Lin Yi packed up his things and was about to leave, but Jin Baiwan's voice came from behind, "Lin Yi, Brother Lin--This is your name. If I remember it well, you still have several nicknames, namely "Doujin Shenshou" and "Bake-up King". Haha, I'm sorry, I guess I smashed your sign today-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lin Yi turned around and saw Jin Baiwan looking at him with a stern face. The original face of calling brothers and making money was long since replaced by disdain and contempt.

Originally, whether it was a bargain or a slap, there was no need to embarrass it on the table like this, but Jin Baiwan planned to do this from the beginning.

The reason is very simple, who made Lin Yi so "popular".

Millions of drawings,

Millions of Buddhist scriptures,

Million Land Rover---

His legend has become a myth in the old book industry in Nandu. If anyone can break this myth, then he will undoubtedly become famous in one battle!

Jin Baiwan is not short of money, he lacks fame.

He just wanted to give Lin Yi a fierce "shot" so that everyone could know that Lin Yi, who was as sensual as a ghost, and Lin Shenxian, was finally trapped in his own hands.

At this moment, Jin Baiwan and the Eighth Master and others beside him all looked proud, full of victory and mockery, as if Lin Yi had really fallen into a big fall this time.

Lin Yi smiled and didn't say anything.

It seems that other people's contempt and mockery are not painful to him.

Lin Yi has a very good cultivation skills, but in the eyes of people around him, he is pretending to be careless. After all, who can laugh at such a shameful thing?

Lin Yi turned around and wanted to leave, but coach Huang did not follow him.

Lin Yi turned around and looked at him and asked, "Why, are you angry?"

Teacher Huang: "They are laughing at you."

"Then let them laugh, there will be no less meat." Lin Yi said with a smile.

Teacher Huang clenched his fists and said coldly: "You speak, I'll beat them up."

Lin Yi shook his head and said, "Why are you beating them? You have to pay medical expenses. Besides, we are not at a loss!"

"Didn't you suffer a loss?"

Jin Baiwan was upset, "What do you mean, Lin Yi. He didn't suffer any loss, he refused to admit his mistakes, right? Haha, is this your temper of the 'Bake-up King'? It turns out that he likes to cheat."

Lin Yi turned his head and looked at him, suddenly took out the "Langhua Pavilion" he had just bought, walked to Jin Baiwan, and asked with a smile: "Do you have a knife?"

Jin Baowan laughed: "What kind of knife? Do you think cutting a sack can create a lot of Buddhist scriptures---Do you want a nail knife?"

"That's fine." Lin Yi actually took Jin Baiwan and took out the nail clipper.

Everyone looked at him.

Jin Baiwan also looked at him, his lips were full of sarcasm, seeing what the hell was doing.

Then, in full view of everyone, Lin Yi opened the back of the nail clipper, acted as a small blade, and removed it into the cover of the "Langhua Pavilion" ---

Everyone looked at him and didn't understand what he was doing.

Then Lin Yi took a knife and the hard shell of the inscription and the sound of the sound of the sound---

In an instant, a roll of paper as thin as a cicada's wings fell down from it like a butterfly...

"What's going on? There's something hidden in this hard shell?"

"It's evil!"

“What is it?”

Everyone's eyes widened.

...

Lin Yi once saw a very interesting story in "Tao Shu Notes". Speaking of the most famous book collector in the Tao Book world, Wei Li, once removed the cover of a book called "Baoxiantang Collection of Ancient Arts" engraved by Jinfan in the Ming Dynasty, which was used as waste paper to fill in three papers. After 2000, two papers were sent to Duoyunxuan in Shanghai for auction and sold for three million yuan. Another paper was filed from the cover of the original "Baoxiantang Collection of Ancient Arts" engraved by Jinfan in the Ming Dynasty, which was used as waste paper. Wei Li continued to collect the documents of three grain transport ships to Beijing in the 36th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty.

This story explains a truth. Many hard shells of inscriptions and calligraphy have fillers. As for what are those fillers, they just need to hit the eye, and those who pick up treasures can pick up treasures.

When Lin Yi first got this book "Langhua Pavilion", he only concluded that it was a fake, a fake, but later the rich ink fragrance told him that this inscription "has other mystery."

Lin Yi discovered the secret hidden in this inscription with a keen nose, but Lin Yi did not intend to reveal this secret at the beginning, and not to leak it. This is also the principle of Taoshu as a human being, so as not to prevent the stall owner from being picked up from being unable to get out of the stage.

But Jin Baiwan was reluctant to give up. To be precise, he was still behaved when he got a cheap price and insisted on killing Lin Yi.

Yes, Lin Yi can understand that Jin Baiwan wants to become famous. After all, he is too famous and everyone wants to make a name for himself. However, being a person must have a bottom line. It would be a bit unethical to force him in front of so many people.

Well, since you don’t speak morals, Lin Yi no longer bears it and directly reveals the secrets in the inscriptions and calligraphy in front of everyone.

When the hard shell of the inscription was taken apart and a roll of paper butterflies hidden inside fell down like a butterfly, everyone was stunned.

It is so hidden that it can be seen that the falling roll of paper is definitely a good thing.

The eighth master who was fighting with Jin Baiwan was an old expert. He knew that he was an old man when he saw the quality of the roll of paper. He hurriedly picked it up from the ground and looked through it carefully.

Lin Yi didn't stop him. If there was coach Huang around him, he was afraid that the old man would not be able to take it away.

Eighth Master widened his eyes and opened the roll of paper. The originally turbid old eyes suddenly became bright.

I saw that the old roll of paper was not paper, but silk!

This very thin silk fabric is very similar to satin, with a smooth side. If you don’t look closely, it is similar to that kind of old cotton paper. Only when you hold it in your hand and the tentacles feel soft, thin, smooth and delicate, can you tell that this is not paper but silk.

In ancient times, many literati and poets like to use silk fabrics such as silk as silk as the best rice paper and cotton paper, and send them to friends with excellent works. Therefore, the great poet Bai Juyi wrote a poem saying, "There are articles in it and it is amazing, and white fireworks are spread on the ground to gather snow."

It can be seen that since the Tang Dynasty, many literati like to use silk to recite poems and paintings, so white silk is as good as paper, and friendship is priceless.

And the white silk in front of me is written on it, which is to be precisely the famous Wang Duo's poem "Politics for Johnson Tang"!

...

How could "Personal Gift to John Tang" be hidden in a hard shell? It seems that the real book was obtained by the great collector Ye Gongchuo before, so how could it suddenly appear here?!

How strange it is.

Just when the Eighth Master was a little confused and couldn't figure it out, Jin Baiwan and others also came up and saw the poems and cursive running scripts on the silk at first sight--

Then, everyone who knows calligraphy takes a breath.

Is this the original work of Wang Duo?!

Let’s look at the red seal behind the manuscript. It is bright and full. Even if you don’t know the goods, you can see that it is the four words “Wang Duo’s Seal”.

Eighth Master's hands were trembling, his whole body was trembling, and Jin Baiwan's eyes were even more congested and turned blood red, and his eyes were staring at the pair of curly silk.

Everyone suppressed their breathing.

The four words "The original work of Wang Duo" are like bolts from the blue, making everyone feel dizzy and weak.

Although Lin Yi had not read the manuscript of the poem, he knew that it was definitely a treasure. The rich ink fragrance floated into his nose from above, which was definitely not comparable to an ordinary treasure. He had encountered Buddhist scriptures, drawings, and new literature of the Republic of China, "Shimo's Poems", but nothing could be compared with this rich ink fragrance.

Perhaps, this is unique in the world.

...

The original work of Wang Duo!

Shocked!

It exploded the entire old book market and the entire antique city!

The eighth Master's hands were trembling even more violently, and his eyes were reluctant to move away from the manuscript of the poem in his hand. He nagged: "It's impossible. Isn't the book "Song of John Tang" collected by Mr. Ye, a collector of the Republic of China? How could it appear here?"

"Then this is fake!" Jin Baiwan refused to admit that he was slapping his eyes and walked in his hand.

"But this handwriting, this seal, and this white silk texture..." Eighth Master stroked his hand and looked carefully with a magnifying glass. "It is indeed something from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. I have studied it all my life and it is impossible to make mistakes."

"Then... how much is it worth?" This is what Jin Baiwan cares most. Everyone around him also raised their ears.

Eighth Master stroked the white silk with his hands, just like stroking the tender skin of a beautiful woman, and said without hesitation: "No price, how can such a good work of art be measured by money?"

No price, that's not--

Priceless?!

...

The breathing became heavy.

Looking at the poems of the dragon and phoenix dancing and cursive dance, everyone showed a greedy look.

Jin Baiwan tried hard to calm his emotions, but his blood was like boiling angry water, impacting his entire body, so that his tone of speech was trembling: "Then... it should be a rough price, right? You are also an old expert in this field---"

The eighth Master's bright eyes dimmed, as if he was pondering something. After a moment, he said, "If I remember well, a similar piece of Wang Duo's "Cursive Poetry Scroll" last year won more than 16 million yuan in the Xileng auction---"

"Gugugu", Jin Baiwan made a strange sound in his throat, just like the sound of those zombies when they were resurrected in Hong Kong zombie films. At this moment, Jin Baiwan's face was ashen, stiff muscles, and bloodshot eyes were also like those bloodthirsty zombies.

But it's not over yet.

The Eighth Master then said, "But this one is much more precious than that one. If it is an authentic work, it cannot be measured by money."

This is the second time that the Eighth Master has said. Those who know his personality know that the treasure that can make the respected Eighth Master miss is really priceless.

Jin Baiwan felt that he was about to explode because Lin Yi had already taken the manuscript of the poem from the Eighth Master and said to the Eighth Master: "Thank you."

This "thank you" was very harsh, making Jin Baiwan feel that thousands of arrows were piercing his heart. He was mocking himself!

That's right, this poem should be mine!
To be continued...