You, a junk collector, actually rejected the school beauty? !

This is it!!! He hurriedly put his face in front of the screen, almost touching it. "It can't be wrong! It can't be wrong! The composition method implied in it is exactly the same as the painting treasured in the museum!" Ma Wenjun muttered to himself, shocked. He didn't care to look at it anymore, and immediately exited the interface and called his boss. Beep---No one answered. Ma Wenjun was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. After hanging up, he called WeChat again. "Hurry up and answer the phone! Something big happened!" Ma Wenjun muttered to himself and paced in place. Still no one answered. Ma Wenjun was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He called again.

Still no one answered.

"This old bastard, he always carries his mobile phone with him, why can't I get through tonight!"

Ma Wenjun was anxious and angry, and hung up the phone angrily. After thinking about it, he called his boss's wife.

The call was quickly connected.

Ma Wenjun couldn't wait to say: "Hello, sister-in-law, I'm looking for Brother Wang, but I can't get through to him. Please hand him the phone. I have something important to discuss with him!"

"Oh, okay, Lao Wang, Xiao Ma said he has something to talk to you about, and it sounds urgent..."

There was only a sound of footsteps.

Then Wang Feihong's voice came from the phone.

"Xiao Ma, what's the matter? I still have to tutor my child. This child didn't pass the exam this time. I don't know why his mother and I are both professors, so why is his study so bad..."

Tutoring homework for so long?

Ma Wenjun felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Brother Wang, put aside your studies, I have something important to tell you!"

"...What is it?"

Wang Feihong hadn't finished complaining when he was interrupted and asked with little interest.

Ma Wenjun took a deep breath and said, "Brother Wang, do you still remember Shen Bicheng and Shen Liancheng?"

Wang Feihong was distracted and stretched out a finger to touch the child's head to remind him to remember. He was caught off guard when he heard this. He poked the child with force and almost fell down.

"Fuck, who were you talking about just now!!!"

Listening to the sudden increase in the volume on the phone, Ma Wenjun rubbed his ears and repeated, "Shen Bicheng and Shen Liancheng, the masters of copying who made a sensation during the Republic of China! I just found the paintings they copied..."

"Wait, where did you find it? No, where are the paintings? Bring the paintings here immediately!"

Wang Feihong was so shocked that his voice broke!

"Forget it, where are you now? I'll come right over..."

He turned and walked towards the door, changing shoes and opening the door in a series of actions very quickly.

Ma Wenjun heard the sound of the door opening and said anxiously: "Brother Wang, the painting is not here. I saw it in Su An's live broadcast room. Su An, do you remember that young man I often mentioned to you? He said before that he would let you meet when he had time. Shen Bicheng's copy of the painting was found in his live broadcast room. I have only seen one painting so far, and the painting technique is exactly the same as the one in the museum! According to him, there is another copy of Shen Liancheng's painting."

"Another one? Quickly push the prestige of Su An and the live broadcast room to me!"

Wang Feihong certainly remembered Su An. Several collections in the museum, especially the pair of pigs, were half-sold and half-given by Su An! He had a good impression of Su An. He originally thought that he would have a chance to get to know him, but he didn't expect that this opportunity would come so soon!

Soon, he added Su An according to the information given by Ma Wenjun, and immediately entered Su An's live broadcast room.

As soon as he entered the live broadcast room.

A grand landscape painting appeared in front of him.

Wang Feihong took off his glasses, exhaled a breath of white air, and then rubbed the lenses on his clothes. When he put them on, he squinted his eyes slightly, and his whole face was almost stuck to the screen.

"Really! It's so real!"

Wang Feihong felt very happy at first glance.

But after a few glances, he felt something was wrong.

His slightly turbid eyes revealed sharpness, and he carefully looked at the whole painting. After seeing a very difficult to detect composition method, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes that were sore from concentration, put the phone away from his sight, called Ma Wenjun again, and said directly: "Where is Su An now? Send me his address immediately. I want to go and see it myself. If it is really the painting of those two, then we must recover the painting!"

"He is now in the summer resort hotel on Qinglu Mountain in Nanjiang City next door. It will take at least four hours to get there now."

"Time is not

"No problem, you go out now, we go together!"

"No problem!"

The two agreed to meet at a place and planned to go together.

In the summer hotel.

Su An stood in front of Wang Shimin's painting, and there were many people around him.

Some people couldn't stand him and deliberately ridiculed him: "Hey, Su An, you look so seriously? Have you figured out the authenticity of this painting?"

Su An said lightly: "I have figured it out."

"You figured it out so quickly? Why, is this painting a fake painting again?"

The man raised his voice and continued to laugh.

His companion next to him smiled and said: "Oh, Lao Chen, do you still need to ask this? It must be fake?"

"Yes, Su An identified it, can there be a real one?"

"Oh, a group of us identified it as real, but Su An identified it as fake. It seems that we are all old and our eyesight is not good!"

"Haha, keep your voice down, be careful to be heard by his brainless fans, and spray you to death on the Internet! ”

“Oh, I’m so scared!”

Su An listened to the ridicule of these people, and laughed instead of getting angry: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t have good eyesight, just be self-aware, and you don’t have to be afraid, my fans are different from you, they are very well-educated.”

[Hahaha, cool!]

[That’s how it should be, this group of people claim to be high-ranking people in the upper class, and they are sarcastic as soon as they open their mouths, just like my boss. To deal with such people, you should just confront them directly!]

[I just like the anchor who can talk, I’m a fan!]

After Su An finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the few people who were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks became thick, and turned his head to look at the few people next to him who were bidding for Zheng Banqiao’s paintings.

At this time.

The bidding has reached a white-hot stage.

The price has been called up from the reserve price of 20 million to 28 million!

The people who bid have also gone from six at the beginning to only two now, one of whom is Tian Youcai.

“28.2 million! Brother, I like this painting very much. Don't fight for it. Give it to me. I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow!"

Tian Youcai ignored Zhao Jianbo's livid face and said to the middle-aged man who was bidding in a flattering manner.

The middle-aged man was wearing a neat suit and a big backcombed hair. He was dressed meticulously. He didn't look like he was here to escape the summer heat, but rather to go to work.

He glanced at Tian Youcai and said bluntly: "No! 28.5 million!"

"Oh my god!"

Tian Youcai didn't expect the other party to directly increase the price by 300,000. The desire to win in his heart was aroused all of a sudden, and he said: "29 million!"

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged: "29.5 million!"

Tian Youcai argued with him and immediately said: "30 million!"

When 30 million came out, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he decisively withdrew:

"Okay, this painting is yours, I quit."