My identity as an ancient celestial master was exposed by yearning

"Lotus flower crown and Taoist clothes, serving the king and feasting on Ziwei every day. Flowers and willows don't know who has gone, and fight each other for fate and embarrassment every year."

"Every time the Empress of Shu wraps up a small scarf in the palace, she orders the prostitutes to wear Daoist robes, wear lotus crowns, and look for flowers and willows every day to serve a feast. The rumors of Shu have already spread to the ears, but the Lord didn't pour them out, so he went to the bottom of the cup. Later, I want to shake my head, but I feel regretful."

Huang Lei silently read these lines of poetry.

Finally, his eyes moved to the signature.

There are two large characters printed on it.

Name, Tang Yin!

"Tang Bohu?!"

Huang Lei shouted directly.

"Oh, this painting is indeed drawn by Xiao Tang. I was the one who polished the ink for him at the time."

Xiao Chen stroked his white beard and said calmly.

"Old man! Stop joking!"

Huang Lei's heart was pounding.

This is Tang Bohu's painting!

You know, each of his paintings is worth a lot of money!

Moreover, this picture of prostitutes in the Wangshu Palace is Tang Bohu's masterpiece.

The superb skills in modeling, brushwork, and coloring in the painting far surpass those of the painters of the same generation.

Ladies are well-proportioned and graceful, with slashed shoulders and narrow backs, willow eyebrows and cherry buns, foreheads and noses, known as "three whites".

Moreover, the pen and ink technique is delicate and smooth, full of elasticity and texture, and the decorations on the crown clothing are especially finely crafted and meticulous.

Huang Lei felt a shock from the painting.

This is Tang Bohu's view on beauty.

So elegant.

Elegant yet elegant, charming yet extravagant.

"This painting...... If I remember correctly, it was also lost during the Anti-Japanese War, right?"

Huang Lei muttered to himself.

"Correct."

Xiao Chen nodded and said:

"In the 40s, this painting fell into the hands of a Hong Kong businessman. He took it to auction and the transaction price was 2.8 million US dollars. I saw that the buyer was a foreigner. I couldn't bear to see my old friend's painting go overseas, so I sold it The buyer was knocked out and snatched the painting."

After hearing this, Huang Lei's mouth twitched a few times.

40 million US dollars in the 2.8s.

How much would it be worth today?

Your old man just randomly put this national treasure painting in the house?

Aren't you afraid of being bitten by little H and little O?

How big is your heart?

And, I said stop joking.

Why do you still call Tang Bohu an old friend?

......

These are Huang Lei's thoughts.

He dared not say it.

I can only whisper a few words in my heart.

"Old man, shouldn't you frame this painting?"

Huang Lei asked in a low voice.

"Framed? It's too much trouble."

Xiao Chen shook his head.

"You...you are worthy of being a local tyrant with a net worth of hundreds of billions."

Huang Lei couldn't help but spit out something.

"I didn't go to take out the money. I'm still a penniless old man now."

Xiao Chen spread his hands.

Several black lines fell on Huang Lei's forehead.

Come on.

Can't say no to you.

Your Versailles level is definitely number one in the world.

Huang Lei carefully put away the painting, not daring to put it on the ground again.

"what happened to you?"

Seeing his cautious look, Xiao Chen couldn't help being a little puzzled.

"Old man, this painting can no longer be placed in the grocery room."

Huang Lei responded quickly.

"Ok."

Xiao Chen nodded, and then said casually: "Then give it to you."

"No no no!"

These words almost scared Huang Lei to death.