"Feng Ya, how do you say?" Wang Zhirong interrupted deliberately, turned his head and said to Ding Qishan: "Qishan, don't mind."

Ding Qishan waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, it's young man."

The atmosphere between the banquet has always been in this strange state. Everyone seems harmonious, but in fact they keep comparing.

Wang Zhirong seized the "Jiang Ce" as a fatal point and kept suppressing Ding Qishan.

This is the first time he has been so happy in so many years.

While eating and drinking, Xu Cong suddenly stood up and said to Wang Zhirong, "Dad, today I didn't prepare any gifts. I knew you like calligraphy, so I bought a copybook for you. I hope you like it."

"Oh? Come and have a look."

Xu Cong took out the copybook from his side and opened it on the spot.

After seeing the content of the copybook, Wang Zhirong couldn't sit still. This was not an ordinary copybook, but the original work of Tang Bohu - "The Spiritual Post of Chan Gong"!

Ordinary people only know that Tang Bohu’s paintings are first-class, but they do not know that his calligraphy is among the best and has a place in history.

Tang Bohu's calligraphy is rare, and it is even rarer to pass on it.

Nowadays, each of Tang Bohu's calligraphy is worth more than tens of millions of yuan, which is the best one that is hard to come by!

Such a gift is too expensive.

Especially for those like Wang Zhirong who have been studying calligraphy for many years, they can’t put it down when they receive such gifts and can no longer measure its value with money.

"Okay, very good, very good!"

"Xu Cong, you must have spent a lot of money on this painting, right?"

Xu Cong smiled slightly, "Not much, it was collected from a friend. It is nearly half cheaper than the market price, only more than 10 million."

More than ten million?

talent?

Ding Qishan on the opposite side was almost unable to sit still, and he lost a lot today.

He also has a deep study of calligraphy, so he naturally knows how valuable Tang Bohu's original works are, and he also knows that even if he has money, he may not be able to buy such peerless and rare books.

Ding Qishan was both envious and jealous.

But there is nothing to do.

Wang Zhirong said to Ding Qishan happily: "Qishan, look, is this Tang Bohu's book true or false?"

This is clearly showing off.

Ding Qishan looked at it with a tough forehead and squeezed out a smile, "It's true."

"Hahahaha, even people like Qishan who are very knowledgeable about calligraphy say it is true, so it must be impossible to be wrong. Xu Cong, you are really my good son-in-law."

Everyone in the Wang family smiled proudly on their faces.

On the other hand, Ding Qishan and Ding Mengyan were both lowering their heads and sighing, frowning.

At this time, Wang Zhirong asked Jiang Ce again: "Nephew, you will never come empty-handed on this day, right? You should bring some gifts to your father-in-law, right?"

Wang Fengya next to him sneered, "Dad, don't be embarrassed about others. What can I buy for 8,000 yuan? Isn't this embarrassing for you? Can't you get out of Taiwan?"

Only then did Wang Zhirong wake up like a dream and repeatedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm wrong, I'm a little higher than your requirements."

The Ding family's father and daughter's faces became heavier.

Jiang Ce was quite calm. He put down the chopsticks in his hand and said lightly: "Actually, I also bought a copybook for my father-in-law."

Xu Cong smiled, "Oh? You also bought copybooks? Is it the one in a stationery store that costs eight yuan per bag?"

Wang Fengya gave him a blank look and said, "Nonsense, it has increased to ten yuan now, okay?"

The couple sang together, which made Jiang Ce useless.

Jiang Ce didn't care, so he bent down and picked up his copybook. "Coincidentally, my copybook is also Tang Bohu's, and... it was also this "Changong Lingpu"."

Um?

In an instant, the atmosphere in the private room changed.

Xu Cong sneered and said, "Hey, this joke is not funny at all. Tang Bohu's copybooks are rare, and "The Spiritual Sticker of Changong" is even more of a superb work, only one. I have one here, how could you still have it?"

Jiang Ce smiled, "Then there must be someone's copybook that is fake."

"Ha, what do you mean is mine? Pretend to show off your copybook and show me!"

In front of everyone, Jiang Ce opened the copybook.

What is revealed is a very perfect copybook. Coincidentally, this copybook is exactly the same as the one Xu Cong took out just now!

"This..." Xu Cong was stunned.

If the two copybooks are exactly the same, there must be one person's fake one.

Xu Cong sneered, "Oh, it's not bad, the imitation is quite similar. Jiang Ce, how much did you buy from the carpet? The simulation level is so high, it's no less than 200 yuan in my opinion, right?"

He insisted that Jiang Ce's copybook was fake.

Jiang Ce smiled and said lightly: "Some people spent 20 million to buy a fake product, but they didn't know it when they became suckers. They also had to slap the swollen face and pretend to be fat. They really don't know what to say."

"What did you say?" Xu Cong shouted: "Haha, how dare you question whether my copybook is fake?"

"It's not a question, it's a fact."

When the two sides were in a stalemate, an old man wearing glasses and clothes passed by outside the door. When he heard the quarrel inside the room, he subconsciously glanced inside.

With just one glance, the old man couldn't move.

“That’s…”

The old man's eyes shone, came uninvited, and broke into their private room in a daze.

"You two, can you give me a look at the copybook in your hands?"

Everyone looked at the old man.

Wang Zhirong and Ding Qishan were stunned at first. People like them who are very knowledgeable about calligraphy are very familiar with the old man in front of them.

This old man is Ye Xingong, a famous contemporary calligraphy saint in the domestic calligraphy world.

Mr. Ye’s calligraphy is invincible in the world.

There are thirty-six disciples under his sect, each of whom is a super master who is well-known at home and abroad. It can be said that Mr. Ye is a symbol of the calligraphy world today.

Such a character, Wang Zhirong and Ding Qishan, don’t have the chance to curry favor with him.

I didn't expect that I would meet like this today.

The two of them quickly stood up, bent down to Ye Xingong and bowed, and said in unison: "I have seen Mr. Ye!"

Ye Xingong smiled and touched his beard, his eyes never left two copybooks.

He couldn't wait to say, "You're welcome, how many, can you let me see?"

Wang Zhirong was happy, "Old Ye wants to see it, but I am reluctant to ask for it. Coincidentally, these two copybooks are exactly the same, and we can't figure out which one is real or that one is fake. Old Ye is here, and we can just help us consider it and see which one is the real work of Tang Bohu!"

"Okay, let me take a look."

Xu Cong first handed over his picture.

Ye Xingong looked at it over and over again, and while everyone was anxiously waiting, he said: "Haha, this copybook is of extremely high quality and its work is quite perfect. Unfortunately, it is a fake!"
Chapter completed!