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"Did you pick up the leak? Lin Hao, you don't have a fever, do you?"

Hearing what Lin Hao said, Liu Yuwei stretched out her hand and put it on Lin Hao's forehead.

"Yuwei, don't make trouble, I'm serious."

"Lin Hao, the paintings in Lao Han's shop are all fake. Besides, didn't you say that the painting you have has been auctioned off in Baodao?"

"No, the picture in my hand is actually real."

"Authentic? Could it be that the one auctioned by Baodao is fake?"

"No." Lin Hao shook his head and said, "The one auctioned by Baodao is also real."

Liu Yuwei was speechless for a while, "Lin Hao, are you really feeling unwell? How can there be two authentic paintings in one painting?"

"Boom!"

At this moment, a thunder exploded.

"Crash!"

Heavy rain poured down from the night sky in Kamigahama.

Liu Yuwei didn't care to ask any more questions. She quickly took out the poncho she had prepared and put it on Lin Hao. Then she took out the largest poncho and covered the gas tank on the tricycle and other things.

"Yuwei, be careful not to get it wet, and remember to hug the painting so it doesn't get wet."

Lin Hao turned around and gave instructions while pedaling the tricycle hard.

Liu Yuwei nodded, hurriedly covering herself in a red poncho and holding the painting in her arms.

"call!"

The weather in Kamigahama is really weird and unpredictable. The wind has finally calmed down just now, but now there is lightning, thunder and heavy rain, and the wind is blowing again.

The branches and leaves of the surrounding trees were blown back, and several trash cans on both sides of the street were blown down. The garbage was scattered all over the ground. The sanitation workers must have been busy.

At this time, Lin Hao's tricycle driving skills came in handy.

At this time, many people riding bicycles were unable to move on the streets and could only get off their bicycles and push them along with difficulty. However, Lin Hao braved the wind and pushed his tricycle tenaciously in the wind and rain.

"Proficiency +2!"

"Proficiency +3!"

In the past few days, Lin Hao rode a tricycle every day when going out and closing the stalls, and his tricycle driving skills have reached the intermediate level.

Facing the wind and rain, Lin Hao's proficiency with tricycles is also increasing in an orderly manner. At the same time, the old tricycle under his feet is also moving forward tenaciously.

...

Twenty minutes later.

"Crack!"

The security door opened, and Lin Hao and Liu Yuwei stumbled back home carrying gas tanks, insulated boxes and other large and small bags.

Lin Hao had been riding in the rain just now. Even with a poncho, he was soaked. His T-shirt was stuck directly to his body, and his short hair was wet and stuck to his scalp. It was not clear whether it was sweat or rain.

Liu Yuwei was well protected behind Lin Hao, and she didn't get wet.

Putting down what she was doing, Liu Yuwei hurried to the bathroom, took out a towel, and helped Lin Hao dry her hair.

"Okay Yuwei, stop working, it doesn't matter to me."

Lin Hao grabbed Liu Yuwei's hand and said with a smile.

Liu Yuwei's cheeks turned red, but she let Lin Hao hold her hand.

It was raining heavily and windy at this time, and the room should have been cool, but it seemed to be 'heating up'.

"Huh? By the way, that painting of yours!" Liu Yuwei suddenly slapped her forehead, took a step back, ran to the door and hugged the incubator.

"You asked me not to let the painting get wet, so I just stuffed it into the incubator."

Taking the painting from Liu Yuwei, Lin Hao smiled and touched her head, "It's a good idea to leave it to you."

"That's right!" Liu Yuwei chuckled, showing two small fangs.

"Hey, by the way, Lin Hao, at that time you said this painting was real, is it real or fake?" Liu Yuwei blinked and asked again.

Lin Hao laughed: "What's true or false? It's like a tongue twister."

As he spoke, Lin Hao carefully peeled off the plastic sheet wrapped around the painting, took a red cloth from home and placed it on the table, and then carefully opened the "Birds".

"Yuwei, did you know? Even if it is the same painting, there is not necessarily only one authentic painting." Lin Hao looked at the bird record in front of him and said suddenly.

"Of course there is only one authentic piece. Could it be that the artist who painted this painting painted two identical paintings?" Liu Yuwei asked with a frown.

"Yuwei, when it comes to Chinese ink painting, many people may not know that there is an old craft called dismantling painting."

Lin Hao did not beat around the bush and said directly: "In the early years, the framer could peel off the paper of a painting. Because the cooked rice paper used for painting was relatively thick, a painting could be peeled into two or three parts. A good painter can draw a painting that is lifelike and can see through the back of the paper. Even if the drawing paper is split into thin parts, it still looks almost the same through the back of the paper."

At this point, Lin Hao stopped talking.

Liu Yuwei's pupils dilated, "You mean, this "The Record of Chickens" was also broken into several copies, and one copy fell into our hands?"

Lin Hao corrected helplessly: "It's "Birds"... As for this painting, if I didn't misunderstand it, it is indeed what you said."

"Then aren't we getting rich?" Liu Yuwei almost jumped up: "Why can't a genuine painting cost millions?"

Lin Hao rolled her eyes and said, "You don't know much about calligraphy and painting. Although in everyone's eyes, calligraphy and painting often cost millions, they are all old paintings. Mr. Wang Xuetao is a modern master, and his paintings can be You can’t get such a high price.”

After a pause, he continued: "The price of this painting Baodao was 800,000. I think the ink color of the painting we have is slightly lighter. It should be the bottom layer of the paper. It cannot be sold at such a high price. The price, but it should still be around 500,000.”