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Songcheng City is located in the northwest of Tangzhou, about less than 100 kilometers away, so the car will arrive soon on the highway.
If it wasn't for Lang Jianbai's introduction, Mo Xiaoyu really didn't know that besides being a well-known tourist and cultural city in the whole country, Songcheng actually has another reason for being famous all over the country, and that is the base for counterfeiting antiques.
The group of people who cooperated with Lang Jianbai was also in Songcheng. At the beginning, everyone came here when they had something to do, but later, they simply bought a house in Songcheng and lived in Songcheng all year round.
Songcheng's position in the antique shop is like Beijing's position in the whole country. It has unshakable authority. As long as you give the model, the things here can be made for you, and from the blueprint to the old , are all one-stop services. At the beginning, foreigners were fooled, but now it is not easy to fool foreigners, so I have to improve my skills in order to confuse the real with the fake.
The most famous place in Songcheng is of course Antique Street, which also has a special name, Wadang Street. There are many shops here, all of which are antique shops, but as for how many real ones there, it depends on your eyesight, but having said that , although we all know that there are many fake antiques here, but not all of them are fake. If so, who would come here to shop?
Under the command of Lang Jianbai, Mo Xiaoyu drove the car into a street behind Wadang Street, and stopped in front of a small alley. There is no way to get in here, so you can only walk in.
Mo Xiaoyu took the painting and followed Lang Jianbai, and found that the houses here seemed to be newly built, but the blue bricks and green tiles in Qingyishui looked simple and elegant. Building a yard like this looks like a landlord's house.
Lang Jianbai went to a house, rang the doorbell, and after a while, someone came to open the door. When he saw Lang Jianbai, he politely called him Mr. Lang. It seemed that this was not the first time Lang Jianbai came here. Here it is.
The man looked at Mo Xiaoyu and saw that he was holding a scroll, so he knew that he was following Lang Jianbai to deliver the painting, but it was against the rules. Looking down, the people there are in charge.
The people who can come here naturally have no idlers. It can be said that these people are all carrots and pits, and they are all links in this chain.
Moreover, they are not targeting the poor people in the market. Their bureaus are targeting rich merchants or high-ranking officials. Once something goes wrong, the other party's revenge is enough for them to drink a pot, so this organization is very strict. Ordinary people can't get in. Those who can enter this yard are no waste, let alone run errands.
"Brother Lang, you are late, we have been waiting for you all morning." A bald man stood up and said hello.
"I'm not the same as you. I'm not an official. I have business. I went to the city in the morning to hold a cultural poverty alleviation meeting. It was delayed. How can I help the poor with a museum? Open the museum to the mountainous area? It's all bullshit. I'm really sorry, everyone, I'll be the host later, let's invite everyone to dinner." Lang Jian bowed his hands politely and said.
"Brother Lang, who is this?" The bald man looked at Mo Xiaoyu behind Lang Jianbai and asked Lang Jianbai.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce, this is my closed disciple, Mo Xiaoyu, who is still a student, bring him to see the world, if I have any inconvenience in the future, let him run errands." Lang Jianbai said.
Since Lang Jianbai said so, although the bald head and the other three people thought it was inappropriate, but Lang Jianbai's identity was there, and they were embarrassed to say him, but at this time a person came from the room, holding a The small purple clay pot looks like a stroll in a courtyard, with a beautiful beard reaching to the chest, but the person is lean and thin, looking like a skeleton.
"My lord, my lord" Seeing the old man come out, everyone hurriedly got up to say hello.
Only then did Mo Xiaoyu understand that this is the old man's home, and all the people sitting here are guests, of course, including himself and Lang Jianbai.
"My lord". When Lang Jianbai saw the old man, he also greeted him politely, but he didn't sit down. He was waiting for the lord to sit down first.
"Xiaobai, what you're doing is wrong. I'm already old, and I haven't thought about retiring yet. Are you arranging a successor in advance?" Sir Ferguson glanced at Mo Xiaoyu and asked.
"My lord, you misunderstood me. I didn't say I was going to retire. This kid is a bit talented. I brought him here to see the world. Maybe he can play a role in our matter in the future. Besides, everyone here Who is not a master-level figure, let alone you, Sir, I also want to ask all the masters to teach him." Lang Jianbai said.
Mo Xiaoyu thought to himself, damn it, what is the origin of this old man, he actually called Lang Jianbai his junior?Bai, isn't this relying on the old to sell the old? Lang Jianbai is not young anymore, this old man is a bit too much.
After Lang Jianbai finished speaking, the scene was silent, and no one answered, but Lang Jianbai still insisted, never speaking first, and he didn't say that the painting was painted by Mo Xiaoyu, because it was His trump card cannot be sold to these people so easily.
"Talent? Xiaobai, you said that your apprentice is talented. Well, let everyone see it, but everyone here is picky, otherwise, the things we release will easily go wrong. Now, you have to be mentally prepared, don't blame everyone for not giving you face, and then criticize your apprentice as shit, this is because you are uncomfortable." The grandfather said slowly, then picked up the purple clay pot, and took a sip of tea with his lips pouted.
Lang Jian smiled in vain, did not speak, turned around and said "pen, ink, paper and inkstone" to the young man who just opened the door.
Since it is engaged in the cost of calligraphy and painting, how can the family be short of these things? After a while, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all ready and placed on the long table under the grape arbor.
"Little fish, please write a few pictures of Master Qigong to these elders." Lang Jianbai said.
This sentence contains a lot of information. First, the scope is limited. It is a font, not a painting. Second, it is the font of Qi Gong, not someone else's, so Mo Xiaoyu can only write the words of Master Qi Gong. Can't touch anything.
Mo Xiaoyu didn't speak, and handed the painting in his arms to Lang Jianbai, picked up the ink bottle on the long table, unscrewed the cap and poured some into the inkstone, and then stuck all the brushes in the ink for a few seconds to ensure that All soaked.
Only then did he put the ratio on the inkstone, picked up the paper and threw it on the long table, picked up the pen and started writing, without any delay, it was done in one go, and it was not just a set of words, everyone saw that when Mo Xiaoyu wrote these words casual, but also noticed the speed of his writing.
After these three words were written, everyone got up to read again, and couldn't help but look at each other. Even the lord stood up, handed the purple sand pot in his hand to the people around him, leaned forward, and took out a teapot from his pocket. Take a closer look with the magnifying glass you carry with you. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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