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Chapter 52 Ghostwriting (continued)

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    While Meng Zitao was observing the paintings on the table, Cheng Qiheng picked up Meng Zitao's cricket jar and looked at it with some curiosity.

    At first, Cheng Qiheng¡¯s expression was a little confused. The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. In the end, he said in disbelief: ¡°Am I dazzled? This is actually a real thing?¡±

    Cheng Qiheng¡¯s words surprised Wang Menghan and the old Dong next to him. Of course they knew the price of Xuande blue and white porcelain. If this was a genuine product, how much would it cost?

    Meng Zitao raised his head and said angrily: "Can't I buy the real thing?"

    Cheng Qiheng chuckled: "You know that's not what I meant. The key question is, where did you get this thing from?"

    Meng Zitao said with a smile: "This is a gift from others."

    "You're just kidding, that person is a money-splitting boy. He actually gave you such a treasure?" Cheng Qiheng curled his lips, obviously not believing this.

    Wang Menghan and Lao Dong also didn't believe it. Wang Menghan said: "Brother Meng, don't be so pretentious. Where did this Xuande cricket jar come from?"

    Meng Zitao spread his hands and said, "I bought it for 20,000 yuan, which is about the same as the gift."

    "What! You can't joke, can you?" Cheng Qiheng and the others were all stunned when they heard this.

    "What are you kidding me about?"

    At this time, Wang Zhixuan walked in from outside the door.

    Everyone said hello, and Wang Menghan said: "Brother Meng spent 20,000 yuan to buy a Xuande blue and white cricket jar, and it is also authentic."

    Hearing that this was the case, Wang Zhixuan looked at Cheng Qiheng's hand out of curiosity.  Cheng Qiheng also realized what was going on and quickly put the things on the table for his future father-in-law to see.

    Wang Zhixuan stepped forward and looked at the things carefully. At this moment, Meng Zitao looked at the scroll carefully.

    After a while, Wang Zhixuan smiled and said: "You are really a treasure that has opened the door for generations. Xiao Meng, can you tell me the origin of this thing?"

    "No problem" Meng Zitao smiled and told everyone the experience he just had.

    When I heard that this was the case, everyone was dumbfounded. It was such good luck to step on the mines and still step on the treasure.

    Cheng Qiheng said with a look of envy and jealousy: "You are so lucky that even such a good thing can happen to you."

    Wang Zhixuan also sighed with emotion: "I haven't said anything about your luck yet, but the chance of such a thing is really low. You should be more careful in the future."

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "At first, I just went to see it with the idea that if I survived the catastrophe, I would be lucky in the future. I didn't expect that he would actually come up with such a treasure, so I just took advantage of it."

    Cheng Qiheng said: "I also want such a trick!"

    Old Dong laughed, pointed to the scroll on the table, and said: "You are not bad luck, and you got this treasure."

    "That's right." Cheng Qiheng smiled proudly.

    Wang Zhixuan looked at the scroll. When he saw the seal on the lower left side of the scroll, he was immediately surprised: "Dong Qichang's landscape painting?"

    Cheng Qiheng nodded proudly: "I bought it for 150,000 yuan, not bad."

    "One hundred and fifty thousand? I should have made some money." Meng Zitao muttered in his heart.

    At this time, Wang Zhixuan frowned slightly: "What's going on? I'll see it first and then tell you."

    Wang Zhixuan's attitude made Cheng Qiheng stunned, and he looked at Meng Zitao and Lao Dong with some anxiety.

    Old Dong originally thought that this painting was of good quality and should be authentic, but Wang Zhixuan's performance made him afraid to express his opinion.

    And Meng Zitao gave him a reassuring look.

    After nearly twenty minutes, Wang Zhixuan raised his head thoughtfully, and Cheng Qiheng couldn't wait to ask: "Uncle Wang, what is this painting of mine like?"

    Wang Zhixuan turned around and asked: "Xiao Meng, what do you think of this painting?"

    "It's very good. Brother Cheng has made money anyway." Meng Zitao told the truth.

    Meng Zitao's recent performance impressed Meng Zitao, and he was also very convinced of Meng Zitao's judgment. Now seeing Meng Zitao say this made him feel happy, but if he knew the true meaning of Meng Zitao's words, he would probably have some  A little depressed.

    "Little slippery man."

    Wang Zhixuan laughed and cursed: "Since you said that, let's talk about the characteristics of this painting."

    Meng Zitao scratched his head: "But Uncle Wang, I am very interested in calligraphy and painting."Otherwise, if the news reaches Grandpa¡¯s ears, he will have to be beaten.

    Wang Zhixuan said earnestly: "You, you still need to work harder in calligraphy and painting. What's more important is not to blindly start just because you have learned some skills in appreciating calligraphy and painting, otherwise you will suffer in the future."

    In the antique market, what sellers like most is not newcomers, but those who are not very good at learning, because newcomers know that they do not understand and do not dare to blindly start.  And that kind of half-hearted person, because he thinks he has some vision, as long as something satisfies him, he can start with it. This kind of person is the seller's favorite.

    Cheng Qiheng nodded repeatedly to show that he remembered it. Speaking of which, he had suffered losses twice in this matter. One was the Zheng Banqiao painting he bought at the ghost market last time, and the other was this time.  Although he didn't suffer any losses in both calculations, on the contrary, he made a profit, but will he have such good luck next time?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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