I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

In the entire hall, nearly half of the people were attracted by Hu Muzhi's words.

As for the other half, it was because they were too far apart that they couldn't see the specific situation of the word clearly.

But the half of them looked at the crowd leaning in front of the stage, and they all crowded forward as if to join in the fun.

There was already a wall of people in front of him, and he couldn't squeeze in at all.

Ten minutes passed.

One of the staff members was a little sour because he kept raising his hand to hold the calligraphy and painting, so he put his hand down subconsciously.

Just such a small move.

All the people in the front row who were concentrating on appreciating calligraphy frowned.

Immediately, he raised his eyes and looked at the staff member.

Feeling the eyes that were trying to eat people below, the staff was shocked and cheered up.

Twenty minutes passed.

The two staff members kept maintaining the same posture, they couldn't take it anymore, they turned their heads to look at Wang Chengfeng as if asking for help.

You can't hold it like this all the time, right? There is no time limit, when is the head?

Seeing this, Wang Chengfeng coughed lightly, hoping to remind everyone that it was almost done.

However, everyone in the audience didn't seem to hear it.

In the end, Xu Anhua was the first to come back to his senses.

He looked reluctantly away from the words, and said to the human wall behind him: "Everyone, let me go, let me go out.

Hearing that Xu Anhua was going out, everyone made way.

But there is only one way out.

Xu Anhua squeezed out of the crowd, came to the stage, looked at Wang Chengfeng with a grumbling expression, and said, "Chengfeng, you are not being kind."

"This Hu Muzhi's calligraphy is so high-level, you didn't tell me in advance. 35

"Old Xu, ask yourself, before you saw Hu Muzhi's calligraphy, I told you that there was a young man whose calligraphy skills were much higher than yours and mine. Would you believe it? Wang Chengfeng asked.

Listening to Wang Chengfeng's question, Xu Anhua nodded slightly.

Indeed, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that this was calligraphy that young people could write.

"By the way, what about the Hu Muzhi people?" Xu Anhua glanced around the stage and didn't find Hu Muzhi, so he asked.

"I've already left." Wang Chengfeng replied.

"Leave"?" Xu Anhua was taken aback.

"Yes." Wang Chengfeng nodded and said, "Muzhi expected this to happen, so he left first."

"Young people don't like to be in the limelight, it's rare." Xu Anhua muttered to himself, and then asked Wang Chengfeng.

"Chengfeng, such a young calligrapher, how did you meet him?

"This is a long story." Wang Chengfeng said.

"It's okay, I have time, you can speak slowly." Xu Anhua was very interested in Hu Muzhi at this time.

Wang Chengfeng probably told Xu Anhua about the first time he saw Hu Muzhi's works, and then Hu Muzhi gave him his own calligraphy and painting.

After hearing the whole story, Xu Anhua turned his gaze to Lin Wentai.

Seeing this, Lin Wentai immediately understood the other party's intention, and continued: "Lao Xu, I advise you to die, and I will not sell that 'Tomorrow will be better'."5

"30w Hong Kong dollars." Xu Anhua said rudely.

"I won't sell it for 300w." Lin Wentai said angrily: "But you can discuss it with President Wang. He also has a Hu Muzhi work in his hand."

"Wentai, that is the gift that Muzhi gave me on my 80th birthday, do you think I might sell it?" Wang Chengfeng asked.

Seeing that neither of them had any intention of making a move, Xu Anhua couldn't help but think of the calligraphy that Hu Muzhi splashed ink on today, and said, "Chengfeng, Wentai, you two are familiar with Hu Muzhi, help me ask, he is here today. Is there any intention to write this word?"5

Regarding Xu Anhua's request, Wang Chengfeng did not directly refuse, but asked: "Old Xu, what is the highest price you can offer?

Xu Anhua thought for a moment and said, "I can accept it within 80w."

"Okay, I'll help you ask when I look back." Wang Chengfeng agreed.

While the two were chatting, Han Tianfeng also came to the stage.

As soon as he came over, he looked around the stage and found that Hu Muzhi was not there, so he said to Lin Wentai, "Wentai, where is Hu Muzhi? 35

"Leave early." Lin Wentai replied.

"Let's go?" Han Tianfeng was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't say anything more. He turned and walked off the stage to find his granddaughter, Han Ling.

"Granddaughter, do you have the contact information for that Hu Muzhi?" Han Tianfeng asked.

"Grandpa, I've only known that eldest brother for a day, where do you get the contact information?" Han Ling shook his head and said, "But this eldest brother is really amazing, and a single word actually attracted so many people watching. 359

"It's not just amazing, it can already be described as amazing." Han Tianfeng said.

"Grandpa, who are you better than him?" Han Ling asked curiously.

"Grandpa is ashamed. 35 Han Tianfeng said truthfully.

"Let me tell you this, grandpa's calligraphy skills can still be achieved by hard work, but Hu Muzhi's calligraphy skills can no longer be achieved by hard work.

"It is no exaggeration to say that his calligraphy level has reached a level that all calligraphy lovers cannot reach in their entire lives.

Hearing Han Tianfeng's comments on Hu Muzhi, Han Ling said with a stunned expression, "Big brother is so powerful."

Hu Muzhi didn't know about the onlookers at the calligraphy exchange meeting.

Because at this moment, he has come to Hollywood Road.

Just as Hu Muzhi was shopping in the antique shop, the big brother in his hand rang loudly.

Hu Muzhi picked it up and answered.

"Mr. Hu." Tong Fan's voice came from the microphone.

|| Mr. Tong. ' Hu Muzhi responded.

"I didn't bother you to participate in this calligraphy exchange meeting?" Tong Fan first asked politely.

"No." Hu Muzhi said, "Is something wrong?"

"Are you free tonight? I want to invite you to dinner." Tong Fan said.

Thinking that I still owe the other party 10w5,000 yuan, I can just take advantage of the dinner time to return the money.

So Hu Muzhi did not refuse: "I am free."

"Mr. Hu, do you like Chinese food or Western food?" Tong Fan asked.

"I'm not particular about what I eat," Hu Muzhi replied.

"If that's the case, then at 6 o'clock in the evening, the Mandarin Hotel is closer to you. 35 Tong Fan said.

"Okay. Hu Muzhi answered and was about to hang up.

suddenly--

Hu Muzhi thought of one thing, so he said: "Mr. Tong, do you have your own antique shop in Xiangjiang?""

"Why does Mr. Hu ask such a question? 35' Tong Fan let out a startle.

"You collected so much hardwood furniture from Lin Yuehong before, so it's impossible to keep all of them for yourself, right?" Hu Muzhi asked back.

"Indeed." Tong Fan said with a smile: "My antique shop is located on Mo (Li Zhaozhao) Luo Street.

Morro Street, between Queen's Road West and Hollywood Road.

The reason why it is called this name is because in the early days of the opening of the port of Xiangjiang, many sailors and soldiers from the Curry Country liked to gather here to sell goods.

At that time, people in Hong Kong liked to call the curry people "Moruocha", so this street was called Mora Street.

From 1920 to 1930, it has been a thrift market.

The antiques it sells, in addition to expensive works of art, also have other miscellaneous goods, which is a good place for treasure hunters who love nostalgic items.

However, unlike Hollywood Road, the antiques sold on Moro Street are mainly silk carpets and Chinese furniture!

"Can I visit your store?" Hu Muzhi asked.

"Of course." Tong Fan did not refuse and told Hu Muzhi his store name.

After Hu Muzhi wrote down the store name, he hung up the phone.

The reason why he went to Tong Fan's antique shop was mainly because the information robbery of the man in the hospital warehouse car could not be obtained from the other party's mouth.

Then find clues through contact with each other.