Zhou Peng was not the only one who couldn't figure it out.
Others present couldn't understand either.
Wu Yong clearly showed poor eyesight just now, and he was even willing to pay 10,000 for such a fake.
Why don't you look down on these two extremely exquisite fakes by the shop owner?
But all I saw was that Wu Yong shook the painting in his hand and said: "Who said it was a fake? I bought it because I think it is a rare treasure."
What! A treasure!
Everyone almost thought they had heard something wrong.
"Hahaha, did I hear you right? You said it was a treasure!" The shop owner burst out laughing on the spot. "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. Before you came in, I didn't even want to accept this painting for 500 yuan, but you actually still gave it to me.
It’s ridiculous to treat it as a treasure!”
Even the painting seller blushed a little.
He didn't know what the painting he sold was, it was a genuine fake. At the moment, he looked a little nervous and wondered whether he should make the first move.
Don't wait until Wu Yong regrets it and chases him to get the 10,000 yuan back.
Zhou Peng patted Wu Yong on the shoulder and said in a regretful tone: "Brother, you did get a slap in the face this time. But it doesn't matter. It's inevitable for newcomers to pay some tuition, so just spend money to buy a lesson."
Wu Yong smiled when he heard this and still insisted: "It is indeed a treasure. If you don't believe it, I will show it to you."
Everyone shook their heads, thinking that there must be something wrong with this guy's brain, and he is still obsessed with it.
The shop owner had a sneer on his face. Despite his many years of experience, he could not tell that there was any trace of treasure in that shabby painting.
Zhou Peng also shook his head repeatedly and sighed. Ten thousand yuan must be a huge blow to Wu Yong, who comes from a poor family. He would have to comfort him later and not let him do anything stupid impulsively.
In short, no one present believed what Wu Yong said.
Under the eyes of everyone looking at him like a fool, Wu Yong silently activated the God of Chaos and swept it towards the scroll.
Since this painting contains the energy of chaos, there is no doubt that it must be a rare spiritual object.
How could such a spiritual object be an ordinary thing!
Wu Yong was convinced that there must be another mystery to this painting.
After the Chaos God was opened, everything became clear, the scroll gradually became transparent, and the situation inside was clearly visible.
"It turns out the secret is in the scroll."
Wu Yong raised the corners of his lips, revealed a clear smile, and withdrew the Chaos God.
Then he used both hands to twist the lower scroll.
With a click, the scroll opened.
Wu Yong reached in and took out a stack of neatly folded yellow rice paper.
The painting seller, shop owner, and Zhou Peng all widened their eyes when they saw this scene.
What the hell.
There really are other tricks!
Everyone in the audience looked straight at him.
"Holy shit, what is that!"
"There is actually another mystery!"
"No, is there really any treasure hidden in this?"
Zhou Peng couldn't hold himself back and moved closer.
"Let me see what's hidden in here."
Wu Yong smiled and handed the rice paper to him without looking at it.
Zhou Peng opened it almost tremblingly. When he saw the first page, his eyes flickered and he couldn't help shouting: "Fuck you!"
After a loud shout, everyone rushed over.
"What's inside!"
"It seems to be a letter from home."
Letter from home?
The shopkeeper was very nervous just now, but when someone said it was a letter from home, he immediately laughed contemptuously.
"Haha, what I thought was a treasure turned out to be a few letters from home. What's so great about letters from home is that they're not worth much even if they are older."
When he said this, not only did he not receive recognition, but he also drew a blank stare.
Many people looked at him as if they were looking at a pen.
"Not valuable? It depends on who wrote the letters home." Zhou Peng shook the rice paper in his hand, his voice almost trembling, and said excitedly: "These letters home are from Zeng Guofan, a minister of the late Qing Dynasty, and they are authentic Zeng Wenzheng
It’s an official letter, it’s authentic!”
What!
Zeng Wenzhenggong’s family letter! Authentic!
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
The shop owner still refused to believe it, so he pushed aside the crowd and got closer to take a closer look. His eyes widened after just one glance, and he fell backwards as if all the strength in his body had been drained out of him.
At this moment, his face turned black and purple, as if he had been swollen. It was wonderful.
It's not just the shop owner.
The expressions of the rest of the people present were not very good either.
Just now, they were all sarcastic towards Wu Yong, thinking that Wu Yong was a novice and a complete scapegoat, insisting on treating a broken painting as a treasure.
Unexpectedly, in the end, the real villains turned out to be them.
They never imagined that there was something else hidden in the scroll, including the original Zeng Guofan's family letter.
"Zeng Guofan was the first official official in the late Qing Dynasty. He was praised as a perfect man and a model official throughout the ages. He became the first person in the Qing Dynasty to be awarded the title of Marquis of Wu by a scholar! His family letters are written in beaded letters and are highly respected by the world, but the authentic ones left behind are not
There are so few of them, I didn’t expect that this scroll actually contains ten original letters from home!”
"These family letters were all written during the period when Zeng Guofan defeated the Taiping Army. The contents of two letters have never been seen before. These family letters not only have extremely high collection value, but also have amazing historical value!"
Zhou Peng held the letter from home tremblingly and couldn't help but sigh. His words fell into everyone's ears and struck their hearts like a heavy hammer.
As people who often hang out in the antique circle, they naturally know the value of these family letters.
Wu Yong not only did not make a mistake, but also made a huge mistake.
This deal is a huge profit!
Many people were upset at the moment. If they had just made a move, they could have bought the painting for a few hundred yuan. They were heart-beating if they missed this deal.
Seeing that everyone was so surprised, the painting seller asked sarcastically: "What? These family letters in the scroll are very valuable?"
Hearing his ignorant question, some people sneered.
"valuable?"
“Have you ever heard of ‘a letter from home is worth ten thousand dollars’?”
"The value of these family letters is more than ten thousand dollars, which cannot be measured by money alone! These are authentic Zeng Wenzheng's family letters!"
"Some time ago, Sotheby's auction house just auctioned an authentic letter from Zeng Wenzheng's family. The content in that letter was incomparable to the contents of these ten letters, and it was sold for hundreds of thousands. You said these ten letters from home
Add it all up, how much is it worth!”
Hearing this, the painting seller's heart trembled and he almost fainted on the spot.
He thought he had made a lot of money by selling a poor fake for ten thousand yuan, but who knew he had missed the real treasure.
At that moment, I felt so regretful that I might as well not sell this painting!
Who would have imagined that with an ordinary person's perspective, the priceless original family letter of Zeng Wenzhenggong would be hidden in a fake painting that could not be more clumsy.
If Wu Yong hadn't practiced the Chaos Art and could sense the existence of the energy of chaos, I'm afraid these family letters would never have been known to the public. (To be continued)