A man in pajamas crawled in from outside, carrying a small safe in his hand.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, I'm pretty sure I brought what you want. Fortunately, I remember that there is a private plane in our house. I'm so sorry, I'm sending a cargo, and this plane opened a ditch for me..."

Zhu Quan came in from outside cursingly.

Everyone was speechless, especially this calf said something that was so inhumane. What does it mean to send express delivery into a ditch by a private plane? Is this human language?

Zhou Fengtian smiled and said, "It's not too late, come in quickly."

Zhu Quan is a famous playboy in Zhejiang Province. He has a reputation even in the northern part. The rest of the people didn't recognize him at first, but when the kid rushed in, he discovered his identity.

Isn’t this Zhu Quan, the eldest son of the Zhu family in Zhejiang Province?!

He threw the safe in his hand to Zhou Fengtian, "Brother Zhou, this is what you want. My old man heard that it was you who wanted it, so he immediately asked me to deliver it to you. This thing was from my sister who auctioned off for France.

Not to mention anything else, it is definitely genuine. This thing was originally left at the Ma family back to the province and was finally transferred abroad. There were many cultural relics that we went with us at that time, and most of them were rescued by my sister..."

Zhou Fengtian had already opened the safe while speaking and took out a picture of extremely low-key and luxurious binding from it.

Then it was slowly displayed to everyone.

"It's another picture of "The Old Monk in Lushan Mountain", and the three of them have made it happen..." Someone couldn't help but sigh.

But when everyone looked at these three paintings, they all had completely different charms, especially because this painting had a unique feeling, and it was unexplained...

"This is the authentic "Picture of the Old Monk in Lushan"." Zhou Fengtian said.

"You say it's the authentic one?" someone asked dissatisfiedly.

Zhu Jingrun didn't see the difference, but she felt uneasy in her heart. "I think this painting is the same as yours. I guess it's also a fake. Master Zhou is good at craftsmanship. These two paintings can be so close... it's like printed in a mold..."

Zhou Fengtian sighed leisurely, "Do you... still don't understand?"

Zhu Jingrun looked at Zhou Fengtian with no sense of banter, but more of sympathy and helplessness. He clearly felt that in Zhou Fengtian's eyes, he was like a layman who knew nothing about Chinese painting, and his eyes were condescending!

He didn't take himself seriously at all, so he raised his tone, "What? Is there any problem?"

Zhou Fengtian was too lazy to say anything to him, so he walked straight to the picture brought by Zhu Jingrun.

"The pigment we use is different from what Huang Tingjian uses. This material is called peacock green, also known as peacock blue, with copper elements in it..."

Zhou Fengtian pointed to the mountain wall above.

"The mountain has blue fog, and its color is as colorful as it is. In Chinese paintings, it is called "Jia Lan" and is a common color for some paintings related to Buddhism.

Huang Tingjian, Su Shi and Monk Foyin like Zen. Their paintings are often mixed with the color of "stone bluestone green". They are just a pigment rich in copper elements. They will undergo chemical changes over time.

There was a red color on the wall of the mountain…”

Zhou Fengtian sighed and said, "It should have been blue, but it is innocent and red. The two phases are rotating, and it seems that there is a clear destiny in the dark."

After listening to Zhou Fengtian's explanation, everyone looked back at the "Picture of Old Monks in Lushan" and found some vague experiences.

Zhu Jingrun was completely stunned and could not move.

My own painting is actually fake!

Zhou Fengtian put away the scroll and sent it back to Zhu Quan's hands.

"I told my sister about this, but my sister was still angry..." Zhu Quan quickly threw the portrait into the safe, looking at Zhou Fengtian for a moment, and helped him clean up a few times.

"How angry are your sister?" Zhou Fengtian was also surprised.

"My sister said, 'If you don't look for her to look for me in this way, do you not treat her as a friend...' As for what he thought, how do I know..." Zhu Quan said.

"I don't know where she is. Who knows if your sister is a flying man in the air..." Zhou Fengtian was speechless. Zhu Mei, the woman, was on business most of the time, and it was rare to see her...

Zhou Fengtian and Zhu Quan had a family chat, and Secretary Cheng came to call him.

"Master Zhou, come here." Secretary Cheng was also completely shocked by Zhou Fengtian's move. It was amazing! He finally came back to his senses.

Zhou Fengtian asked Zhu Quan to bring the things back quickly. This painting cost millions of dollars... If he lost it, Zhou Fengtian would be very distressed.

"What's wrong, this is."

Zhou Fengtian looked at Zhu Jingrun and others gathered on the stage, his face looked quite embarrassing. He probably was slapped in the face so hard that he couldn't even raise his head.

Zhu Jingrun gritted his teeth and said, "Although you are right this time, there are also problems with your own "Poetics". I think it was also drawn by Master Zhou for you..."

He didn't let go of this matter after he bitten to death, and the director and others were also in trouble, not to mention that the remaining people were watching the fun, and they were all watching the fun without bothering them.

This time it was already exciting enough, and they didn't mind being more exciting at all.

No matter how lively it is, you can really earn back the ticket price!

"But what they said was a bit groundless. Although Master Zhou is very capable, he also said that he practiced "The Old Monk of Lushan" for thousands of times.

No matter how capable Master Zhou is, he may not be able to draw the "Poetic Picture"?

"If this is the case, Master Zhou would not be a human being. He would really be a god!"

There were many speculations in everyone's words and deeds. After all, Zhou Fengtian's words and deeds were beyond their expectations.

Even Zhu Jingrun thought so, this matter was too ridiculous.

Zhou Fengtian succeeded before, but the blind cat met a dead mouse.

The painting was fake because he was negligent. It was not because Zhou Fengtian pointed it out. This painting was obtained from him in the first half of this year. He had not undergone a systematic inspection, so it was because there was something wrong with this painting.

He quickly adjusted his mindset, even if everything just now happened to him.

Zhu Jingrun said lightly: "This "Poetic Picture" is too tricky. I think your museum is better to give us an explanation. You don't have to use Master Zhou as a shield..."

Zhou Fengtian was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he said to everyone behind Zhu Jingrun leisurely: "You have to settle your accounts, I want to see. You guys were swearing and swearing again just now. Is it time to fulfill your promise?

I don't mind having more sons, and I'll listen to a few more sounds."
Chapter completed!