My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

"A friend of mine bought this at an auction before. Judging from the material and style, it should be a work from the Tang and Song Dynasties, but we really don't know who the owner of this work is."

Zhao Guofeng introduced and continued: "Actually, many of my works are like this. I don't necessarily know the origin. For example, for those porcelains, I only know the dynasty, but I don't know the specific history."

Antique collections represent a spiritual connection that spans hundreds or even thousands of years.

Therefore, Zhao Guofeng did not insist on knowing the source.

"Speaking of which, Yang Feng, you seem to know a lot about antiques. Why don't you help my dad find out whose painting this is?"

Zhao Zhuwei remembered Yang Feng's scene at the auction.

Can't help but have confidence in him.

But after Zhao Guofeng heard this, he immediately said: "Don't talk nonsense. There is no historical record of this kind of painting, and the preservation of the signature is incomplete. At best, you can only appreciate it, and it is impossible to find the source."

"Ah, I just knew~"

Only then did Zhao Zhuwei realize that she had said the wrong thing.

Yang Feng actually laughed and said, "Maybe."

"Ah? Xiaofeng, don't listen to this girl's nonsense. I have asked many people to identify this painting. Except for some miscellaneous features, there is really not much information to judge."

Zhao Guofeng was afraid that Yang Feng would not be able to come to Taiwan.

But Yang Feng knew that the fact that this painting had such a strong aura showed that it was not simple.

If we use pupil techniques to trace the origin, we may be able to know the details.

Zhao Guofeng was not a stingy person. Seeing that Yang Feng was so interested, he simply took out the painting for Yang Feng.

Yang Feng touched it with one hand, and then stared at the lines of the painting.

This is an ink painting, in which a person stands on a cliff, looking up to the sky and composing a poem.

This man was dressed in long clothes and looked a bit free and easy.

Yang Feng's eyes continued to trace the source.

Until finally, a picture appeared in his mind.

It was a drawing of a figure.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the painting in front of him in disbelief.

"how is this possible!?"

Yang Feng's eyes widened immediately, and his incredible look made Zhao Guofeng next to him very strange.

Even Zhao Zhuwei was confused, what happened to Yang Feng suddenly?

At this time, Yang Feng slowly picked up the painting and finally looked at the missing corner carefully.

There are still four words left in that corner.

It should have been a poem, but due to the passage of time, the two words have become blurred, and the remaining two identifiable words should mean "Qin Lai".

"Is there anything wrong with this painting?"

Zhao Guofeng asked strangely.

Yang Feng took a deep breath and said: "This painting is not the work of a famous artist. Although its painting skills are very good, the real key to this work are these few words."

"These words?"

Zhao Guofeng looked at those words, then shook his head and said: "We have also asked someone to identify this, but we can't find the source."

"They are too cowardly to admit it."

Yang Feng squinted his eyes.

Zhao Guofeng listened more and more strangely and asked quickly: "Xiao Feng, what do you mean by this..."

"This is Li Taibai's handwriting."

"what?!!!"

This time, it’s not just Zhao Guofeng.

Even Zhao Zhuwei looked at Yang Feng in disbelief.

"Don't...don't talk nonsense..."

Zhao Zhuwei's heart trembled.

Who is Li Taibai?

Throughout China's thousands of years of history, they have been called immortals of poetry.

For a person with such a status in the literary world, only one original work is known to have been left behind. How could it reappear?

Yang Feng seemed to sense the surprise of the two of them, and said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous. Although this painting is Li Taibai's handwriting, it is not from his hand. It should be copied by future generations."

These words made both of them calm down slightly.

But even so, they still felt incredible.

"Even so, it is still a treasure, but how dare you be so sure?"

Zhao Guofeng was confused.

He was a little unconvinced.

Although I know that Yang Feng may have great insights into antiques.

However, I have had this painting authenticated countless times, and no one dared to say that it was Li Taibai's calligraphy.

Yang Feng laughed and said: "This is actually not difficult. Find a way to restore it based on the words on it, and then compare the handwriting with other handed down works, and you should have the result."

In fact, even so.

Yang Feng was still a little shocked.

He is indeed a poet of his generation.

Even copied works can leave such aura.

Zhao Guofeng was already extremely happy at this time, and immediately said: "I will ask my friend to confirm it right away."

He was already a little excited at this time.

If I say that I accidentally bought something, it really has Li Taibai's handwriting on it.

Then the artistic conception of this work is completely different.

More importantly, this probably means that the poet painted by the artist is Li Taibai!

This painting is from the Tang and Song Dynasties. Although I don’t know the details, people of that era will definitely know Li Taibai’s appearance more accurately.

In other words, this painting is likely to be of historical significance!

Thinking of this, Zhao Guofeng became even more excited.

Yang Feng didn't say any more, but continued to look at the other antiques in the collection room.

Among the hundreds of things here, only a dozen of them have spiritual energy, and many of them have less spiritual energy.

It seems that the probability of finding an antique with spiritual energy is very low.

After looking at the things, several people also walked out of the collection room.

Qiu Yuexiang outside had already prepared tea.

The three of them sat down at the coffee table in the hall.

At this moment, the doorbell rang outside the door.

Then Zhao Guofeng asked the nanny to open the door.

A man in his 50s rushed in hurriedly.

"Old Zhao! That painting of yours! Is it still there!?"

The man was anxious and excited.

He is Zhao Guofeng's friend Lu Jinhong, who is also a famous collector in Jiangcheng.

Seeing his look, Zhao Guofeng seemed to notice something in his heart and asked: "Old Lu, what are you..."

"Really! It's true!"

Lu Jinhong put down what he was holding and unfolded it to find a piece of calligraphy.

He compared it with the photo Zhao Guofeng sent him and said excitedly: "It's unmistakable. This is definitely Li Taibai's handwriting. And the poem above, if Li Taibai is used as a clue, I also found his handwriting." Original verse.”

"I'm drunk and sleepy, please go ahead. Do you want to bring me Qin tomorrow morning?"

Zhao Guofeng seemed to have reacted.

"That's right, that's it!"

Lu Jinhong said, and quickly asked: "By the way, which expert helped you figure it out? Is he gone? Can I see him?"

Rather than discovering Li Taibai's handwriting, he wanted to know what kind of expert could actually recognize this work.

This man must be a master in the antique world!