Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Fujiwara originally wanted to snatch the word back, but when he heard Du Hao say there was something wrong with the word, he crossed his arms and said coldly: "Do you understand?"

If he had asked this before, maybe someone would have compounded it based on his identity as the young master of the Teng family, but now Du Hao's words have proven everything, he really understands!

Wang Niu and Wang Niu also came up and asked Du Hao, "Brother Du, tell me, what's the problem with this word?"

Mr. Niu asked doubtfully: "There is really no problem with the strokes. Is it the paper or the pen and ink? It shouldn't be. These are more precious things than the four things you want."

Du Hao stepped back a little, coughed lightly, and said while holding the words: "Everyone knows that Wang Xizhi's "Seventeen Posts" was written from the third year of Yonghe to the fifth year of Shengping, a period of fourteen years."

"And Mr. Wang has never paid attention to the paper quality in his calligraphy throughout his life. He can write on paper worth a thousand gold coins or a few copper coins."

"This "Seventeen Posts" was originally a letter, but it was written on such good paper. This is the first and biggest doubt."

When everyone suddenly realized, Du Hao continued to point out:

"As for this ink, I believe many people can tell that it is better than the thousand-year-old ink. This kind of ink was also very rare in Mr. Wang's era. This is the second doubt."

"As for the third doubt..."

Du Hao chuckled, pointed to the seal below, and said to everyone: "Most people may not be able to see it, but people with certain experience should be able to see the problem with this seal."

Hearing Du Hao talk about the third doubt, Mr. Wang Niu quickly took out a magnifying glass and looked at the seal.

Everyone was also very puzzled. What was suspicious about this seal?

"Aw! Du, boy, you'd better tell me!" Er Gouzi looked a little anxious on the side, as if he really wanted to see Du Hao show off.

Du Hao smiled slightly, and at this moment, Wang Niu's expression changed drastically, and he said with a look of shock: "This is..."

"That's right." Du Hao nodded: "This seal was put on later, and there is a difference of hundreds of years from the date of this inscription!"

After everyone heard this, they all nodded their heads when they saw Wang Niu and others, and they were all shocked.

It took hundreds of years for a piece of writing to be sealed?

How can it be!

And this text is still a letter!

Fujiwara was a little reluctant to give up: "So what? It's possible that this was Wang Xizhi's original manuscript, but he didn't send it out later, and let future generations take it out and stamp it?"

"It is indeed possible." Du Hao nodded calmly and did not deny Fujiwara's words.

"But, look at this." As he spoke, he touched the calligraphy and painting lightly, and the whole calligraphy seemed to form water, with constant ripples.

But in the eyes of everyone, the painting suddenly blurred, and then a signature appeared next to the seventeen posts!

This signature has only one word——

Holy!

The words of Shengbei!

Only those who understand Shengbei's thoughts can point out Shengbei's signature!

Many people are a little confused when they see this holy word.

Who is this person?

Who is called a saint?

Could it be the emperor at that time?

Wang Niu and Wang Niu were also a little confused and looked at Du Hao one after another.

They didn't even see how this word came out, it was clearly not there just now.

Du Hao said slowly: "This is a word left by a friend of mine. It is not easy to see his real name. A special method must be used to reveal the signature."

Regardless of whether these people believe it or not, they would have never imagined that Du Hao could reveal words with just a touch of his hand!

"Is this... is it a forgery made using ancient methods?" Mr. Wang suddenly exclaimed about this.

Many people looked at Mr. Wang and asked what this ancient forgery was.

Mr. Wang seemed to have discovered a new world: "After writing it down, I used a special method to hide the original characters themselves, and then used old-fashioned techniques to make the calligraphy and painting look older."

“Although the later stage is similar to normal distressing,

But in the middle process, you must be careful every step, otherwise it will not only affect the entire calligraphy and painting itself, but also may cause the words you want to hide to be exposed! "

He frowned and touched the word "holy" on it: "Presumably the person who made the fake is also a master. Otherwise, how could he make the fake so authentic!"

"And this person has mastered this ancient method of making fakes. Not only in the past, but even now, he can be very prosperous in the antique world."

"It's just that I've never heard of anyone who likes to call themselves saints..."

Mr. Wang said his point of view, and at the same time looked at Du Hao and asked: "Brother Du, does what I said make sense?"

Du Hao smiled slightly and said nothing.

Nonsense, let him admit that this word is false?

But this word is actually true!

It was really written by that bastard Sheng Bei in the era of Wang Xizhi...

However, Shengbei deliberately concealed his traces and left no trace in the world. Even if he stayed, not many people knew its value.

Du Hao clicked on the calligraphy and said: "Although this calligraphy is good, if you spend 60 million, it will obviously be a big loss."

Everyone nodded in unison, Fujiwara looked ugly, and one of his subordinates was even more embarrassed.

No one thought that this was really a fake.

This is really a huge blow to the reputation of their antique shop!

Wang Zhizai cupped his hands and smiled: "Brother Du is indeed very wise. It's my fault. I thought you were an ignorant child just now. Now it seems that I am the ignorant one."

Niu Qianli also nodded repeatedly: "I'm old, I'm old, I can't even tell whether the baby is real or fake."

Du Hao still had a faint smile on his face: "You two are overly praised, the authorities are just confused."

Seeing Du Hao's humble appearance, everyone's favorable impression of him increased a lot, and they also despised Fujiwara.

How about the young master of the Teng family, just using fake products to deceive others?

People kindly point out that this is a fake, but you still make things difficult for them!

Isn't it just some expensive pen and ink? And they use that rubbish pen and ink to fool people.

How ridiculous!

When Fujiwara saw the looks in everyone's eyes, he was ready to vomit blood.

Mom sells batches, I am the real owner of this store!

How the hell can you believe what this young boy says!

This is really authentic...

Please, buy it...

Just as Fujiwara looked at Du Hao angrily, Niu Qianli, who was standing aside, suddenly asked: "Brother Du, do you have any plans to take action on this painting you wrote?"

He rubbed his hands and his eyes reflected: "Hey, if you plan to take action, please make it easier for me and let me buy it."

"Don't worry, the price will definitely satisfy you. When I do business, I won't brag or be slanderous!"

Wang Zhizai glanced at Niu Qianli and smiled slightly: "How much do you plan to buy?"

"How much? Two hundred thousand!"

"Damn! Old Niu, two hundred thousand? Why don't you go and grab it! Brother Du, I'll pay you five hundred thousand for this calligraphy!"

"Damn it! You old stick is trying to bully me in everything, even if you do this. I have to fight with you today! Brother Du, I'll pay you 700,000!"

"Eight hundred thousand!"

"Nine hundred thousand!"

"one million!"

"Deal!" Niu Qianli chuckled and looked at Wang Zhizai, while he put his hands behind his back as if the old god was there.

Seeing that he had been tricked, Wang Zhi was so angry that he almost slapped himself.

Although this calligraphy by Du Hao is old, it is not an antique after all, so it is impossible to command a sky-high price of one million!

Seeing Wang Zhizai like this, Du Hao smiled calmly and said, "Mr. Wang, you don't have to care about the money, just pay a friendship price."

Wang Zhizai smiled awkwardly: "Indeed, if Brother Du can get such a precious jade bottle cup, he must be a person who is either rich or noble."

"Let's see, 800,000, which is 300,000 higher than the market price of the calligraphy master's calligraphy, so I can make you a friend, Brother Du."

"It's an honor." Du Hao said warmly.

Soon, 800,000 in cash was directly transferred to Du Hao's card.

Er Gouzi was a little puzzled. He raised his head to Wang Niu and asked, "By the way, why did you buy Du Xiaozi's calligraphy?"

The second elder is also a little curious about this husky and doesn't know why it can talk.

However, thinking that Du Hao was a strange person, he didn't ask any more questions and explained to it with a smile: "The word "Brother Du" can be completely fake and real, even more realistic than Fujiwara's one."

"No matter how much Fujiwara actually buys, 50 million is definitely not less. And with my connections, if I do a little processing and put it up for auction here in the capital, I can easily earn tens of millions."

“A good deal!”

The two elders sang and explained to Er Gouzi, forcing both Du Hao and Er Gouzi to be stunned.

One person and one dog took a breath of cold air, sighing secretly...

What a cunning old man!

Fujiwara next to him was so heartbroken that he almost tore the writing in his hand out of hatred.

It’s okay to be bullied by Du Hao in Nanzhou. Why am I still bullied by him in my own territory...

He suddenly had the urge to go back to the Teng family to find his mother...

"That's right." Du Hao turned to look at Fujiwara and said to him: "I forgot to tell you, this friend of mine has been dead for two or three years. If Master Fujiwara, you don't mind holding the relics of a dead person. , then you can help me keep it for now."

A dead man's... relic?

Damn it! ! !

After hearing this, Fujiwara's face turned pale: "What do you mean?"

Du Hao shrugged: "It's nothing. My friend just told me before he died that he asked me to help him collect all his things and burn them for him. But if you like it so much, Mr. Teng, then I won't force you to do it." alright."

"Young Master Teng, please be careful. This calligraphy is one of his rare efforts in his life. Be careful when I come to find you at night..."

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be afraid, just...

What a friend of Du Xuanyu! How could it be an ordinary ghost!

Just thinking about the evil god coming out of Nanzhou's secret realm was enough to scare him.

If something goes wrong again...

Without thinking, he directly threw the words in his hand to Du Hao.

Tengliu looked at his young master and kept sighing.

That’s all, let’s just think of it as a lesson to my young master, to save money and avoid disaster...

At the same time, at the junction of Nanzhou and Xianyang, in the underground palace.

"Ah sneeze!"

Emperor Shengbei, who was sleeping soundly on the jade bed, suddenly sneezed and woke up.

Sheng Bei frowned, sat up and shook his head: "It feels like Du Xuanyu is scolding me..."

ps: Can you please allow me to take a day off tomorrow? I have a high fever and my eyes are filled with tears after writing this chapter...