Mo Xiaosheng glanced at Tang Li. His expression was not surprising. Anyone who saw such a rare treasure would be like this. Not only him, but also the expressions of everyone around him changed dramatically.

"real or fake?!"

"This is impossible!"

"How could Professor Tang's eyesight be wrong?"

"If it's authentic, it's a miracle!"

The crowd of antique lovers who were watching suddenly became excited and gathered in to view this priceless treasure.

Mo Xiaosheng didn't stop everyone, he chose a position where he could protect the copybook at all times, and stepped over to stop.

I saw that the copybook in the mezzanine, although the paper was rough and yellowed, was well preserved, the handwriting was beautiful, strong, euphemistic and subtle, and the whole was peaceful and natural. It could really bear the eight characters "Floating like floating clouds, powerful like a startling dragon".

Qiao De's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he leaned over, making a hoarse voice in his throat, "I... I'm not dreaming!"

Even Qiu Yiyi, who didn't know anything about calligraphy and painting, couldn't help but be attracted by the elegant words on the copybook, and read it attentively.

"Even if you die, you will have no regrets. Even if you die, you will have no regrets!"

Tang Li's eyes filled with tears, and the excitement and excitement from the bottom of his heart was moving.

I'm afraid the biggest dream of any calligraphy and painting lover in the world is to see Wang Xizhi's original works like this with his own eyes.

Although it remains to be determined whether it is authentic or not, even if it is an imitation, it has already reached the point where it looks like the real thing.

Wang Xizhi's authentic work has long been peerless. If it is finally verified that it is really Wang Xizhi's original work, it will be a major discovery that will shake the world and the gods. Everyone present will also be a witness to history.

Mo Xiaosheng said to open their eyes, but this was more than just an eye-opening!

The entire antique shop was filled with excitement, but there was only one person whose face was livid and ugly, as if he had swallowed a big mouthful of flies. This person was the shop owner who had made a bet with Mo Xiaosheng just now.

At this time, he wanted to die. Compared with this rare treasure, the bet of half a million was nothing. You know, a few years ago, a copy of Wang Xizhi's Tang Dynasty was sold for hundreds of millions.

The price is sky-high. If this pair is authentic, its value is unimaginable.

His eyes had turned red from anger and jealousy, and the eyes he looked at Mo Xiaosheng were full of hatred. If it wasn't this boy, then this word still belonged to him.

Now that so many people have testified, it is useless for him to go back on his word.

"Store owner, now that the facts have been established, can the five hundred thousand be refunded to me?" Mo Xiaosheng looked at the store owner with a smile and asked.

The shop owner turned red for a moment and was speechless. Mo Xiaosheng was trying to force him to death. Withdrawing the five hundred thousand yuan would be equivalent to giving this sky-high price treasure to Mo Xiaosheng.

"Forget it, Xiaosheng, let's not be so rude and unforgiving. Let's just think of these five hundred thousand as a red envelope for the shop owner."

After coming back to his senses, Qiao De hurriedly said that half a million bought such a precious treasure, and it was too late to run away. How could he even bother asking for money? He carefully put away his words as he spoke.

But Mo Xiaosheng was one step ahead of him and put away the copybook directly. He looked at the shop owner in a calm voice and said, "A copybook is a copybook, and a gambling game is a gambling game. Since you are betting, you must be mentally prepared. If I had lost just now,

He would also let me take out half a million without any hesitation."

Qiao De looked at Mo Xiaosheng, feeling that he was a little strange, but he felt even more angry. Mo Xiaosheng didn't seem to give him any face, which made him very frustrated.

"You, you don't even listen to me, right?" Qiao De said angrily.

"If you don't want to take the five hundred thousand, I think that painting is pretty good. Why don't you give it to me?" Mo Xiaosheng walked around the store, then stared at a painting and said. This

The price of the painting is not low, 150,000.

When the shop owner saw this, his mind changed. Since it was something Mo Xiaosheng was interested in, it would definitely not be cheap, and the price would be at least 500,000. He looked embarrassed and transferred the 500,000 to

This is Mo Xiaosheng.

On the spot, someone asked for 500,000 yuan to buy the painting, but the shop owner refused to sell it and hurriedly put the painting away carefully.

At this time, Mo Xiaosheng walked out of the antique shop with the painting and the copybook. Qiao Yiyi supported Qiao De and followed beside him.

"Little brother, I have a heartfelt request." Tang Li hurriedly stopped him.

"Please tell me." Mo Xiaosheng knew what he wanted to do.

"This calligraphy is really rare in the world. It is a great blessing for me to be able to see it in my lifetime. I wonder if my little brother can appreciate it. Let me go and watch it with a few friends in the antique industry." Tang Li bowed slightly and spoke sincerely.

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"Of course." Upon hearing that Tang Li took the initiative to visit Mo Xiaosheng's house, Qiao De said happily, and he was more enthusiastic than Mo Xiaosheng.

"Thank you very much, brother. I will bring a few friends to visit brother soon." Tang Li looked at Mo Xiaosheng, then looked at Qiao De, and said with gratitude.

When leaving the antique store, everyone was reluctant to leave and asked Qiao De for his business card. Qiao De smiled with wrinkles on his face. He had been in the antique world for so long, but he never thought that one day he would become a celebrity.

The owner of the antique shop kept watching them leave, then his mind changed. After everyone dispersed, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Hey, third child, do something for me. If this thing is done, we can

The three brothers will enjoy endless prosperity and wealth from now on."

"Second brother, what are your orders?" A deep voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of excitement. He knew what the second brother was capable of, and it seemed that he was going to make a fortune again this time.

The owner of the antique shop told him the general story, and then said coldly, "If necessary, you can leave him alive."

"Understood! I'll leave now."

While driving, Qiao Yiyi glanced at Mo Xiaosheng from time to time, but hesitated to speak.

"Just ask whatever you want to ask." Mo Xiaosheng said leisurely while leaning on the seat.

"How do you know there is a sandwich in this word?"

"Guess." Mo Xiaosheng said casually.

"I don't like to talk." Qiao Yiyi rolled her eyes.

"Then I said I figured it out based on my true talent and knowledge, do you believe it?" Mo Xiaosheng suddenly moved his face closer to hers.

Feeling the warmth of Mo Xiaosheng's breath, Qiao Yiyi's face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Are you shy? Jiang Yan's heart suddenly jumped. How could she be shy in front of this loser?

But she miraculously discovered that before she knew it, she no longer seemed to dislike this waste so much.

"I don't believe it!" She hurriedly used a cold tone to cover up her inner panic.

Mo Xiaosheng smiled, moved his head back, looked out the window on one side, and said: "Actually, I am just more careful, and I have a little luck. At that time, I just felt that the copybook was a little thick, and I guessed that there might be an interlayer. I didn't expect it to be true.

You've got it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yiyi suddenly stepped on the brake, and with a squeak, he couldn't help but jump forward.

Qiao De, who was in the back seat, also bumped into Mo Xiaosheng's seat.

"Oh, Yiyi, what are you doing?" He, who was already in a bad mood, now said even more depressed, covering his head. There was no other reason. That copybook belonged to Mo Xiaosheng, and Mo Xiaosheng didn't even have it.

The meaning of giving him that copybook.

"This car suddenly came out." Qiao Yiyi also looked panicked.

Mo Xiaosheng glanced at the off-road vehicle parked diagonally in front, his expression changed slightly, "Quick, fall back."

Qiao Yiyi stepped on the accelerator and backed up, but at this moment a van suddenly appeared from behind and blocked their retreat.

This is a two-lane road, and when these two cars cut into it diagonally, Qiao Yiyi's car was caught in the middle and couldn't get in or out.

At this time, seven or eight people got out of the van and off-road vehicle, all holding iron bars or machetes in their hands. One of them, a leader with a scarred head, came over and pointed an iron bar at the front of Qiao Yiyi's car, then raised his hand and walked toward the car.

He pointed his finger and shouted, "Get off the car!"

Qiu Yiyi and Qiao De were so frightened by this scene that their expressions suddenly changed. One of them, a father and daughter, is a businessman and the other is a good girl. How had they ever seen such a posture before?

They never imagined that this kind of situation that only appeared on TV would happen to them, and they were immediately frightened and confused.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Mo Xiaosheng looked calm, "They came here for this picture."

"What, then give them that copybook quickly!" Qiao De said hurriedly after hearing this.

Mo Xiaosheng got out of the car with the copybook, and Qiao Yiyi and Qiao De also followed.

The moment they saw Qiu Yiyi, Scarface and the other gangsters' eyes suddenly lit up, their eyes instantly ignited with excitement, and they greedily scanned Qiu Yiyi's perfect figure back and forth.

"Beauty, hello." Scarface smiled, showing his big yellow teeth.

Qiao Yiyi subconsciously hid behind Mo Xiaosheng.

"You want this copybook, right?" Mo Xiaosheng said with a slight smile, then took the copybook out of the brocade box and showed it to Scarface.

When Scarface saw that it was indeed the copybook that his second brother mentioned, his face instantly darkened, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it here, we want the words at the expense of our lives, hand it over, and I will let you go right now."

"I can't give it to you so easily. I spent a lot of money to buy this calligraphy," Mo Xiaosheng said.

"Are you asking me for money? I think you are tired of living. Do you know how many lives I am carrying?" Scarface said harshly.

His words are indeed not exaggerated. He has been a local gangster for more than ten years and has been killed and imprisoned. Now he is the owner of a nightclub and is well-known in this area.

Of course, this was all taken care of by his eldest brother who was the captain of the detective in the police station. Together with the owner of the antique shop, the three of them were brothers.

Since the second brother told him that this calligraphy was worth a sky-high price, it must be true. Even if he killed Mo Xiaosheng and the other three, he must get this calligraphy today.

"Mo Xiaosheng, please give them the words quickly." Qiao De looked at the gangsters surrounding him and urged nervously.

"Okay, I can give you this calligraphy, but you have to let my dad and my wife leave first." Mo Xiaosheng thought for a moment and said.

"What do you mean? Aren't you going to leave?" Qiao Yiyi said in surprise.

"I'll stay and discuss the terms with them. Maybe they'll figure it out and won't ask me for words." Mo Xiaosheng looked at Qiao Yiyi and said with some confidence.

"Okay, then I'll let them go first, but if you break your promise, I'll kill you!" Scar looked fierce. Although he was very interested in Qiao Yiyi, this picture was more important now, so he agreed.

Mo Xiaosheng’s request.

Then he waved his hand, and someone immediately drove the off-road vehicle away and out of the way.

"Mo Xiaosheng, do you want your life?" Qiao Yiyi said anxiously.

"It's okay, you and dad leave first, I'll be back in a while." Mo Xiaosheng gave her a bright smile. This seemed to be the first time in so long that she cared about herself.

"No, give them the words, and you come home with us." Qiao Yiyi grabbed his wrist, her voice refusing to refuse.

Looking at her frowning eyebrows, Mo Xiaosheng actually thought she was cute. Is her life really more important to her than this priceless treasure?

Mo Xiaosheng took Qiao Yiyi's hand away, looked at her and said softly, "Trust me."

Qiao Yiyi was shocked, remembering that Mo Xiaosheng said the same words to the old lady when he was treating her in the hospital, with the same firm look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!