Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

After a brief silence, there was endless cheers and exclamations.

The second elder took a magnifying glass and compared the two words back and forth.

"Even if these two calligraphy are not 100% similar, they are 99% consistent and infinitely close to Wang Xizhi's brushwork!"

"Although this "Seventeen Posts" is very likely to be true, there is a greater chance that it was written by a talented person like Mr. Du. For safety reasons, I gave up on this word!"

Mr. Wang put away the magnifying glass and said with a smile: "Mr. Niu, if you like it, you can try it."

Mr. Niu quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "One hundred million, buying this calligraphy is really a big gamble. No matter how rich my family is, I would not dare to play like this."

As he spoke, Mr. Niu pointed to the calligraphy written by Du Hao and said: "If I had to choose, I would rather buy this Du Xiaoyou's calligraphy for my collection. In my opinion, his writing style is closer to Mr. Wang Xizhi. "

Many juniors looked at Mr. Niu in shock.

To be able to make Mr. Niu make such a comment, how could this young man be an ordinary person? !

Isn't it just Mr. Niu? Several other old men also nodded.

Although they knew that the "Seventeen Posts" in Fujiwara's hand might be Wang Xizhi's original work, and that Du Hao's calligraphy had just been written, but if they looked carefully, Du Hao's handwriting was even more powerful. It's even more powerful!

If I have to say something, I can only say that the former is 99% close to Wang Xizhi's brushwork, and the latter is 99.9%!

After all, Wang Xizhi imitated Shengbei's characters, and Du Hao also imitated Shengbei's characters. The 0.9 difference is the difference between Dao Nian and Dao Yun!

Some good people hurried up to check, and some people took magnifying glasses to observe bit by bit, as if they wanted to find the difference between the two, but they shook their heads and sighed at everything they saw.

The fake is confused with the real!

Fujiwara's face turned green as he stood there.

Du Hao took the tea and took a calm sip: "Now, you won't think that I am still causing trouble, right?"

Mr. Wang was leaning on a cane with a smile on his face: "Brother Du's writing is very powerful and his writing skills are amazing. It's the old man who made a mistake!"

Mr. Niu also touched his head with little hair, rubbed his hands and smiled: "Yes, Brother Du has such skills, he will become rich with just one stroke in the future."

As the two elders expressed their opinions, people around them also expressed admiration and applause, full of emotion.

Damn it, we were talking to a master like that just now, it was blinding us!

With this kind of craftsmanship, you will definitely make a fortune in the future!

Whether you specialize in counterfeiting or become a famous calligrapher, it is a good choice!

Er Gouzi, who was sitting aside, saw Du Hao pretending to be awesome. He rolled his eyes and shouted to everyone: "What does this mean? Du Xiaozi has better calligraphy treasures than this at home. Keep these at his house." , it’s all rubbish.”

It had a loud voice, but now when it shouted, everyone in the entire antique store heard the sound and looked at Er Gouzi in shock.

If it had been put before Du Hao wrote, they would never believe Er Gouzi's nonsense.

But the astonishing strength shown by Du Hao shocked them, so much so that they all lost their minds in the shock.

"What?!"

"These calligraphy treasures are all rubbish?!"

"Is it possible that there are calligraphy and paintings more precious than this?!"

Du Hao frowned, wondering what kind of trouble this dog was going to do.

I saw Er Gouzi sitting there with his legs crossed. He took out a cigarette from somewhere and lit it.

Take a deep breath, hold your head high and spit it out, looking like a rich man.

Happy as a god!

Fireworks are generally strictly prohibited in places like antique shops. Offering incense is allowed, but smoking is not allowed. It will disturb the spirit and break the taboo.

But now everyone is concerned about the problem of Mo Bao. Who would care about such a trivial matter? They have long forgotten the rules of the antique street.

Er Gouzi was smoking a cigarette, his face full of vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were full of evil smiles: "What? You don't believe me? Don't talk about Du Xiaozi,

This emperor once used "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" as a stepping stone for his bed. This kind of thing is so watery! "

After finishing speaking, he finally said something in Cantonese...

Everyone's face twitched,

Why are you using Shanghehe during the Qingming Festival as a stepping stone...

The real Qingming River Scene is still in the National Museum...

It would be nice to use a fake as a backing up...

However, although they complained in their hearts, after seeing Du Hao's level, they really felt that his family had many treasures that were fake and real.

Du Hao frowned and ignored Er Gouzi.

Except for some young people, some people of the older generation are not as reckless as them.

Mr. Wang extended his hand to Du Hao with a warm look on his face: "Let me meet you. My name is Wang Zhizai. I am the dean of the School of History at Capital University. I specialize in antique appraisal."

Mr. Niu also extended his hand: "Niu Qianli, like Mr. Wang, I am also from Beijing University, but I am just an executive dean. I don't have any hobbies. I just like to mess with old things."

Seeing the second elder reaching out to Du Hao, many people were shocked.

You know, how many people want to make friends with Niu Lao and Wang Lao, but they can't even squeeze through the door.

This young man can become friends with these two authorities in the antique world just by writing a word...

It’s limitless!

Seeing this, Fujiwara couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and said coldly to Du Hao: "Even if your handwriting looks like Wang Xizhi's, it is still an imitation. It was written by you, Du Hao!"

"What is fake is still fake after all, and it can never be compared with the real thing."

"Besides, the thing I took from Hong Kong City worth 100 million yuan will be a fake! This is Wang Xizhi's calligraphy!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and nodded to the men beside him.

The subordinate received the signal and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master Teng's original copy of "Seventeen Posts" by Mr. Wang Xizhi is priced at 80 million! Buy it and leave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was in an uproar.

They didn't expect that Fujiwara would be willing to part with 80 million yuan. The point is that he just shouted a starting price of 100 million yuan!

These people all know in their hearts that Fujiwara cannot really buy "Seventeen Posts" for 100 million. There is definitely moisture in it.

You can see it from this kind of bargaining!

At the same time, they also vaguely felt that Fujiwara seemed to be really anxious to take action on this painting.

If it had been just now, they might have taken this opportunity to bid.

But now that Du Hao has this calligraphy, no one dares to buy this antique anymore.

They are really afraid that they will waste their money and buy a fake product!

Seeing this, Fujiwara frowned: "Sixty million, this is the lowest price!"

Tengliu, who was standing aside, held his forehead for a while.

My young master really doesn’t understand anything...

The lower the price you mark at this time, the more it proves that you are guilty...

Why bother……

And you still provoke Mr. Du like this. His strength is more than enough to kill ten of us...

well……

So angry...

Seeing that no one said anything, Du Hao chuckled and shook his head. He stepped forward and took the writing in Fujiwara's hand and said, "Let me tell you what's wrong with this writing."