Flowers

"No, I've said it all without any regrets! Take the money!" Zhu Zhihua said shamelessly, but he had just finished regretting it.

"Dad, can you lend me six hundred thousand first?"

Lin Yu said to Jiang Jingren embarrassedly, he didn't have a penny on him.

A burst of jeers suddenly broke out from the crowd, "It turns out he is a pauper."

"Why bother? Just make a fool of yourself and pretend to be fat."

"If I have such a stupid son-in-law, I will definitely let my daughter divorce him."

There are many outsiders present today, and they don't know that Jiang Jingren is the donor of the painting.

"Jiarong, is there a mezzanine in this painting?" Jiang Jingren quickly pulled Lin Yu aside and asked in a low voice.

Ever since people in the antique circle knew that Ming Qie Tie was hidden in a fake sandwich and preserved, they all checked their calligraphy and paintings one after another, and Zhu Zhihua was no exception, so he naturally checked the painting thoroughly.

"No." Lin Yu shook his head.

"Then why did you buy it?" Jiang Jingren wondered if his son-in-law was inflated and secretly regretted that he shouldn't praise him so much.

"Although there is no interlayer, there may still be another mystery in the painting." Lin Yu said to Jiang Jingren with a solemn expression.

"Okay, then I will believe you again." Jiang Jingren gritted his teeth, remembering the scene when he discovered Ming Jie, and decided to believe Lin Yu.

Then Lin Yu transferred the money to Zhu Zhihua, ran to the cold dining table nearby, unfolded the painting, borrowed a magnifying glass, and looked at it carefully.

The people around him couldn't help but be a little curious and came over one after another.

"Huh, it's all in vain. Mr. Tao is an expert in this field, how can he still lose to you?!" Zhu Zhihua dismissed it.

"Oh, it's just an ordinary painting. I overestimated it!"

Lin Yu couldn't help but shook his head and sighed at this time, looking very disappointed and even a little angry.

"Hahahaha, young people, every time you learn, you will gain wisdom."

"It's ridiculous that Mr. Tao dares to question!"

"Let's learn more in the future and pretend to understand when you don't understand."

Everyone felt extremely happy in their hearts, and they all taunted you, telling you that you deserved it for not listening to the advice.

Mr. Tao couldn't help but puff up his chest. In the world of calligraphy and painting, he really had never lost to anyone.

"Oh, five hundred thousand, just compensation." Jiang Jingren covered his chest in distress, wanting to cry but without tears.

"Dad, don't take money so seriously. I told you before that he doesn't understand anything, but you didn't listen."

Jiang Yan hurriedly moved her father's chest, pretending to understand Lin Yu's ignorance, and she was a little angry. If you were lucky enough to bump into him once, it was just crazy to want to bump into him a second time.

"This broken painting cost me half a million yuan, what's the use of keeping it!"

Faced with everyone's ridicule, Lin Yu was obviously a little angry. He suddenly grabbed the painting and tore it hard. Wow, the good brocade painting was immediately torn into two halves.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked, it's over, this young man is crazy.

"Hey, hey..." Jiang Jingren didn't have time to stop him. He suddenly felt like thousands of arrows were piercing his heart. God, even the one hundred thousand was lost now.

After tearing the painting in half, Lin Yu wasn't done yet. He continued to pick it up and tear it apart, looking very angry.

The last good painting was basically torn into pieces by him, which made the antique lovers next to him feel heartbroken.

After tearing up the painting, Lin Yu angrily threw it on the table. Suddenly, something rolled out of the painting and fell to the ground.

Everyone followed the sound and found that the scrolls on both sides of the scroll had rolled out. The painting had been torn into pieces, and the wooden scrolls wrapped in brocade naturally fell out.

"Don't tell me, this scroll is quite good, the wood is delicate." A person in the crowd who has a lot of research on ancient wood couldn't help but say.

I saw two wooden scrolls, black and red, shiny, indeed different from ordinary wood.

Lin Yu picked up the two scrolls curiously, took a look at them, handed them to Mr. Tao, and said, "Mr. Tao, although you specialize in calligraphy and painting, I heard that you also have a lot of research in wood carving. Take a look at these two scrolls."

Is this broken piece of wood worth some money?"

After Mr. Tao saw the scroll in Lin Yu's hand, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly took it carefully, then put on his reading glasses and looked at it carefully.

Seeing that everyone was looking at the scroll in Tao's hand attentively, Zhu Zhihua was a little disapproving. In his opinion, it was just two broken pieces of wood. There was nothing interesting about it.

"Agarwood, it really is agarwood!"

Mr. Tao, who had been examining it for a long time, suddenly let out an exclamation.

"Agarwood?!"

Everyone around them couldn't help but be surprised. They must know that agarwood is an extremely valuable wood. In ancient times, it was said to be worth ten thousand yuan, and it is even more expensive in modern times.

Mr. Tao put the painting scroll between his nose and smelled it carefully, and said: "It has been so long that the surface has formed patina, but the fragrance is still so strong. It can be seen that it contains a lot of oil. The color of the whole body is dark, and it looks ink under the light."

It’s green, and the oil fiber is white-gold. If I guessed correctly, it should be the white Qinan among Qinan.”

Everyone was in an uproar. You must know that Qinan is the best among agarwood varieties. Nowadays, one gram of Qinan powder on the market has been sold for thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars. How much are two such large sticks of Qinan worth?

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"When I scratched the texture with my nails just now, it felt very sticky and soft. It can be seen that the degree of alcoholization is very high. It should be the top-grade nanmu produced in Hainan. Congratulations, young man." Tao Lao smiled and looked at Lin Yu, holding the wood in his hand.

The scroll was handed back to him.

Qinnan is a spice exclusively used by the royal family in ancient times. Since this painting was made by a member of the royal family, it is normal to use Qinnan wood for the scroll. However, the scroll is sewn and wrapped in brocade. It is impossible to find it unless the painting is torn up.

, so Lin Yu was a blessing in disguise.

"It's true that stupid people have stupid blessings, alas."

"Had I known it, I would have rushed to buy it. I would have bought it for six million."

"Come on, you don't have that life."

Many red-eyed people in the crowd also sighed, wondering why they were not so lucky.

Jiang Jingren, who was sitting on the chair feeling distressed, stood up suddenly when he heard this, walked over quickly to pass the two scrolls and took a closer look, and said excitedly: "Mr. Tao, are you sure? This is really a strange nanmu."

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Mr. Tao nodded and smiled and said, "Although I don't specialize in this area, I still have some confidence. I can't go wrong."

"Jia Rong, you are really the lucky star of our Jiang family!"

Jiang Jingren held a piece of strange nanmu in one hand and was extremely surprised. What a son-in-law! From now on, "He Jiarong" is his biological son!

Jiang Yan couldn't help but frown, and looked at Lin Yu in surprise. Is this wimp really so lucky?
Chapter completed!