The villain who wears a book, this years heroines all have their own systems?

It's so funny that this guy actually went to Zhang Mule to buy antiques.

He suddenly felt that there was no sense of accomplishment in winning this game.

Alas, the opponent is too weak.

"There is still plenty of time now, please confirm again, do you want to replace it?"

Fang Shijing also assumed the responsibility of the host and cast a questioning look at the two.

"I don't need to change mine." Qi Xuan shook his head first, then turned to look at Lin Chuan, "I advise you to change it, otherwise you will lose badly."

Lin Chuan put the three antiques on the table, "No need, just these three."

Qi Xuan curled his lips, and didn't bother to persuade, "Then ask Mr. Fang to help identify it and announce the answer."

There are more and more people watching the excitement around, and this area has been blocked.

It's rare to see something exciting, and you don't want to miss it.

Fang Shijing first picked up the painting selected by Qi Xuan, and slowly unfolded it.

In the painting, an eagle stands on a rock, looking very mighty.

The demeanor of this eagle is very expressive, and it can be regarded as a rare masterpiece.

Fang Shijing observed it with a magnifying glass for a while, and finally gave the identification answer, "This is a picture of "Eagle Picture" by Mr. Zhu Guoguo, and I have identified it as genuine. If this Mr. Xiaolin does not trust the old man's eyesight, you can test it yourself. .”

The last sentence he said was to Lin Chuan.

But Lin Chuan waved his hand, "There is no doubt about employing people, and no doubt about people who are suspicious. Since I chose Mr. Fang as the host, of course I can trust your appraisal results."

Fang Shijing smiled in relief.

Being trusted is always something to be happy about.

At the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart, this Mr. Xiao Lin has a good character, but why did he want to provoke Qi Xuan?

"Old Fang, how much is this painting worth?"

"Yes, please estimate the price quickly."

"Master Xiao Qi bought this painting for 20 yuan, as long as the estimated value can exceed 20 yuan, it is a profit."

"It must be more than 20, Master Xiao Qi's eyesight, there is nothing to say..."

Fang Shijing heard everyone's urging, but he didn't hold back anymore, "I give an estimate of 50 yuan for this "Eagle Picture". Do you two have any opinions?"

Qi Xuan had expected this result a long time ago, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I have no objection."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Lin Chuan, wanting to see the shock and panic on his face.

But to his disappointment, Lin Chuan still looked as usual, "I have no objection."

"Okay. The result of Qi Xuan's first game is that the cost is 20, and the estimated price is 50!"

"Wow..."

As soon as he said this, the scene immediately exploded.

"My God, it's doubled and a half."

"Yeah, it's too easy to make money with a net profit of 30 yuan, isn't it?"

"I just said that Master Xiao Qi is fine, if you don't make a move, it's fine, if you make a move, you will be shocked."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is the master's strength, admiration..."

Everyone was amazed by Qi Xuan's handwriting.

Qi Xuan couldn't help showing a smug smile.

He likes others to flatter him in different ways, the more exaggerated the flattery, the more he enjoys it.

"Now let's identify Mr. Xiaolin's painting."

Fang Shijing has not forgotten his responsibilities. Although he feels that Lin Chuan's game is over, he still has to go through the motions.

Lin Chuan looked calm, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, Ning Wenwen, who was following beside her, looked nervous, and the palms of her two little hands were covered with sweat.

Lin Chuan couldn't help scratching her little nose, "Isn't it just a game? Take it easy."

Ning Wenrou smiled faintly, but still couldn't relax.

At this time, Fang Shijing had already unfolded Lin Chuan's painting.

He knew that Zhang Mule's store was almost all fakes, and there were very few genuine ones.

When Lin Chuan bought antiques from him, it was purely a waste of money.

So he just glanced at it casually with his naked eyes, and was about to roll it up.

But at this moment, his eyes froze suddenly.

"what?"

Fang Shijing exclaimed in a low voice, hurriedly spread the painting on the table, and took out the magnifying glass to study it carefully.

Qi Xuan thought that he had the chance to win, and he just waited for Fang Shijing to announce that he had won the first round.

At this time, he suddenly saw Fang Shijing's expression was different, and he "chug" twice in his heart for no reason.

Are there still variables?

Fang Shijing buried his head in the painting for a while, then glanced at Lin Chuan in surprise.

Fearing that he might make a mistake, he turned his gaze back to the painting for a while, and then slowly put down the magnifying glass.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable..."

Qi Xuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Old Fang, what's going on?"

Fang Shijing frowned, "If... If the old man is not mistaken, this is Li Kuchan's "The Lotus Flower Reflecting the Sun is Differently Red". From my point of view, it must be genuine."

"What? This...how is this possible?"

Qi Xuan's complexion changed drastically, and he couldn't care less about etiquette. He pushed Fang Shijing away, and lay down on the painting to study it.

At first, he thought Fang Shijing was wrong.

But when it was his turn to examine it himself, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

Whether it is from the use of pens, ideas, seals, and signatures, there are almost no faults.

This is indeed a work by Li Kuchan.

Although this painting is not a real masterpiece among Li Kuchan's works.

But the value of famous works is here.

As long as the name of this famous artist is hung, even if it is just two random strokes, the value is not comparable to others.

"Then... how much is Mr. Fang's estimate of this painting...?"

When he asked this sentence, his voice trembled a little.

In fact, he vaguely already had an answer in his heart, but he didn't want to admit it, so he had to ask Fang Shijing.

Fang Shijing looked back at the painting again, "My valuation of this painting is... 100 million!"

"boom……"

The melon-eaters who had been waiting for the answer for a long time immediately exploded.

Chapter 11 It's Just a Walking Money Printing Machine

"My God, the estimated price is 100 million? Is this too exaggerated?"

"What? 100 million? Is it true or not? Master Xiao Qi's painting is only estimated at 50."

"That is to say, the painting chosen by Young Master Lin is more valuable than the one picked by Master Qi? How is this possible? That is Master Qi!"

"Could Mr. Fang be delusional? I bought that painting from Zhang Mule. How could it be real? It should be a high-quality imitation, right?"

"Are you questioning Mr. Fang's vision? Could it be that Mr. Fang still can't tell if it's the real thing or a high-quality imitation?"

"I don't mean that, I just think... a little weird."

"That is to say, Master Qi lost the first game?"

The discussion among the people at the scene was so powerful that it could not be calmed down for a long time.

Including the "Zhang Mule" they called, who was also among the crowd of onlookers at this time.

When he heard the valuation given by Fang Shijing, he was completely dumbfounded.

He only sold this painting for 2 yuan.

Now it is valued at 100 million.

It has doubled fifty times!

He wanted to die already.

Ning Wenrou also opened her mouth wide in surprise at this time, and looked at Lin Chuan's side face in disbelief.

Won?

He actually won?

How is this possible?

This guy actually has such a deep research on antiques?

He actually won against an antique master?

Although this is only the first round, it cannot be regarded as a complete victory.

But this is already surprising.

Lin Chuan could feel the gazes from all directions. There were doubts, shocks, and doubts in these gazes.

But he can still be as stable as Mount Tai.

This result has long been expected by him, and there is nothing surprising.

The only thing that surprised him was that Qi Xuan was able to choose a painting worth 50 yuan.

It can be seen that there is still something real.

Fang Shijing was not affected by the crowd's discussion, but turned to look at Qi Xuan, "Xiao Qi, do you have any opinion on my valuation?"

"I……"

Qi Xuan opened his mouth, but finally shook his head, "I have no objection."

In fact, he felt that this painting was not worth 100 million yuan, at best it was more than 90 yuan.

But what's the difference?

It's better to admit defeat honestly, at least look more generous.

Fang Shijing nodded slightly, then turned around, and announced loudly, "Lin Chuan's results in the first round are: the cost is 2 yuan, and the valuation is 100 million. In the first round of calligraphy and painting competition, Lin Chuan won."

This time, there was no further discussion at the scene.

Everyone looked at Lin Chuan in astonishment.

At a cost of 2 yuan, he actually bought a painting worth 100 million yuan.

That's a full fifty times increase!

This rate of return is frighteningly high.

Could it be that this rumored second-generation ancestor who is ignorant and incompetent is still a hidden master of antiques?

"How did you choose this painting?"

Qi Xuan was very curious about this question, and turned to Lin Chuan for an answer.

"It's cheap. Anyway, it's only 2 yuan, so I don't feel bad even if I get a fake." Lin Chuan gave an unexpected answer.

Those who were secretly guessing whether he was an antique master were suddenly disappointed.

It turned out that a blind cat met a dead mouse?