On the left side of the ship king was a blond and blue-eyed foreigner in his forties. He was dressed in an ordinary dress and was wearing jeans and a shirt. But in this outfit, he was not as cramped when he was with Mr. Bao. This person was Mr. Green, the Commissioner of the Hong Kong Independent Commission Against Corruption. Speaking of the Hong Kong Independent Commission Against Corruption, his authority and reputation among the people are not to be mentioned. Just look at the Governor of the Hong Kong Independent Commission Against Corruption, Mr. Green’s power is self-evident.

Mr. Green and the King of Ship were walking side by side. Two middle-aged men were faintly behind the two. The tall and elegant man on the left was a little younger, about forty years old, and the middle-aged man on the right was a little fat, with slightly frosted temples and few wrinkles on his face. He was about fifty years old. Both of them were wearing simple short-sleeved shirts, pants, and walking with their arms. His style was not inferior to Mr. Bao and Mr. Green who were leading the front line.

To be more specific, the two of them have an extraordinary identity. The young and elegant one was Mr. Xu Mingyuan, the boss of Huangpu, who had made his first pot of gold before, and later became famous. The one who gained weight was also quite good. He was Mr. Huo, who had a close relationship with the mainland and made his fortune through smuggling and real estate.

Mr. Bao, Mr. Green, Mr. Huo and Xu Mingyuan, can be said to be of great origin and amazing power. It is difficult to see one person, but today they gather together, which is really shocking.

"Mr. Bao, Mr. Green, Mr. Huo, and Mr. Xu are here. I am here to welcome you. I am here to forgive you for your crimes. What's wrong? I'm here to take care of the business of the shop today. I'll say thank you first."

The Lame Old lived in Hong Kong for a day, and China was like a middle-aged man in the prosperous era, and most of the guests were in the upper class. As the shopkeeper of the prosperous era, Lame Old has received many invitations from parties, because everyone knows that the owner of China's prosperity is mysterious and he also heard that it is a stunning person in the world. It is actually a few people who are lucky enough to meet with her, let alone invite her to join the party, so they can only settle for the second best. Instead, they invited Lame Old. Although Lame Old is not very familiar with these famous Hong Kong bosses, they have had a few encounters. Among them, Green is particularly Chinese and is obsessed with antiques, but his skills are really limited, so he often hits his eyes. The Lame Old, the saint in the antique world, naturally became his object of worship. The two have a few interactions.

"You are polite, I'm not to hide it. When we heard that there was a grand event in China today in today's prosperous era, we were shameless and arrived without invitation. We are considered as bad guests. I hope that Manager Xu will not be accustomed to it!" The four of us, Mr. Ship King, was the oldest, so he came forward to answer.

If these people want to watch the game, how could the lame old man say no? Besides, there are already thousands of people, so they are not short of these people, so they naturally responded with greetings. Finally, they invited these people to go up to the high platform and sit on the middle side. And when these people entered the venue, they would have to greet the shopkeeper Zhao again.

It was so noisy that it was difficult to settle for a long time. Suddenly, the second floor, the VIPs who were lying under the railing suddenly became noisy. Many people rushed downstairs and rushed straight to the northeast corner. It turned out that someone had opened a gambling plate for this battle of treasure and took a closer look. Who is Mr. He who is not the title of gambling king in Macau?

Here the room was paying money to bet on, shouting and making noise, and it was a long time to make a lot of trouble. After the central motor of the doutai held the gong and beat it hard for several times, the scene was completely suppressed, and several other rules for watching the battle were announced. Violators were asked to leave the field. Only in this way could the scene be completely fixed.

Seeing that the scene was settled, the lame old man did not hesitate anymore, opened the locked red box, put on white silk gloves, took out a scroll from the box, lined it up in the middle of the wooden table, and then spread it out carefully. Then a narrative painting of silk characters about one foot wide and about one meter long was presented to everyone.

But I heard from the old lame old man that said, "The "Han Xizai Night Banquet" was painted in the Five Dynasties and was written by Gu Minzhong, a famous figure painter at that time. It depicts the night banquet of Han Xizai, the assistant minister of the Southern Tang Dynasty. The composition of the painting is rigorous, the characters are elegant and vivid, the lines are vigorous and smooth, and the colors are bright and elegant. It fully reflects the style of figure paintings of the Five Dynasties in terms of skills and styles. It can be called a famous work in the history of Chinese painting! Of course, the comment of "famous work" is based on the high point of the entire history of Chinese painting. Compared with today, it has become a masterpiece in the history of painting. Please give me a look."

After saying that, the lame old man gave in. Before he could completely retreat, the five old men of the Anti-Popular Alliance rushed forward and surrounded the scroll. Some even lengthened their bodies, lay on the conference table, held up a magnifying glass to start appreciating.

At this time, thousands of spectators below also exclaimed, as if shocked by the famous paintings that have passed down from generation to generation. The ship kings came here to appreciate the legendary treasures. They would not sit still, but stood up, surrounded the periphery, and quietly watched through the gaps formed by the old men.

Speaking of which, the people of the Anti-Permanent Alliance knew it well. After all, in order to set up a signboard, China held an exhibition of high-end antiques, which was included in it. This group of people had appreciated it at that time. The reason why they are so embarrassed is not because they are afraid of the old man who makes a fake or make fakes to shake it up, but because these old men really admire this work that has been passed down from the heart. Every time they meet, they are like meeting their first love. The feelings are pure and the impulse is even more inexplicable.

At this moment, these five old men of white beard said they were appraisal, rather than saying that they were enjoying it. After a while of tossing, they set the tone and the sound was correct.

"Since your people have all found out that they are right, then start the next game!" The lame old man waved his hand and called on the motor standing on the side to wrap up the scroll, and he would immediately make the final decision.

"slow!"

With a bang, Manager Zhao slapped the wide table, "Shopkeeper Xu, confidence is good, but you must know that blind confidence is arrogant. Why, after so much effort, you can't wait? After you finish the goods, you won't let me fiddle with it. Isn't that right?"

The lame old man sneered and said, "Please!" He was really curious. Seeing that the person surnamed Zhao could show off, he insisted on embarrassing him, and Xu didn't stop him.

On this side, Manager Zhao suddenly took out a blue wooden box from his pocket, then opened the wooden box and took out a ball of silk like rain from it, and then folded the silk on the piece of silk fabric with both hands, and the ball of silk turned into a glove and put it on his hand. Then Manager Zhao opened the first box on the left and carried a roll of cloth out of it with precious land. The roll of cloth was about twenty centimeters long, very thick.

Manager Zhao carefully reported the square cloth to the table. He did not unfold it immediately, but stood there, constantly inhaling and exhaling. It seemed that the small cloth was as heavy as thousands of pounds, and it still needed to accumulate energy to open it.

Manager Zhao was so serious that the air in the audience suddenly condensed. Thousands of eyes stared at the rolled cloth in the audience, and even the lame old man who had laughed so hard that he had been sneering. Because with his years of keenness in dealing with antiques, he could clearly feel that this thing was definitely not simple.

After a few more breaths, Manager Zhao just pressed the broken cloth with one hand, gently grasped a corner of the cloth with the other hand, and slowly pulled it outward, one meter, two meter, meter...5 meters. Manager Zhao was only stopped when he was more than five meters away. At this time, the entire scroll had already shown its true appearance, but it was about five meters long, and it threw half of the wide desk side by side. It was less than a ruler, only twenty-four or five centimeters long, and it was also made of silk, but the content of this painting was much more complicated.

But in the mist of sparse forests, there are several thatched huts, grass bridges, flowing water, old trees and small boats. A soft sedan chair is walking in this mist. Bypassing an arch bridge, the spacious Bian River is the spacious Bian River. At this point, the majestic Bian River scenery slowly unfolds. From the picture, you can see that the banks of the Bian River are densely populated. Grain boats are gathered, and some people are resting in teahouses. Some are watching fortune telling, and some are eating in restaurants. Bypassing the majestic Bian River, it is centered on the tall city towers, with houses on both sides lined up, including teahouses, wine shops, butchers, temples, and public houses............

When the painting was unfolded, the whole audience was gone. The newly installed rotating mirror above the head accurately projected the content of this rare long painting on several newly set mirrors outside the site, allowing thousands of viewers scattered around to see clearly. This painting is really magnificent. It uses a scattered perspective composition method to incorporate complex scenery into a unified and changing picture. The whole scene is vast and the content is rich. The whole painting is grand, the composition is rigorous and the brushwork is meticulous, which fully demonstrates the painter's profound insight into social life and superb artistic expression ability, and also pulls the viewer's soul into the painting with an extremely powerful infectious power.

At this moment, the hall of thousands of square meters was not sounded at all, and even the sound of breathing was extinct. Thousands of people and thousands of eyes were staring at this painting. Even the stinky merchants and fools with no foundation in calligraphy and painting were betting on their appreciation of this rare work at this moment. After all, the feeling and appreciation of beauty are the same as thousands of people!

"This is, is it the Qing... Ming Dynasty... River Map?"

Since the painting was unfolded, the lame old man was stunned, staring at the unfolded scroll as if he was foolish, and walked over. It seemed to be several miles away, and he had walked for more than twenty minutes before he spoke this question like a dream.

Wow!

The lame old man asked, his voice was light and small, but in this thousand square meters of hall, it would be better to detonate a ton of strong energy. In an instant, there were screams and screams in the hall, gathering into thunder, which made people's eardrums swollen!

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

The motor beat the gong desperately. Jin Ming finally stopped the noise in the hall, but failed to stop the whispers completely. Fortunately, the scene finally settled down.

The lame old man looked at Manager Zhao in disbelief, who smiled and nodded slightly.

"impossible!"

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