Inside the Treasure Pavilion.

Looking at the yellow guy who was appraising the painting, the man beside him was quite nervous.

When Lin Qian saw this, he stepped forward and patted his shoulder gently, shaking his head at him.

The saddest time is waiting.

There was no sound in the silent tea room.

There is only the sound of turning pages from the table from time to time.

About half an hour later, Mr. Huang, who was bent over, put down his magnifying glass and gently hammered his back.

"Hey, I'm getting old. After just a while, my old waist can't bear it."

Seeing Mr. Huang's movements, the man stepped forward anxiously and asked.

"Old sir, how about it? Is my painting from the Qing Dynasty?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Huang first shook his head, and then slowly said in the man's anxious eyes.

"It cannot be said that it is the Qing Dynasty. It should be accurately said to be the period from Jiaqing to Daoguang."

"Unfortunately, the entire painting does not have any signature, so the overall value is not great, but the painting style is quite sophisticated, which is a selling point."

"According to the current market, this painting can only be sold as an ordinary ancient painting, with a value of about 300,000-400,000."

Hearing Mr. Huang's words, a hint of joy flashed in the man's eyes.

Lin Qian, who had been paying attention to the man, firmly caught this happy look, paused and said.

"Brother, what do you think of this result?"

When the man heard this, he also showed a smile and said: "According to my family, the age is probably the same. I also checked some information online, and the price is not much different from what Mr. Huang said."

When Lin Qian heard this, he said seriously: "Brother, you are not good at this painting. To be honest, I quite like it."

The man smiled and said: "Who is selling it? It's not selling, but it's just this price?"

"Let's see, I won't dawdle, just do what Mr. Huang said, 380,000, pick the middle number."

When the man heard the price, he couldn't help but feel a flash of ecstasy on his face. In fact, the man had been to several places for appraisals, and the highest bid was less than 300,000. Otherwise, he would have been able to argue with the boss in that dark shop just now.

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"Okay, buddy, let's pay this price." The man said with a smile.

When Lin Qian got this result, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he turned to Mr. Huang and said.

"Prepare a contract."

Hearing this, Mr. Huang blinked, glanced at Lin Qian doubtfully, then turned around and walked out of the store and came in with a sales contract.

After the man signed his name on the contract and the transaction was successful, Lin Qian's heart dropped.

After sending the man out of the Zhenbao Pavilion, Lin Qian quickly returned to the tea room and looked at the paintings on the table carefully, occasionally showing a silly smile while looking at the paintings.

Looking at the strange Lin Qian, Mr. Huang frowned and said.

"Boy Lin, what's going on? I went out for a walk, and I feel weird all over."

When Lin Qian heard this, he turned to Mr. Huang and said, "Old Huang, come here and take a closer look at this painting to see if there is anything strange about it."

When Mr. Huang heard this, he glanced at the giggling Lin Qian in confusion, then walked over with a frown, picked up the magnifying glass on the side, and inspected the paintings on the table again.

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Huang raised his head and said to Lin Qian, "I don't see anything special about it."

Lin Qian looked at Mr. Huang's puzzled face, smiled mysteriously, and pointed to the scroll.

Mr. Huang looked in the direction of his finger, his expression gradually becoming serious as time passed.

After a few minutes, my breathing gradually became heavier. I reached out and picked up the magnifying glass on the table and looked at the axis of the painting carefully. After a while, I stood up straight and looked at the little guy in front of me with complicated eyes.<

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"You are a monster."

When Lin Qian heard this, he said to Mr. Huang seriously: "Do you know some people who are more skillful with their hands?"

"Hearing Lin Qian's words, Mr. Huang lowered his head and thought for a while. Yes, there is, but it is more expensive for him to take action. Based on the size of this painting, it is estimated to start at fifty. You can be sure that the things inside are worth asking him to take action.

What?"

After hearing this, Lin Qian shook his head and said, "Money is not an issue. The main thing is that I'm curious about what's inside."

"Please help me invite people here"

Mr. Huang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask him now if he can take apart the painting today. To be honest, I'm also curious."

After saying that, he walked outside and made a phone call.

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Soon, Mr. Huang returned to the teahouse with a faint smile.

"Okay, Lao Li happens to be free, so he can come over now, but the fee is still fifty."

When Lin Qian heard this, he nodded excitedly and said, "Money is not an issue. As long as he can help me unravel this painting without any damage, I will give him fifty more."

While waiting, Lin Qian took out the rare cigar that Chen Jianfeng kept in the Zhenbao Pavilion and smoked it.

Mr. Huang, who was sitting aside, looked at Lin Qian who looked worried and couldn't help but shook his head. He also picked up a cigar and started smoking.

After all, it is difficult to smoke the cigars collected by Chen Jianfeng.

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In the silent tea room, smoke spread, and suddenly a shout sounded outside.

I saw an old man in his sixties wearing white practice clothes walking in.

As soon as I entered the tea room, I was hit by the thick smoke and started to cough.

"Huang Qiang, you son of a bitch, what are you doing? You're smoking so much."

When Mr. Huang heard this, he stood up, shouted a few words at the door, and then walked out of the house.

Seeing this, Lin Qian quickly put out the cigar and turned the puff to the maximum.

After about five minutes, Huang and Lao came back.

"Little guy, this is my old friend. He is good at restoring ancient books, calligraphy and painting, and is also a well-known master in the country."

"Old Li, this is our boss's friend, Lin Qian."

Lin Qian looked at Mr. Li in front of him and said hello respectfully.

After getting to know each other, Mr. Huang took Lao Li to the table nearby.

"This is the painting. Mr. Lin just bought it. Please help him get out what's inside."

After listening to what Mr. Huang said, Mr. Li didn't say anything. He just bent down and looked at the edge of the ancient painting carefully.

After taking a few breaths, he spoke loudly: "It's not too difficult. The guy who made the fake was probably in a hurry. You see, there is a flaw in the scroll."

Hearing Lao Li's words, Lin Qian and Huang Lao couldn't help but look at each other and nodded to each other.

"Mr. Li, thank you for your hard work. Try your best to help me take out the things inside. If the things taken out are in good condition, I can add 30% to the basic fee."

Hearing Lin Qian's words, Lao Li's originally serious face showed a slight smile and said, "Okay, little guy, I'll give you the 30%. I guarantee that nothing inside will be damaged at all."
Chapter completed!