Fan Hongru rubbed his eyes and reached out to his assistant.

The assistant handed over an ancient brown high-power magnifying glass with a wink.

Fan Hongru held a magnifying glass and carefully considered the picture.

See from the top and from the mountain.

He nodded while looking, "The brushwork is strong, which is Fan Kuan's best at raindrops and ink accumulation. He has thousands of strokes, and he has the tenacity that he will never stop until he nods his head until he draws a stubborn stone."

Put down the magnifying glass.

Fan Hongru had a bright look and looked at Su Huan, "Miss, did you really paint this painting?"

Su Huan smiled, "I drew it."

Fan Hongru looked at her with suspicious eyes, "You don't look old, do you?"

Su Hua said truthfully: "Twenty-three years old."

Fan Hongru was even more suspicious, "At a young age, you didn't lie to me, are you?"

Su Huan said calmly: "I have learned to restore ancient calligraphy and painting from my grandfather Su Wenmai since I was a child. Copying ancient paintings is the basic skill. Although I am not old, I have been painting for nearly twenty years. The painting skills of the past twenty years have been reasonable to draw to this level."

When Fan Hongru heard Su Wenmai's name, the suspicion in his eyes disappeared.

In the antique circle, whether in the domestic or foreign Chinese circles, they are familiar with Su Wenmai's name.

Fan Hongru handed the painting to his assistant, "Go and check the details and see if there are any differences."

"Okay, Mr. Fan." The assistant took the painting to the study.

Su Huan smiled and said, "Except for not falling Fan Kuan's name on the leaves, the rest of the place is guaranteed to be exactly the same."

Fan Hongru sat down, picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea slowly, and asked, "The Baodao Museum does not allow photos to be taken, how did you copy it?"

"Go to the museum to write it down, and come back and paint silently."

Fan Hongru's eyes showed a look of surprise.

"Miss, you are really a rare talent. This painting is more than two meters long and more than one meter wide, and the picture is complex and changeable. You can remember such a large painting all by your mind?"

"Yes, my grandfather has been deliberately training me to remember paintings since he was a child. In fact, it is not difficult to remember this painting, but the difficulty lies in the fact that it has bones and souls. It took me half a day to remember paintings and understand its soul. It took me two days to learn it when I came back."

Fan Hongru praised, "Since ancient times, geniuses have produced young people."

Gu Beixian picked up the teapot and added tea to him.

Fan Hongru asked him: "Is the old man in good health?"

Gu Beixian smiled faintly, "He is pretty good."

"I haven't seen each other day, and I'll go to the mansion to pay my respects to him when I have time."

Gu Beixian put down the teapot and said gently: "Okay, he misses you too, let me say hello to you."

Several people talked and laughed and had a conversation.

Half an hour later, the assistant came out.

He leaned into Fan Hongru's ear and whispered: "Old Fan, we used magnifying glasses to confirm one by one. Except for the lack of signatures and seals, every other detail is exactly the same."

After hearing this, Fan Hongru's lips opened slightly, as if shocked.

Several seconds passed.

He gave Su Huan a thumbs up, "Little girl, you are amazing. I, Fan, have been immersed in the antique circle for so many years. This is the first time I have met you like you. There are talents in the generation of the country."

Su Huan smiled, "You are too old and you should learn from you."

Fan Hongru's smile deepened, "The talent is not yet swelling, it's good, it's good."

He stretched out his hand toward the assistant.

The assistant handed over a check book.

Fan Hongru picked up the pen, filled in the amount on it, signed his name, tore it off, and handed it to Su Huan, "This is a little pen-fu, please accept it."

Su Huan hurriedly stood up and took it with both hands, "Thank you Mr. Fan."

Fan Hongru smiled kindly, "You're welcome, this is what you deserve."

Su Hua sat down with the check, glanced at the amount, and was shocked.

Ten million, US dollars.

It is equivalent to more than 66 million yuan.

This is the price of a master in the painting world.

Su Huan was a real person and hurriedly reminded: "Old Fan, did you pay the wrong amount?"

Before, Zhou Baichuan gave her 15 million yuan, but she thought it was a sky-high price.

Unexpectedly, Fan Hongru gave more.

Fan Hongru laughed, "That's right, it's 10 million US dollars, your painting is worth this price. If you have achieved such achievements at a young age, you will definitely achieve great things in the future."

"But this is too high." Su Huan still felt guilty.

Fan Hongru stroked his chin with his fingers and said with a smile: "It's not high, so it's rare that this painting hits my eyes. Fan Zhongzheng, also known as Fan Kuan, is my ancestor. Two years ago, I paid 100 million to buy the original painting of the Baodao Museum, but unfortunately I didn't reach a cooperation. A few days ago, I spent 100 million to buy his "Quanfeng Xiuling Picture"."

Su Huan said nothing.

"The Picture of Peaks and Peaks" was sold by her for 5 million yuan at Zhengrong Auction House.

Later, it was taken away by Zhou Zhan for 60 million.

Unexpectedly, it was not because their museum lacked this painting, but was sold to Fan Hongru.

After almost the talk, Gu Beixian and Su Huan stood up and left.

His feet were stepping on the carpet paved in the corridor, soft and Su Hua felt like he was dreaming.

Very unreal.

I never thought that the ancient paintings I copied could be sold at a sky-high price of more than 60 million yuan.

Yes, sky-high price.

She raised her head and said to Gu Beixian: "Prick me and let me see if I'm dreaming."

How could Gu Beixian bear to pinch her?

I looked up and saw that there was no one around the corridor.

He suddenly held her arm, pushed her to the corner, lowered his head, and took a bite on her lips.

The tip of his tongue pressed into her lips, sucked her lips, gently tweeted, and hooked her.

Su Hua couldn't help but turn red.

My heart beat for half a beat.

The tip of his nose was full of the pleasant smell on his body, and the charm of the male charm of the man was irresistible.

She had to work hard to push him away.

This man is really a man who has been holding him in for a long time and can flirt at any time and anywhere.

It's okay to knock on the wall, but it's even teasing her.

It’s still in the hotel corridor where people will appear at any time. It’s too bold and exciting.

Gu Beixian smiled at her, "Are you dreaming?"

Su Huan shook his head.

I feel like a deer hitting me, but I can't hit me in a dream.

Gu Beixian rubbed her head, "Our family is so powerful, we are all people who earn foreign exchange."

"I always think the price he gave was too high."

Gu Beixian knew very well.

Fan Hongru offered such a high price, on the one hand, because Su Huan really drew well.

On the other hand, Fan Hongru is repaying the old man's favor more than 30 years ago.

Although I didn't click it out, everyone knew it.

But Gu Beixian didn't say it out loud, so let Su Huan enjoy it secretly.

She earned more than 60 million with one move. Although she felt the price was high, she must be very happy.

He was happier than her when he saw her happy.

After the car accident, she hadn't been happy for a long time.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder and walked to the elevator.

Not long after, the elevator door opened.

A handsome and stubborn figure walked out from inside.
To be continued...