C20 I Misjudged

The calligraphy of the real Yan Zhenqing was rich and full of strokes, with a broad and upright structure. Anyone who looked at it would feel as if they had been struck by a warrior's fist.

Even though the handwriting in front of him was thick and straight, broad and strong, he had only imitated Yan Zhenqing's form. He was still a far cry from becoming a true God.

A fake like that was worth at most two hundred thousand yuan.

"Dad, there seems to be something wrong with everyone's work." Xiao Chen naturally could not stand idly by and watch Xue Dashan get tricked. He could only give a tactful reminder.

Who knew that just as he finished his sentence, before Sun Dafu could say anything, Xue Dashan was already angered: "What nonsense are you spouting! This is the true work of everyone here, you good-for-nothing, you know nothing! "

Sun Dafu was initially shocked by Xiao Chen's words, but when he saw Xue Dashan's reaction, he was overjoyed.

He was not afraid of god-like opponents, only pig-like teammates. With a teammate like Xue Dashan, even if Xiao Chen could see through it, he was not worried.

Xiao Chen couldn't help but be speechless. No matter what, he was Xue Dashan's son-in-law, but now, Xue Dashan actually believed an outsider and didn't believe him.

"Dad, this letter from Yan Zhenqing, is it real or fake? Look at these words …"

"Shut up!" Xiao Chen wanted to continue persuading him, but Xue Dashan didn't listen to him and instead scolded him, "I'm not sure how capable you are? If you were to marry into my Xue Family for a year, you wouldn't even be able to get a decent job, what are you trying to show off for? Aren't you ashamed of yourself! "

Xue Dashan's words were harsh. In front of so many people, Xiao Chen said that the handwriting was fake. Doesn't this mean that he was blind to pay 5 million to buy a fake?

"Calm down, Brother Han, don't lower yourself to the same level as your son-in-law." Right now, this young man, after watching a few episodes of Treasure Appraisal on TV, thinks that he's an expert. They don't even know how deep the waters in our industry are. " Although it seemed like he was trying to persuade Xue Dashan, in reality, he was trying to ridicule Xiao Chen. Naturally, Xiao Chen was able to hear this point.

"Hmph, disgraceful thing. Hurry up and get the hell back." Xue Dashan snorted coldly and prepared to leave.

Xiao Chen sighed helplessly. You will never wake up a guy who pretends to be asleep. This father-in-law of his is really stupid and conceited.

However, Xiao Chen couldn't do anything to him. It was impossible for him to beat up Xue Dashan like he was beating red hair.

Just when Xiao Chen was about to give up, his peripheral vision noticed the character Sun Dafu put in the corner. Instantly, Xiao Chen's eyes lit up.

"What's wrong, nephew?" Could it be that they saw something good? " Sun Dafu's eyes were sharp as he noticed the abnormality of Xiao Chen.

"Boss Sun, can you let me take a look at that pair of words?" Xiao Chen pointed at the scroll he just read.

"This?" Sun Dafu walked to the corner and picked up the word scroll with Xiao Chen's finger. His face was full of doubts, this thing was taken from a countryside farmer for a thousand yuan, and upon returning, he found it to be of no value at all. So he casually threw it in the corner, why would Xiao Chen be interested in this word?

Although he was puzzled, Sun Dafu still picked up the scroll and dusted off the dust before passing it to Xiao Chen.

The scroll was about three feet long and one foot wide, and it was made of ordinary Xuan paper. Other than the fact that it was slightly yellowish, no one could tell what was special about it from its appearance. As for the words on it, it was even more ordinary. It felt like a child who had just learned calligraphy and was scribbling randomly.

Sun Dafu couldn't understand why Xiao Chen would be interested in such a character.

"Boss, how much is this word?" Xiao Chen asked with a smile.

"This item is not worth much money. Originally, I had planned to throw it away. Since nephew likes it, then I shall do you a favor and gift it to you." Sun Dafu said. He was too lazy to ask why Xiao Chen had taken a fancy to this calligraphy piece. After all, he had just earned five million for free.

"Boss Sun, are you sure?" Xiao Chen smiled faintly.

"What is it? Nephew, are you afraid that I'll go back on my word? In my business, I, Sun Dafu, have always emphasized the word 'credibility'. Even if this word is truly 'treasure', I am still willing to give it to my nephew for free. " Sun Dafu had a heroic look on his face. Anyone who didn't know about him would think that he had sent something valuable into the city.

"Then, thank you, Boss Sun." Xiao Chen put the scroll away and smiled.

"What do you want this shitty thing for?" Xue Dashan said in disappointment. He wanted to kick Xiao Chen back. This disgraceful thing was like a trash picking thing. He wanted even the things that Sun Dafu was prepared to throw away.

"Dad, this is a good thing." Xiao Chen smiled mysteriously.

"Bullshit, if it really was a good item, would it still be your turn?" Xue Dashan twitched his mouth. In the antique circles, the sort of things like picking up a loophole often happens. However, in most cases, those who were able to get away with it were those who were talented and had good eyesight, such as their son-in-law. It would be more accurate to say that they were going to pay the tuition fees.

Xiao Chen shook his head and no longer explained. The words in his hand, he wouldn't trade ten sets of Yan Zhen Qing's real works.

"Eh, Elder Wang!" Just as Xue Dashan was about to leave, he met a person he did not expect to see, the President of Changzhou City's Calligraphy Association, Wang Peisheng.

Not only did Wang Peisheng have profound achievements in the field of calligraphy, he also had a high reputation among the masses as a special guest in the Treasure Seeking Programme of Central TV.

Xue Dashan suddenly became excited. Wang Peisheng was an idol that he wanted to meet even in his dreams.

"Elder Wang, why have you come here?" Xue Dashan went up to him eagerly.

Wang Peisheng was wearing a black robe and looked energetic without any signs of old age. Seeing Xue Dashan greet him, the old man frowned. Obviously, he couldn't remember where he had seen Xue Dashan before.

"You are?"

"Elder Wang, I'm Xue Dashan, the one who asked you for guidance at Changzhou and Cultural Relics Fair." Although Wang Peisheng did not have any impression of him, Xue Dashan was not the least bit embarrassed. After all, this old man in front of him was no ordinary old man, and it would not be excessive to call him the number one calligrapher in the Changzhou realm.

"Oh ~ I remember now, you're Xue Chonghai's son right?" The old man slapped his forehead and was suddenly enlightened.

"Yes, yes, yes, Elder Wang, your memory is really good." Xue Dashan smiled happily.

Xiao Chen rubbed his forehead, he didn't know what to say to his father-in-law.

"Big Mountain, what are you doing here?" Wang Peisheng asked.

"Elder Wang, I won't hide it from you. Today, I bought a piece of real art from everyone." Xue Dashan took out the scroll in his hand as he spoke, his tone showing off.

"The real works of everyone?!" Wang Peisheng was instantly full of energy.

"Yes, Elder Wang. Take a look." Xue Dashan opened the scroll with a smile.

Wang Peisheng immediately entered the state and started to study without blinking.

Inside the shop, Sun Dafu, who witnessed all this in his eyes, was covered in cold sweat. In fact, from the moment he saw Wang Peisheng, he had felt a bit more uneasy, afraid that Xue Dashan would show the characters to Wang Peisheng. However, he didn't expect that Xue Dashan would actually show the characters to Wang Peisheng.

Wang Peisheng was different from a rash youth like Xiao Chen. In the world of antique calligraphy and painting, this was a golden discipline. As long as Wang Peisheng said it was fake, anything ordinary, even if it was real, would become fake.

Right now, Sun Dafu could only pray that Zhang Baihao was powerful enough to be able to hide the fake from Wang Peisheng, the real master.

However, it was obvious that Sun Dafu was overthinking things.

After watching for over a minute, Wang Peisheng's sparse eyebrows frowned. He patted Xue Dashan's shoulder and said earnestly, "Mountain, I'm afraid you've made a mistake this time..."