Miss Reborn, She Became Popular After Scolding The Big Guys!

Xia Qingtian felt that countless eyes were focused on his back, most of them were watching the fun, some surprised, some scrutinized, some mocking or sighing.

Xia Qingtian ignored him and accompanied Grandpa Fang to the painting.

Grandpa Fang's eyes fell on the painting, and he remembered his grandfather and father. The bridge of his nose was sore, and the painting in front of him became blurred.

He finally saw this "Thousand Buddhas"...

I never imagined that I would have a chance to see it again before I die!

Here, with the help of treasure appraising ability, Xia Qingtian immediately found his own name hidden in the picture, along with the name of his beloved wife.

"Grandpa Fang." Xia Qingtian whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I don't know much about "Thousand Buddhas", is this picture drawn by the painter Zhang Yunhe?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can Zhang Yunhe be compared to the Immortal Sage Guangyuan?" Grandpa Fang looked at Xia Qingtian.

"But... look at the lotus seat..." Xia Qingtian said with a finger, "I saw that the pattern under the lotus was like a personal name, I thought..."

Grandpa Fang glanced down Xia Qingtian's fingertips, and instantly broke into a cold sweat, and he couldn't stand up.

In the end, Xia Qingtian supported Grandpa Fang's arm.

This time, Grandpa Fang did not avoid Xia Qingtian's hand, but held Xia Qingtian's arm firmly, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

The two turned their backs to the guests, and everyone didn't see the change in Grandpa Fang's expression, but the host saw it clearly.

After being so mixed up in this circle, the host naturally knows Fang Ye of Gu Xuanzhai, and even more about the origin of "Thousand Buddhas" and the Fang family.

To make Fang Ye show such a change in expression, the host suddenly felt a chill.

She immediately looked at the main seat on the third floor, raised her hand to touch the gemstone pendant on her chest, and touched the gemstone earring on her earlobe with her backhand.

"What's the matter? Is there a difference in the auction items?" The people sitting on the third floor frowned when they saw the password from the host.

This... shouldn't be.

"Lei Sanshao, this..." The man immediately looked back at the handsome man in the single room.

"Let's have the filming of "Thousand Buddhas" removed." Lei Sanshao said, "Please come to the third floor for a cup of tea."

"Yes." The man responded immediately and obeyed honestly.

Everyone was puzzled by the fact that the filming of "Thousand Buddhas" was stopped. Seeing that Xia Qingtian and Fang Ye were invited to the third floor, everyone was also very surprised.

However, this kind of surprise did not last long, because the host immediately launched the second hidden auction item: the two-color eagle head pot.

And when this two-color eagle head pot was on display and attracted everyone's attention, two men quietly left the table and withdrew from the auction with a serious look.

"Come here! Enemy! Hurry up! Help me!" Bai Yuqi was excited, but when he saw Gu Yaoyang getting up and going out, he immediately asked in confusion, "Enemy, where are you going?"

"You can shoot as much as you want, the part that exceeds 17.6 million is mine." After leaving such a sentence, Gu Yaoyang walked out of the single room with his long legs and went to the third floor.

"Damn! There is a guy of the opposite sex and inhumane!" Bai Yuqi snorted and wanted to scold a few more words, but after listening to the host's hammer, he immediately began to raise his hand to increase the price.

No matter who the enemy is, it's business to take a photo of the two-color eagle head pot and make the old man happy!

On this side, Xia Qingtian and Grandpa Fang were [invited] to the third floor.

Only then did Xia Qingtian realize that the furnishings and decorations on the third floor were far more magnificent and concealed than those she glanced at by the stairs before.

Grandpa Fang has seen the big world, and his face is not very good at the moment.

Not because of being invited to the third floor, but because the picture he was going to exchange with his entire net worth was actually painted by Zhang Yunhe.

He himself can be regarded as a dying year. In this life, he still doesn't know if he can see that painting before he dies, and whether he can bring it back to Fang's house before he dies.

After entering the main hall on the third floor, Xia Qingtian saw two people.

The older one was in his early forties, dressed in a suit, with well-combed hair, a round face with splayed eyebrows, a slumped nose and a big mouth, and two small pits on his face, like a pear vortex.

It looked a little festive.

Younger, in his early twenties, dressed in relatively casual clothes, with handsome features, drinking tea.

At a glance, you can see which of the two has the right to speak.

"Master Fang, I haven't seen you for some days, but your body is still tough?" As expected, the young man seemed to be familiar with Grandpa Fang as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Lei Sanshao." Grandpa Fang also called out and said, "Tor Lei Fu, it's reasonable."

"You are an old senior in the antiques world. I respect your character and trust your eyes." Lei Sanshao's expression was indifferent, and he spoke with a vague Beijing accent: "Thank you for your hard work. Appreciation."

As soon as Lei Sanshao finished speaking, someone had already unfolded the "Thousand Buddhas".

"I'm old and useless, and these eyes... are no longer good." Grandpa Fang smiled and shook his head and said, "If it wasn't for the sunny reminder, I probably wouldn't have noticed it."

After Grandpa Fang finished speaking, he pointed to the pattern under the lotus seat in the painting.

Seeing this, Lei Sanshao and the round-faced man's faces immediately became ugly.

"It's actually an imitation of Zhang Yunhe." Lei Sanshao frowned: "It seems that our inspectors were negligent."

"Zhang Yunhe has always been a master of imitation painting. Even if he gets it in front of the deity, he can't tell the difference. It's no wonder the Lei family."

All painters in general are proud of their own style of painting and are proud of their unique style.

But this Yunhe is different, he likes to imitate other people's paintings, and he has to paint exactly the same.

Not only did he imitate the paintings, but even the seals on the paintings, or the notes inscribed by the predecessors, he had to imitate them exactly.

He also stubbornly likes to paint with his name, which gives the only way for future generations to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

"Anyway, this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed at the Lei Family auction." Lei Sanshao got up and walked over to the painting.

Before Grandpa Fang and Xia Qingtian could react, they dropped the knife and destroyed the painting.

"His..." Xia Qingtian twitched in distress as he saw the two million paintings with room for appreciation being destroyed like this.

The last time I was so distressed was when a flight attendant poured a glass of Coke on her 800,000 limited bag on the plane.

After returning to the painting, Lei San Shao casually handed out the knife in his hand, then turned back and glanced at Xia Qingtian coldly.

There was murder in those eyes!

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