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Chapter 585: Writing like a god
Xu Changqin glanced at Zhao Linfeng with disgust and turned off the speakerphone.
"Do you think Curator Shan would know a nobody like you? It sounds like you have a very close relationship with Mr. Shan."
The next moment, Xu Changqin's face froze.
"Mr. Zhao? Xu Changqin, give the phone to Mr. Zhao quickly!"
Director Shan said eagerly, Xu Changqin walked towards Zhao Linfeng stiffly and handed the phone to him with a look of disbelief.
"Shan Lao wants to talk to you."
Zhao Linfeng looked at him indifferently and took the phone.
"Director Shan, how are you recently? Your rheumatism should be completely cured, right?"
Zhao Linfeng asked with a smile. Curator Shan often went underground to do cultural relic restoration work, and his rheumatism was very serious. At one time, he was even bedridden and unable to move. Zhao Linfeng cured him.
¡°Okay, okay, it¡¯s all thanks to Mr. Zhao!¡±
Curator Shan said excitedly, Zhao Linfeng smiled.
"But, Mr. Zhao, why did you tell this?"
On the other end of the phone, Curator Shan was standing in a spacious secret room.
In the secret room, there are dozens of national treasure-level cultural relics, all of which Zhao Linfeng single-handedly recovered from overseas.
"These cultural relics are inconvenient to be displayed in front of the world for various reasons, so they are hidden in this secret room that cannot be seen from the light of day.
When Curator Shan has nothing to do on weekdays, his favorite thing to do is to come here and look at them quietly.
"Director Shan, the mourning posters belong to our country. Besides, exchanging fake ones for real ones was not done by us, but by the previous dynasty. Even if we take him out openly now, Japan will not be able to pick one out. What¡¯s the point? Besides, China is a huge country with only a tiny place, and it¡¯s not worthy of entangling with us!¡±
Zhao Linfeng said so domineeringly that Curator Shan on the other end of the phone was shocked for a moment.
"If it is exposed, I'm afraid it will cause you trouble."
Curator Shan came back to his senses and said earnestly.
Zhao Linfeng suddenly thought of Gina and looked a little embarrassed.
There is still a fake of his in the Gina family¡¯s private museum.
"Ahem, let's keep it as it is now, but I need Director Shan to confirm for me that the Kyoto painting is indeed not authentic."
Zhao Linfeng said, Curator Shan nodded.
"Then Mr. Zhao, please give the phone number to Xu Changqin."
"good."
Zhao Linfeng handed the phone to Xu Changqin. Xu Changqin's eyelids were beating uncontrollably, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Director Shan."
Xu Changqin felt uneasy and spoke.
"What Mr. Zhao said is indeed true. Of course, the thief stole the original Sanglunzie and left a letter at the scene. This letter is now also collected in the National Museum, but it is not open to outsiders. If If you still don¡¯t believe it, you can come to the capital and I will show you for yourself.¡±
After saying that, Director Shan hung up the phone.
Xu Changqin froze. The phone slipped from his palm, fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"Now you believe it."
Zhao Linfeng shook his head, looked at him with a half-smile and said.
??There was a wave of panic in everyone's heart, and they were disappointed that there was such a secret.
And who is this young man? Why do you know these things and have such a close relationship with the director of the National Museum of China?
It took Xu Changqin a long time to come to his senses and stubbornly shook his head.
"Impossible! I don't believe that except Wang Xizhi himself, anyone can fully express the majestic character of Wang Xizhi's handwriting! The most precious thing about Sangluan Tie lies in his expression process from walking to grass, the grace between dots and paintings , There is absolutely no way that another person can do it!¡±
Xu Changqin said categorically that there are various fakes of famous paintings circulating on the market, but Sanglunzie¡¯s fakes are extremely rare, and that¡¯s why.
The counterfeit products produced can basically be identified as fake by knowledgeable people at a glance, so no one dares to make fake products.
Zhao Linfeng sneered and shook his head.
"Since you are still stubborn, I will make you convinced and serve you with pen and ink!"
Everyone looked at Zhao Linfeng in confusion, unable to guess what he was going to do.
However, the teahouse owner had just seen Zhao Linfeng¡¯s skill in identifying ancient calligraphy works, and also saw that his identity was not simple. At this time, he did not dare to neglect, and quickly went to take out the best pen and ink himself. and rice paper.
Zhao Linfeng spread the rice paper on the table and slowly studied the inkstone.
"You're just pretending, do you still want to write a mourning post?"
Xu Changqin sneered and said.
Zhao Linfeng put down the inkstone and picked up the writing brush.
"The pen of Sangluantie is vigorous, long and vertical, and the priorities are very changeable. It is completely free from the shackles of official script and Zhangcao, and is very pure. When writing, write first and then cursive, and then move and then cursive. There are thousands of changes."
Zhao Linfeng said loudly, his wrists kept swinging, and wild and elegant fonts flowed out from his writing.
Gradually, everyone¡¯s eyes changed.
This is simply indistinguishable from the original Sangluan post!
Zhao Linfeng quickly finished writing eight lines and sixty-two words, put down the brush, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Everyone looked at Zhao Linfeng with their mouths wide open.
Could it be that this person is the reincarnation of Wang Xizhi?
"Didn't you say that no one can write it?"
Zhao Linfeng looked at Xu Changqin and asked.
Xu Changqin's whole body stiffened and he stared blankly at the still-undry ink on the mourning post on the table.
It can be said that as long as Wang Xizhi¡¯s seal is copied and then aged, this calligraphy can be fake!
Xu Jingru also looked at Zhao Linfeng¡¯s tall back in disbelief. Can a person really have such a high talent?
In ancient times, a talent like Zhao Linfeng could even be said to be worth eight out of ten talents in the world!
"Now, is it time to be convinced?"
Zhao Linfeng stared at him and asked.
Xu Changqin looked ugly and nodded with difficulty.
Just now, he insisted that he was sure of victory, and even made wild claims that Zhao Linfeng would give up the conditions, but now he is reaping the consequences.
"what do you want?"
Xu Changqin asked dryly, with so many people watching, if he didn't admit it, his reputation would be ruined in the entire Chinese calligraphy world.
"Just your Danqing Art Museum."
Zhao Linfeng smiled and said.
"impossible!"
Xu Changqin said subconsciously, staring at Zhao Linfeng angrily.
He has invested his life savings and hard work in the Painting Museum. It is absolutely impossible for him to just give the Painting Museum to Zhao Linfeng.
¡°If this were to happen, he would rather have a bad reputation.
Zhao Linfeng also knew that it was impossible for Xu Changqin to hand over the Painting Museum for free. He was just testing Xu Changqin's bottom line.
"Then let's do it, sell it to me at 50% off the cost of your painting museum. This is my bottom line. Who asked me to make the conditions you just mentioned? Are you going to renege on the debt?"
Zhao Linfeng raised his eyebrows and said.
Xu Changqin's face turned blue and white, and he gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Okay, I, Xu Changqin, am not as good as others, so I accept my fate! However, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, see you in the future for chapters!"
Xu Changqin said coldly and left with a puff of sleeves.
Liu Jialei looked at Zhao Linfeng with gratitude and admiration. If it weren't for Zhao Linfeng, I'm afraid he would have to get out in front of so many people.
"Mr. Zhao, thank you."
Liu Jialei exhaled a breath of turbid air and said.
Zhao Linfeng smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Liu, you are too polite. There are many people here, why don't we talk somewhere else?"
At this time, everyone in the teahouse was staring at him as if they were looking at giant pandas, which made Zhao Linfeng feel a little uncomfortable. (Remember the website address: 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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