Man Wang and the reluctance on Ma Wei's face, it should be of great value.

"200,000?"

Smith was just asking questions, and Old Man Wang exclaimed directly.

Before liberation, he had seen money when he was doing business in Liulichang, but now this year, the average salary is only thirty or forty yuan.

200,000?

If you dare to quote this price, you are not afraid of breaking your teeth.

As for Ma Weidu, he had no expression. In his opinion, the original works of Monk Juran should be priceless treasures.

"I think it's expensive?"

Gu Bei smiled faintly, got up and walked to the table, and then slowly rolled up the painting again.

"Just this price, and I really want it, I have to see the money today."

Smith did not respond immediately, but calculated quickly in his heart that 200,000 was not a big number for him.

This time he came to Beijing to inspect the investment environment with a business delegation. He also had a large company in the United States.

At the current exchange rate, 200,000 yuan is only more than 100,000 US dollars, and this is just the official exchange rate. In fact, the private exchange rate is much lower.

But now he doesn't have that much cash on him. He just came to travel in the name of an investigation, and did not want to invest immediately. The RMB he exchanged before had been almost spent.

"Can."

In the end, the artworks of ancient Eastern countries, which had a history of hundreds of years, were still difficult for Smith to give up.

"But I don't have that much cash now, you have to wait a moment."

"Is two hours enough?"

"Enough!"

After Smith finished speaking, he turned around and went out, forgetting to call Ma Wei to call him.

"Boy, my ancestors asked you to sell it like this?"

As soon as Smith left, Old Man Wang couldn't help but speak up and mock him.

Sell ​​ancestors?

Gu Bei looked at Old Man Wang provocatively: "Why didn't you say it in front of Smith just now? Now I remember to say cheap words? What have you done long ago?"

Just said?
To be continued...