Fang Wenzhong lit candles, hung up the calligraphy and paintings one by one, savoring and appreciating them one by one. Even if it is a fake, Fang Wenzhong will carefully observe and seek the finishing touch.

When Fang Wenzhong held up a candle and approached an ancient picture, he widened his eyes. It was a landscape painting master Yan Liben in the early Tang Dynasty. In the distance is an ancient temple surrounded by deep forests, and the close-up is a pine branches and rafting branches on the bridge, wind and snow. A guest in the middle is a desolate and riding a donkey staggers by, and the shape is desolate. The middle scene is a winding and clear spring, and the lower one can connect the splashing stream to help the looping momentum, and the upper one can extend to the window to continue the slightest ancient temple... The whole picture gives people a sense of frustration and sadness everywhere!

Fang Wenzhong was stunned. He looked at his life experience from painting, as if he was in the scene, and turned into the passerby riding a donkey. He couldn't help but feel desolate and cry.

While Fang Wenzhong was soaking and sad, the old rich man Zhou Xing, who had woken up from his coma at some point, secretly winked on Mrs. Zhou. Mrs. Zhou immediately understood and helped Zhou Xing persistently chew open the rope. The old rich man Zhou Xing quietly loosened his ties, but did not stand up and snatch the door openly, but lay on the ground and crawled out at a snail-like speed.

After escaping from heaven, Zhou Xing immediately ran around the front and back yards and called the servants who were watching the night. The servants immediately surrounded the master's bedroom.

"Fang Wenzhong, I already know your identity. You have been surrounded. I quickly let my wife go, raise my hand and surrender, and I will not kill her. I think this has never happened. What do you think!" After Zhou Xing shouted into the house, his intestines almost regretted it.

Fang Wenzhong shouted in surprise from the room: "Strange, when did you escape?"

Old man Zhou Xing was suddenly covered in black lines. It turned out that this guy was still addicted to calligraphy and paintings, and had never found out that he had escaped. If I had known this guy, I would have taken advantage of the stall where he was not paying attention to and rushed in to save his wife at lightning speed. Now, it would be better that Fang Wenzhong would wake up from the wonderful ocean of art, and missed the best rescue time.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world, but there is rat poison, but Zhou Laocai dared not touch this medicine at all when touching his fingernails.

Speaking of which, Fang Wenzhong woke up, and when he saw this, he hurriedly grabbed his wife, jumped out of the door, and said loudly: "I am just a thief, just asking for money? I don't want to make a fortune! If you want to save your wife, don't act rashly!"

Zhou Xing stroked his beard, his face was unstable, but hesitated for a moment, and finally took a deep breath and ordered his servants to take a few steps back.

Seeing that the situation eased slightly, Zhao Zhong was also greatly relieved. He looked at Zhou Xing and asked, "Head of Zhou, do you know why someone in my room suffered a loss today?"

"For this painting!" Zhou Xing pointed to Fang Wenzhong's "Pastoral Landscape Picture" and answered honestly.

"Then do you recognize this painting?" Zhao Zhong asked again.

Zhou Xing was quite funny when he saw the thief ask such words at this time, and he sighed and said: "This is the original work of Yan Liben, a great man in the early Tang Dynasty. I will tell you that in this big cabinet, only this painting is the original!

Zhou Xing is telling the truth. This "Pastoral Landscape Picture" has been treasured by the Zhou family for many years. It is just a matter of mixing with the fake paintings bought by Duan Mingyu.

"Tell me what's good about it?" Fang Wenzhong looked at Zhou Xing, who was quite rich, and asked provocatively.

Zhou Xing was just a rich man, but he was able to write his own name. He only knew the appearance of famous calligraphy and paintings but not the inside. Naturally, he could not say anything, and could not help but blush.

Cough, at this time, Fang Wenzhong felt that some kind of "technical itch" made him feel hot all over, and began to show off with a high voice: "Master Yan Liben was a well-deserved master of landscapes and pastoralism in the early Tang Dynasty. In his slashing, he could not see the elegance, slightness and softness of ordinary painters, and the desolate mood was everywhere in the mountains, peaks and hills, and trees were overflowing. If you don't believe it, the lines were powerful slashing and cutting without hesitation. The branches were also nailed heads and rats, with clear pauses and tails, with bony pauses and every stroke exposed..." As he said, Fang Wenzhong seemed to have forgotten his situation, and grabbed Mrs. Zhou's hand and naturally loosened it, and subconsciously unfolded the "Mountains and Rivers and Pastoral Picture", and began to point and sigh...

Zhou Xing and all the servants were stunned. They were all dull and their eyes were dazed. They were impressed by the unafraid of the strange thief's obsession. Fang Wenzhong said as he slowly rolled up the painting and said to Zhou Xing, who was still stunned: "This painting has become a rare treasure now, and can match half of your property! You should not mix it with a number of fake paintings, you should treasure it, love it and cherish it!" As he said that, he actually presented "Landscape and Pastoral Pictures" like Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing respectfully took the painting, and hugged it in love with him as if he was taking a treasure.

Zhou Xing patted the shoulder of the owner of the Zhou family and arranged: "Do you know that the most avoid insect erosion in the framed paintings, remember to put them in the camphor wood box!"

"Wake up, wake up, I must be awake..." Zhou Xing quickly agreed.

As soon as Zhou Xing finished speaking, Fang Wenzhong suddenly took Zhou Xing's arm and put it on Zhou Xing's neck again, and said with a smile: "If someone brings me money, how about you send me a ride?"

Zhou Xing woke up, but he had been hostage by Fang Wenzhong, and his heart was suddenly cold. At this time, even though Zhou Laocai was unwilling to do so, he had to let the family members use the wrapped money. A group of servants and old man Zhou Xing, who was closely held by Fang Wenzhong, respectfully sent Fang Wenzhong out of the door.

When he walked to the door of Zhou Mansion, Fang Wenzhong suddenly stopped and said to Xingxiao: "Thank you, Brother Zhou, for sending you off, but I have to say that the painting you are holding is a fake, which was copied by my father at the time! The authentic product is still in my house! The family is in trouble, but I really don't want to sell this heirloom treasure. In order to preserve the authentic product and pass it on to my descendants, I would rather steal and be criticized and reluctant to take action! Today, Brother Zhou is also kind of forgiving..."

Then Zhou Xing suddenly realized, threw the scroll far away, and said angrily: "You thief, you are really too bullying..."

Fang Wenzhong ran forward and picked up the painting, not even the money was left, and threw it back to Zhou Xing, clasped his fists, shook it at the owner of the Zhou family for a few times, and then disappeared into the night like a flying...
Chapter completed!