"I don't want anything else, just this calligraphy." Mo Xiaosheng smiled and walked over, rummaged around symbolically, and picked up a copybook with yellowed paper. In fact, he had just entered this antique shop.

When I was there, I was attracted by the strong green light emitting from this copybook on the shelf. I knew that this must be an extremely precious treasure, so I deliberately tricked the shop owner into giving it to me.

"Okay, no problem. If we add this inscription, we can seal the deal without any regrets!" the store owner said eagerly. With so many people testifying, it would be useless for Mo Xiaosheng to go back on his words as long as he agrees.

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"It's a deal!" Mo Xiaosheng smiled and nodded.

"You loser, this broken calligraphy and this painting are not even worth ten thousand yuan!" Qiao De cursed angrily, grabbed a teacup and threw it at Mo Xiaosheng.

Mo Xiaosheng dodged and the tea cup fell to the ground and exploded.

"You can take care of your own household affairs. You don't have to pay for this teacup. Let's go!" The shop owner hurriedly packed up the fake paintings and copybooks and stuffed them into Mo Xiaosheng's hands along with the receipt.

"Mo Xiaosheng, you've gone too far! Why do you make decisions for my dad!" Qiao Yiyi was very angry. This loser still couldn't change his self-righteousness. There was still hope of getting the money back, but he did this.

It's completely out of the question.

"Yiyi, don't I have 500,000 yuan with you? You can just give this money to dad for me, and treat these as bought by me." Mo Xiaosheng was not angry. What they care about is not money, that money

Just give it to him.

"You." Qiao Yiyi glared at Mo Xiaosheng fiercely, "Since you said so, I will give this money to my dad." After saying that, she took out her mobile phone and transferred the five hundred thousand directly to Qiao De.

When Qiao De saw that the money was back, even though it was from this prodigal and useless son-in-law, his anger was mostly gone. But he still said, "Yiyi, let's go home and go with this wasteful and useless son-in-law. I

They all feel ashamed.”

After saying that, she walked out. Qiao Yiyi didn't bother to pay attention to Mo Xiaosheng, and walked out of the store with Qiao De.

Mo Xiaosheng did not leave directly, nor did he want to leave just like that.

"Little brother, can you show me this calligraphy of yours?"

At this moment, a very energetic middle-aged man suddenly walked out of the crowd and stared curiously at the copybook in Mo Xiaosheng's hand.

"Tang, Professor Tang?" Qiao De, who was about to walk out, suddenly brightened up when he saw the middle-aged man and became energetic. His expression was like a star-chasing fan who suddenly saw his idol.

This middle-aged man is called Tang Li. He is a well-known figure in the antique circle of Heyang City. He is also an archeology professor at Heyang University. His hobby is collecting antiques. Heyang Satellite TV’s treasure appraisal column has invited him to be a treasure appraisal guest many times.

It is said that there are no less than 20 treasures worth millions in his home.

Although Qiao De is a businessman, he is also particularly fond of antiques. He has also admired Tang Li for a long time and has always wanted to find someone to introduce him to him. However, an antique lover of his level cannot be noticed by others.

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In fact, when Tang Li arrived just now, the crowd was already in a commotion because of the surprise, but Qiao De was busy arguing and didn't notice.

"Hello." Tang Li and Mo Xiaosheng said, "Can you show me this calligraphy?"

"Okay!" Mo Xiaosheng hadn't spoken yet, but Qiao De nodded hastily. Seeing that Mo Xiaosheng didn't move, he raised his foot and kicked him, and said, "Why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you give the copybook to Professor Tang quickly?"

Mo Xiaosheng glanced at Qiao De, but he said nothing. He took out the copybook and handed it to Tang Li, "Please take a look."

"Sure enough, it was Wang Xizhi's message." Tang Li took a closer look and said in surprise.

"That's right, but it's a pity that it's a copy for later generations, and the copy is very rough. It's not worth much money at all." The shop owner said sarcastically from behind. Anyway, the deal has been completed now, and he is not afraid of Mo Xiaosheng going back on his word.

"It is true that the copying is relatively rough, but even if such a rough copying is rarely seen, it is worth tens of thousands of dollars after all. I wonder if my little brother is willing to part with it?" Tang Li said with a smile.

"Can this broken character be worth tens of thousands of yuan?" The shop owner's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but feel a little pain in his heart. If he had known better, he would not have given it to Mo Xiaosheng.

"Little brother, if you are willing, I will pay you thirty thousand to make up for some of your losses." Tang Li said.

He also saw Qiao De's fake painting just now. Even including this painting, Qiao De suffered a serious loss. Now this little guy actually took over the whole thing and acted as a scapegoat. So he thought he was doing a good deed.

Help him stop the bleeding.

"Sorry, I don't want to sell it." Mo Xiaosheng shook his head and politely refused.

"Then I will add another 20,000 yuan. Little brother, the price I offered is already far higher than the market price of this calligraphy. No matter which appraisal agency you go to for appraisal, it will not exceed 10,000 yuan. If it weren't for me,

I am very fond of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and would not pay such a high price." Tang Li spoke sincerely.

"Professor Tang is an expert. Young man, please sell it as soon as possible."

"That's right, since Professor Tang said the market value is 10,000, you can only estimate it for this amount."

"Hurry up and take action. If you lose so much money, let's just treat it as blood."

"Fifty thousand is already very high. Even if you add the painting, it's probably not worth the money."

The onlookers also began to persuade Mo Xiaosheng to seize the opportunity. In the antique circle, no one makes a mistake. The key is to learn how to stop losses.

"Professor Tang, I'm sorry, I really never thought about selling this painting." Mo Xiaosheng was a little embarrassed.

"Don't sell? You prodigal son, Professor Tang wants to buy it, why don't you sell it quickly." Qiao De on the side couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Mo Xiaosheng again in anger.

Then he turned to Tang Li and said flatteringly: "Professor Tang, since you like it, I will give you the words "I make the decision", just as we can make friends."

Qiao De's overwhelming anger just now was gone, and he was even a little secretly happy. After all, it was his useless son-in-law who spent half a million to buy it. How could it be worth it to be able to make friends with Tang Li, a famous person, through this painting.

"No way, after all, the little brother bought this at a big price. Friends can make it, but he must also have the money." Tang Li said quickly.

"I'm sorry, I won't sell this calligraphy!" Mo Xiaosheng snatched the calligraphy over and said firmly.

"You, you, rebelled against you!" Qiao De was humiliated by Mo Xiaosheng. He pointed his finger at Mo Xiaosheng and trembled with anger.

"Mo Xiaosheng, what are you doing!" Qiao Yiyi also glared at him, her father's mood finally improved, why is he so ignorant, isn't he just a bad character?

"It doesn't matter, Professor Tang. If he doesn't sell it, I will." The store owner ran over and pulled Tang Li to please him, "I still have two copies of Wang Xizhi's copying boards, which are many times better than his. Take a look.

ah?"

When he heard that Tang Li had offered fifty thousand yuan, he felt like his heart was bleeding, but since the book had already been sold to Mo Xiaosheng, he had no choice.

"Oh? Is there any Ming Qie Tie?" Professor Tang asked curiously.

"There is no Mingqie Tie anymore, but there is Linchuan Tie, and the copying is excellent." The shop owner said happily, counting money in his heart. The little-known Mingqie Tie can be produced in rough copies.

Fifty thousand, the copy of the famous Linchuan post would probably cost dozens of times.

"That's no need. I already have a copy of the Linchuan post at home." Tang Li shook his head and said with some regret.

The store owner seemed to have been poured cold water on his head and was extremely disappointed.

"Little brother, let me ask you one last question, do you really not want to sell this calligraphy?" Tang Li asked Mo Xiaosheng again with some unwillingness to give up.

"I'm really sorry, I won't sell it," Mo Xiaosheng apologized.

Tang Li sighed, turned around and walked out.

"You loser!" When Qiao De saw that Tang Li was leaving, he immediately became anxious and reached out to grab the words in Mo Xiaosheng's hand.

Mo Xiaosheng dodged cleverly. Seeing that his father-in-law was anxious to please Professor Tang, and Qiu Yiyi looked at him like a cannibal, he had no choice but to rush to Tang Li who was outside the door and shouted, "Professor Tang, please wait a moment."

, although this calligraphy cannot be sold to you, it can open your eyes."

What a loud tone!

Everyone was quite unhappy with what Mo Xiaosheng said. It was just bad words. It also opened our eyes. Putting them aside, Professor Tang himself has seen thousands of famous collections. How can we open our eyes?

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But in fact, Mo Xiaosheng's words did not mean the slightest arrogance. What he said was true. What he wanted everyone to see next would probably be something that all the antique lovers present would never see once in their lifetimes.

"Oh? What do you say?" Tang Li stopped at the door, somewhat displeased with Mo Xiaosheng's loud tone.

"The reason why I won't sell it to you is because this copybook has another dimension, and its value may exceed imagination." Mo Xiaosheng said with a smile.

"Little brother, what do you mean by this? Isn't this just an ordinary copy? How can there be any other explanation?" Tang Li's tone was quite restrained, but he was a little disdainful in his heart. He secretly thought about how young people nowadays like to flatter others.

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The onlookers also had some criticisms. They found some bad characters and really took them as treasures.

"It's a joke. I've had this picture on my shelf for a year. If it's really of extraordinary quality, why wouldn't I be able to tell?" the shop owner sneered.

"The store owner doesn't believe it?" Mo Xiaosheng raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Of course I don't believe it! You little brat, you've only been in the antique industry for a few days, and yet you dare to stand up to veterans like us." The store owner said coldly, pulling everyone to his side with just one sentence.

"That's right, young man, so many of us can see that it is an ordinary copy. Do you think we are all blind?"

"Even if we are mistaken, can experts like Professor Tang also be mistaken?"

"What's wrong with today's young people? Why do they like to put on airs so much!"

“It’s ridiculous to overestimate your own capabilities!”

Being surrounded by the store owner, everyone was talking a lot, and their words were full of dissatisfaction.

"Since the shop owner doesn't believe me, do you dare to make a bet with me?" Mo Xiaosheng raised his eyebrows, with a rather provocative tone in his tone.

"Just bet, tell me, how to bet?" The shop owner was also very unconvinced.

"In this way, if there is really a mystery in this painting, you can return my five hundred thousand to me. If I can't find it, I will give you another five hundred thousand."

"Okay, it's a deal. This is what you said. Everyone has heard it. Please help me prove it!" The shop owner was overjoyed and hurriedly agreed. He already regarded Mo Xiaosheng as a complete fool.

"Mo Xiaosheng!"

Qiao Yiyi stamped her feet angrily, but Mo Xiaosheng pretended not to hear.

"Let him do it. I won't help him pay for it. Yiyi, I don't think you should go to work tomorrow and go directly to divorce him. I think this kid is completely stupid." Qiao De was inked.

The little angry hands began to shake.

"Please bring me a glass of water." Mo Xiaosheng, minding his own business, put the words flatly on the desk.

After the shop owner brought the water, Mo Xiaosheng took a sip, then sprayed it on the copybook with all his strength, and repeated it several times to make the surface of the copybook evenly wet.

Then he used tweezers to pluck one leg of the copybook. The surface of the copybook turned up by one leg. Mo Xiaosheng clamped the raised leg of the copybook and slowly lifted it up. As the thin paper was lifted up, the bottom layer of the copybook was lifted up.

Another calligraphy appeared, which was very similar to the calligraphy on the surface, but much more delicate and powerful. At first glance, it looked like it was made by someone else.

A burst of exclamation suddenly erupted from the crowd. This was the first time they had seen such a situation. There was another word hidden inside one word.

"Ming...Ming Qi Tie? Wang Xizhi...Wang Xizhi's real...authentic work?! How is it possible! How is this...possible!"
Chapter completed!