Inside Panjiayuan Market.

Lin Qian came back to his senses and looked at the man in front of him, with a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

"Handsome, are you okay?" Looking at Lin Qian who was silent, the young man asked again.

"I'm sorry, I just thought of something." Lin Qian calmed down and said softly.

"No, this is your thing." Lin Qian's eyes flashed with reluctance, and he returned the scroll in his hand to the young man.

Taking the scroll from Lin Qian's hand, the young man picked it up and inspected it carefully. When he saw that the scroll was intact, he slowly exhaled.

"Thanks, handsome guy."

Perhaps he came to his senses, but the male protagonist glanced at his injured wrist, frowned, and showed a hint of pain.

When Lin Qian saw this, he took out a small pack of tissues and handed it over.

"Let's clean the wound first."

The man thanked him, reached for the tissue, and slowly wiped the wound.

Lin Qian looked at the scroll on the man's plate and couldn't help but ask.

"May I ask, are you here at Panjiayuan to appraise something?"

After hearing Lin Qian's words, the man who was treating the wound had a flash of anger on his face and told what happened.

It turned out that the man was getting married recently, but the money for the wedding room had not been settled yet, so he thought about taking out the paintings passed down by his ancestors to see if he could sell them to raise some money.

Who knew that I would meet the owner of this shop as soon as I got there?

First they said it would be a free appraisal, but after seeing my things, they asked me to buy my paintings for five thousand dollars. Of course I was unwilling. As you saw what happened later, they said they would have to pay the appraisal fee after the appraisal!

After he finished speaking, the man smiled mockingly to himself.

When Lin Qian heard this, he said, "Can I take a look at your things?"

After listening, the man raised his head and looked at Lin Qian. Without saying anything, he handed over the painting in his hand.

After Lin Qian took it, he gently untied the ribbon tied to the painting and carefully opened the scroll in his hand.

Who would have thought that what caught my eye was not the detected "picture of a lady" but an ordinary landscape painting.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling. The painting in front of him was actually different from what he had detected.

Lin Qian, who was in a state of confusion, frowned and quickly opened the half-open painting on his hand.

The expected "pictures of ladies" still haven't appeared.

What comes into view is an ordinary landscape painting.

Lin Qian was unwilling to use the detection technique on the painting in his hand again.

Detection Eye: 3 detection times per day, remaining times (6)"

Item: Picture of Lady

Details: Tang Yin’s works in his later years

Era: Ming Dynasty

Quality: extremely high

Value: 550 million

The result that comes to mind is the same as the result just now.

Suddenly, as Lin Qian was looking at the scroll, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he remembered a report he had seen, "Picture within a Picture."

According to reports, in ancient times, a wealthy businessman obtained a priceless painting, but he did not have the strength to protect it, so he found someone to use an ordinary painting and hide the original painting inside.

An attempt to hide the truth.

Thinking of this, Lin Qian instantly became excited and carefully observed along the edge of the rice paper.

Sure enough, there were tiny gaps between the scrolls of this landscape painting. If Lin Qian hadn't known in advance that this was a priceless "painting of a lady", no one would have checked it so carefully.

Seeing this, Lin Qian was sure that this painting was the legendary "painting within a painting".

Glancing at the man next to him, Lin Qian thought for a while and said softly: "Do you know what dynasty this painting is from?"

When the man heard this, he said with a serious face: "Brother, this is what my great-grandfather left behind. It is said that this painting was made by a Tanhua in the Qing Dynasty."

"Although I am not sure whether this painting is by Tanhua, the only thing I can be sure of is that this painting has been passed down in my family for at least 150 years. It is definitely not a modern painting like the black-hearted boss said."

After hearing this, Lin Qian smiled and said, "Brother, I think this painting has a lot to do with me. If it falls on the ground, it will roll to my feet. Otherwise, I have a friend who opened an antique store here.

The store has a good reputation. How about we ask the appraiser over there to take a look at it, and if it fits, I will take the painting down."

After hearing Lin Qian's words, the man hesitated: "It's not that I don't want to do an appraisal, but how should I calculate the appraisal fee???"

When Lin Qian heard this, he couldn't help but laugh heartily and said: "Brother, you can search the Internet for the name of Zhenbao Pavilion. We are not those who cheat and kidnap."

"No matter what the appraisal result of this painting is, you don't have to pay a penny for the appraisal fee. Do you think this will work?"

When the man heard Lin Qian's confident words, he showed an embarrassed smile and said, "Then let me check online. It's not that I don't believe you, but mainly because I'm afraid."

When Lin Qian heard this, he nodded and said, 'Okay, let's walk there first. You can check it yourself on the way.'

With the man's consent, Lin Qian walked towards the Zhenbao Pavilion with a slightly excited mood.

On the way to Zhenbao Pavilion, the man had already searched the Internet and confirmed everything Lin Qian said.

He apologized to Lin Qian.

The two of them were talking and laughing along the way.

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Qian led the man to the tea room in Zhenbao Pavilion.

Mr. Huang, who received Lin Qian's call, also waited for the two of them in the tea room in advance.

After sitting down, Lin Qian told everything he had just encountered. Huang Lao also shook his head and said.

"Hey, this kind of thing is not uncommon."

Then he told all the strange things he had encountered in Panjiayuan over the years.

Lin Qian, who had drank several cups of tea in a row, couldn't help but cough slightly when he looked at Mr. Huang who was still chatting.

Perhaps sensing Lin Qian's urging, Mr. Huang gave Lin Qian a look of contempt.

Looking at the child-like Mr. Huang, Lin Qian couldn't help but said with a wry smile.

"Mr. Huang, it's not that I want to rush you, but this brother's hand is actually injured. Let's take a quick look at the painting, and then ask this brother to go to the hospital to bandage it."

The man on the side looked at this situation and laughed regardless of etiquette.

Looking at Lin Qian's resentful eyes, Mr. Huang, who had lived for decades, couldn't help but blush, smiled coquettishly, and said.

"Ahem, take out the painting and let me take a look." After saying that, he professionally put on a pair of white gloves.

When the man saw this, he quickly put the scroll in his hand on the table.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Huang stepped forward and spread the painting on the table.
Chapter completed!