Ye Bufan ignored him and directly took down the two scrolls next to him.
“Boy, have you read too many fantasy novels? Do you think the wood of this scroll would be agarwood or something like that?
Let me tell you, don’t have any wishful thinking, I have already seen it, this is an ordinary wooden material, and the two together are not worth dozens of dollars."
Ye Bufan still ignored the chattering white mouse. He picked up the painting scroll on the left and pulled out the wooden scroll.
Seeing his actions, even Yang Ziqian frowned. It was obvious that this young man wanted to find something in the scroll, but this was just ordinary wood, so what could he have?
But at this moment, a scene that shocked everyone happened.
Ye Bufan raised his hand and patted the wooden shaft lightly. The seemingly integrated piece of wood split into two halves with a snap in the middle, and the middle was actually hollowed out, revealing a circle of extremely neat scrolls.
"Oh my god, there is actually a universe inside this scroll."
"The workmanship is so exquisite. It looks like a complete piece of wood, but I didn't expect it to be empty inside."
"How did this young man see it? Could it be said that he has clairvoyance? He actually knows that there is a universe inside the scroll..."
"None of this is important. What matters is what the scroll is. If it is still a fake, it will be useless..."
Amidst the many discussions, everyone's eyes were focused on the scroll in Ye Bufan's hand.
Yang Ziqian's eyes were shining and he said: "Young man, open it quickly and take a look."
He has already felt that if it can be hidden so tightly, this calligraphy and painting must not be ordinary.
Ye Bufan gently untied the ribbon on the scroll and slowly unfolded the scroll.
Everyone's eyes were focused on this calligraphy and painting, and it turned out that what was written on it was still the famous saying in Zhuge Kongming's "Book of Commandments", "Indifference can make one's ambition clear, and tranquility can lead to distance."
In the lower right corner of the calligraphy and painting is written the family motto of the Qing Dynasty officials, and Yan Zhenqing's name seal is stamped behind it.
From the content point of view, this painting is exactly the same as the one that was just torn off, but the words on it are completely different.
I can see that the structure of the calligraphy and painting on this calligraphy and painting is square and tight, the strokes are light horizontally and heavy vertically, and the strokes are strong, straight, broad and vigorous.
Yang Ziqian stood next to him. He looked calm and calm at first, but when he saw the handwriting on the painting clearly, he immediately seemed to be a different person. He stepped forward and said excitedly: "The original painting, this is actually Yan Zhenqing's."
The authentic work is really rare.”
White Mouse was completely dumbfounded. He never thought that Yan Zhenqing's original work was really hidden in this painting.
Generally speaking, when the scroll comes into his hands, he will carefully check the layers and wooden scrolls. He is afraid of missing the treasure from his hands.
But I never expected that the wood of this scroll would be vacuum.
At this time, a spectator next to him asked: "Master Yang, how much is this painting worth?"
After staring at the calligraphy for a long time, Yang Ziqian reluctantly looked away and said: "At an auction in Hong Kong not long ago, an authentic work by Yan Zhenqing was auctioned, and it was sold before it was even bigger than this calligraphy and painting.
3 million.
Based on the quality of this calligraphy and painting, I think it should cost at least 500,000."
"Oh my god, is just one painting so valuable?"
"Young man, you bought it for 5,000 yuan, and you can sell it for 5 million yuan in a blink of an eye. Isn't this very profitable?"
"What do you know? Generally, everyone's calligraphy and paintings are sold by the foot. Yan Zhenqing's original calligraphy is definitely worth the price."
Amid the commotion around him, Yang Ziqian said to Ye Fan: "Young man, to be honest, I personally like Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy and paintings the most. Can you sell them to me for free?
The price is easy to talk about, I will never let you suffer a loss, 6 million, what do you think?"
Ye Bufan thought about it and realized that the price was indeed quite fair. The most important thing was that what he wanted was a magic weapon and he didn't care at all about antiques, calligraphy and paintings.
Thinking of this, he said: "Okay, I'll sell it to Mr. Yang."
"Little brother, thank you. If you have any questions about antiques from now on, please come to me. Yang is obligated to do so."
With excitement on his face, Yang Ziqian took out his checkbook from his pocket, wrote a check for 6 million and handed it to Ye Bufan, and then carefully put away the original volume of Yan Zhenqing's autographs.
White Mouse was dumbfounded at the sight. He forced someone to pay 5,000 yuan for calligraphy and painting worth 6 million yuan. Looking at the check in Ye Bufan's hand, he felt so distressed that he could bleed.
"Boss Bai, have you seen enough? Is it time for our bet to come to an end?"
Yang Ziqian said: "Boss Bai, you lost this bet, please pay your little brother as soon as possible."
"I……"
Seeing that a painting worth 600,000 yuan was lost, and now I have to give out 200,000 yuan in gambling money to others, this is like cutting flesh from a white mouse.
However, Yang Ziqian is a notary public, so he has no idea of denying it, otherwise he will not be able to survive in the antique world in the future.
In desperation, he could only take out his mobile phone and transfer 200,000 cash to Ye Bufan.
After the transfer was completed, Yang Ziqian said: "Little brother, can you tell me how you saw that there is something else in the wooden axis?"
This is something he has never thought about. With his knowledge in antiques, he has not seen any flaws. He doesn't know how Ye Bufan discovered it.
Ye Bufan smiled and said, "It's nothing, it just happened."
Yang Ziqian shook his head slightly. He really couldn't find any other reason for this kind of thing except that it was a coincidence.
He took out another business card and handed it to Ye Bufan and said: "Little brother, I can see that you have a deep knowledge in antiques. If you have any good things in the future, please contact me directly."
"OK."
Ye Bufan had a good impression of Yang Ziqian and directly stuffed the business card into his pocket.
After that, he did not stop at this antique shop and continued to look for the magic weapon after going out.
After everyone left, three tall and strong men came in from outside the door. The big black man said to the white mouse: "Brother, what should we do? We can't just watch this kid steal so much money from us?"
His name is Heipi, and he and White Mouse are all in the same group. On weekdays, these people dig graves, rob graves, rob and touch porcelain.
If Yang Ziqian hadn't been here just now, they would never have let Ye Bufan walk out so easily.
The white mouse gritted his teeth and said: "Of course I won't let it go. The person who can take advantage of our brothers hasn't been born yet!"
Heipi said: "What should we do, brother? How about we brothers go kill that kid and get the money back."
The white mouse said: "How many times have you told me that killing is a bad idea, and it might put our brothers in trouble."
Another guy with a crew cut next to him said, "Brother, what do you think we should do?"
The white mouse rolled his eyes and said: "Let's outsmart him first. You go find him to try and squeeze all the money out of his hands. If that doesn't work, try harder."
