No, I am not dreaming, Mr. Song couldn't help but rub his eyes, rub his face, and decided to take a closer look.

"Old Song, what's wrong? Could this thing be wrong?" Boss Zhen, who just raised his head, looked over and looked at Mr. Song in this way. Boss Zhen felt a little strange. No, although he was still a little different from Old Song, his eyesight was not bad. I just looked carefully. No matter whether it is paper or handwriting, it is absolutely fine. Ji Yun wrote it!

"Look at the other few more pictures before talking about it." Without answering Boss Zhen's question, Mr. Song asked this person to take a closer look at the other few more pictures before talking about it.

"What, is there anything wrong with these pictures?" Boss Zhen looked at the remaining flower paper with words written in confusion. It wasn't it also Ji Xiaolan's words, right? Because of this idea, Boss Zhen did not look at the content carefully, but looked at the place where the signature was signed as soon as possible.

"Hiss~" he let out a breath of cold breath. Now he understood why Mr. Song was like this. The position of the magnifying glass moved and hurriedly looked at the content of the text, one or two. Although the flower paper with words written on it, including Ji Xiaolan's one, was only less than ten, the weight of these characters was heavier than the other.

It was no joke to quickly pull your eyes back to the first one. If it were these people, it would be really rare. The little girl named Jian'er would definitely make a lot of money this time.

Seeing Mr. Song’s appearance, and seeing Boss Zhen’s excitement was almost going crazy, several young people looked at each other, what’s going on?

"Hey, what's wrong with them?" Jian'er gently pulled Song Ningyuan's tail and asked. He was literate Zhao Jing and Zhao Xiaomei, but he didn't notice what was going on here. When the literacy was over, the four big men had already filled up their positions, and they couldn't see clearly what was going on. At first, these two old men turned into this, which was really scary. You must know that these two men are not young at this age. They are almost two hundred years old when they add together. They are all older. They have many old problems. When they are older, they have to pay attention to their emotions and must be calm. Otherwise, it is easy to pull up some problems. Look at them being so excited that they seem to be stimulating, so don't do anything.

Song Ningyuan, who was pulled out of clothes, raised his head and shook his head blankly. In fact, this sentence was a waste of time. He had a problem. As long as he focused on looking at something, he would forget all the things around him. Even if he beat gongs and drums next to him, it would not have even a slight impact on him. Unfortunately, Song Ningyuan just focused on appreciating the two pieces of flower paper he had just obtained, so he didn't know what happened next to him. If Jian'er hadn't pulled him just now, this person would have been awake now.

But even so, Song Ningyuan only woke up for less than two seconds. After shaking his head, he put the mind back on the flower paper in his hand. Well, this flower paper really lives up to its reputation! I really don’t know what kind of people are willing to use it. It is as exquisite as a piece of art. If you don’t have much effort in your hand, you probably won’t even dare to put in ink. The slightly worse word on it would be a blasphemy to art. He was thinking that this piece was given to his old man, and he would definitely like it. The other piece had to be kept, which was one of his few collections.

When Jian'er saw this reaction, she knew that it would be useless to ask again. As long as this kind of person enters his own world, he will be in a state of ignoring everything and ignoring ghosts. Even if he wakes up, he will never know what happened just now, so it is useless to wake up this person. It would be better to let him continue to immerse himself in his own thinking.

Jian'er sighed and turned her eyes to the other person next to her, not knowing this person...

"I didn't pay attention either." Song Haoming didn't have the problem with Song Ningyuan, but he really didn't pay attention just now. Only after Boss Zhen was recruited by Mr. Song, he had the opportunity to appreciate Ji Xiaolan's post. Such a rare opportunity did not take a closer look at how it could be, so why did these two old men suddenly thrust and he didn't pay attention.

OK, no one knows! But... Jian'er looked at the boss Zhen with concern, and Mr. Song was nothing. But if Boss Zhen was not wrong, he wouldn't be so excited.

Just now, Jian'er noticed that this boss Zhen's breathing was short, but it was not accompanied by coughing. The phenomenon of phlegm was also slightly purple around his earlobes, around his lips, nose, and fingertips. From this appearance, this person should have a problem with his heart and is a heart disease patient. Such people should always keep their emotions calm, and they should not be happy or sad, nor should they suddenly fluctuate their emotions, otherwise it may cause illness, which is dangerous.

But I don’t know what’s going on, so how can I get these two old men who seem to have already had their throats back to normal? You can’t give them a bucket of cold water to cool them down.

Ah! There is!

Jian'er raised her head and then leaned back: "Lei, please do me a favor."

Lei Mei raised her eyebrows and helped? What are you doing?

"Well, you can freeze the two of them and cool them down." Jian'er pointed at Mr. Song and the boss Zhen.

His face turned dark, Lei looked at Jian'er with dissatisfaction, and the air pressure around him sank. He put out air conditioners. What does it mean to put out air conditioners? If he wants to put out, he also lets out "electricity". What he controls is the power of lightning, not the ability of ice.

"Well, that's right, come on! Just keep it going... Well, it's better to strengthen the air conditioner!" Without noticing Lei's dissatisfaction, Jian'er shouted excitedly. Sure enough, Lei's mobile, environmentally friendly and pollution-free air conditioner is easy to use, Jian'er thought proudly.

Looking at the little woman leaning against her and not in her condition at all, Remo was probably the only one who dared to instruct him like this and talk to him like this. This girl is really...

"Hajiu--!" The two old men had not yet reacted, but a loud sneezing came from behind Jian'er, followed by a complaint from the little and delicate little girl, "Why did it suddenly cool down?" Zhao Jing was very depressed. The temperature dropped too quickly. Should I go back to the room to change my clothes?

But it happened to be a coincidence. This sneeze made the two old men who were in a state of thrusting back to their senses.

"Girl Jian'er, come here." Old Master Song waved to Jian'er with an excited look and signaled her to go over.

"What's wrong?" Blinking his eyes, Jian'er walked over with confusion on her face.

"Look. Look!" Old Master Song sent the posts in his hand forward, and looked at Jian'er with anticipation.

What's the situation? Jian'er glanced at Mr. Song with a little confusion. Why is there something wrong with this word? Come on, let's take a look at the situation.

Hum? The ink is used in this word, and it gives people a feeling of being restrained, full of Tai Chi, and reaching the level of perfection. People who have this characteristic of calligraphy in the Qing Dynasty should be—

"'Big Ink Prime Minister' Liu Yong?" Jian'er blurted out.

This calligraphy is different from the beautiful and charming fonts of Liu Yong in his early years. When he was middle-aged, Liu looked vigorous and strong and lush. This heavy and natural feeling should be a work by Liu Yong in his later years, and it can be said to be a masterpiece.

"And, and so, look at this again." Old Master Song then handed over the second word.

"Well, the font of this character is square and gorgeous, the central palace is tight, and the dignified look is quite charming; it is full of all directions, and it is always elegant and outspoken; it is a gentle and elegant style in a moderate way. It can be said that everyone is full of energy. But a pity, the writing style is too strict, and I don't like it." Jian'er shook her head, "This should be written by Prince Cheng, one of the four masters of Qing calligraphy." When she saw the signature, it was indeed the owner of Yijinzhai.

At this time, a feeling surged into Jian'er's heart. She ignored the analysis of the works and read the signatures directly when she started. The remaining two pictures were indeed written by Weng Fanggang and Tiebao.

"Good guy, all the four masters of the Qing Dynasty are alive!" Jian'er almost couldn't help but whistle, and she felt so beautiful. Hey, look, look, this is the character (Xiao Hai: It should be a rat product. Didn't you find it all for greed?) Ah, we bought a scrap newspaper and actually gave a stack of floral paper, and there was also a complete set of four masters of calligraphy in the Qing Dynasty. This is luck.

Well, there are the last two pictures, and this name is even bigger. One of them is the infamous, the biggest corrupt official, gentleman, and adults in the Qing Dynasty. The other is the work of Emperor Qianlong himself who was not someone else, who destroyed countless classic paintings.

I won’t talk about this with the adults, everyone knows it, but Qianlong, to be honest, he was very disliked by Jian'er, so I won’t talk about anything else. Emperor Qianlong had a very big problem, that is, he liked to mention words, that is, "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", he would use a pen to leave a mark of his "travel here".

If you say that this person's characters are of Wang Xizhi, Liu Gongquan, Mi Fu, Dong Qichang, etc., then you can also say that they have added color to this painting. But Qianlong's characters are just like the comment in "Yuelou Bitan" "Only thousands of characters are the same, there is no change. Even though they are peaceful, they will never have the mighty style." Such characters are painted on those paintings that have been passed down from generation to generation, which is not a destruction of paintings. Especially this person has a problem. The more he likes paintings, the more he likes paintings. There is a feeling that he will feel that he will be destructive.

In addition to the above, Qianlong also had a very bad habit. In addition to drawing on ancient paintings in the past, this person also liked to stamp on ancient paintings, and they also liked to stamp them in the middle, such as "Qianlong's Preview Treasure" and "Since 70s", and the like, he just stamped them on it. It was really annoying.

But no matter what, people are emperors, and people have the capital to be willful. To put it in a popular saying now, it is "I am the emperor, and I am so willful."

After getting far away, Jian'er pulled back her thoughts that had run thousands of miles apart for some reason, then raised her head and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Song?"

"Where will we go to have a big meal tonight?" As soon as the words of Niu Tou's inconsistent words came to the ground, they attracted a lot of echoes from everyone, especially a few young people. They were completely speechless about Jian'er's luck that could be described as a monster.

Everyone suddenly remembered the comment from Mr. Song before this person came. This person was like a gem sucking, and those treasures always cried and shouted and rushed into her arms. Now it seems that this sentence is really not an exaggeration at all. Look at how long it took, this person to find several treasures, and it will not make people live. Forget it, we are normal people, we don’t compare with monsters. But not comparing with monsters does not mean that we kill this monster and say that it is unfair.

Jian'er's black line, you shameless guys.

"By the way, there is another Buddha image. Could it be a treasure?" Zhao Jing said, and she suddenly remembered that there was one thing that Jian'er got tonight that no one had ever appreciated. Could it be a treasure, or was there something hidden inside?

"Ah?! That one? That one is not an antique. I helped someone else to invite it. It's really not a valuable thing." Jian'er explained.

"Look, let everyone see." Zhao Jingyu said coquettishly. She was very curious. If there was a mystery in this piece, then Jian'er would have had a three-pointer tonight. That would be cool!

"You just want to see it." I don't care about Jian'er, but although Jian'er doesn't care, she can't resist someone. It's wrong that there are animals. As soon as BJAN'er's words fell, the fat mouse in her arms almost jumped up, but was immediately suppressed by Jian'er. Jian'er didn't have to do it. She just glanced at her eyes and said in a low voice: "You are not good, I will send them the image of breaking Buddha directly." Gan'er immediately honestly.

Looking at the guys who were walking around the Buddha's image and touching and pinching from time to time, especially Zhao Jing, who turned the Buddha over, turned over, pinched left and right, making Jian'er speechless. If this blessing image could speak, I believe he would shout "Improper!"

"How is it? I didn't lie to you, this is really an ordinary Buddha statue." After seeing everyone "touching" the Buddha image once, Jian'er spoke out.

"Will I see if I can do it again?" The person who spoke was Zhao Jing. The girl was still unwilling to give up now. Her persistence in the adjective "Three-Down Blossom" made this person really unable to give up.
Chapter completed!