Who is Fang Gang? He was Lu Li's fifth generation identity, one of the four major calligraphers of the Qing Dynasty, with both calligraphy and painting and being the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet.

When he heard that it was Fang Gang's work, he was shocked, and then he was amused and laughed. Well, his copybook has become the original work of a famous artist. This is really a wonderful and wonderful change for hundreds of years.

Xu Liang looked at Lu Li in confusion, a little confused, turned around and continued: "The Qing Dynasty Fang Gang is undoubtedly. What's more rare is that this calligraphy was written by Fang Gang for his friend's father's birthday, and it is unique in the country."

"Written for birthday celebration?"

Liu Zhongtian was so happy that he was so coincidental. He was about to celebrate the old man's birthday, but he encountered a copybook of birthday celebrations. What was it that God's will?

Lu Li was stunned and said strangely: "Fang Gang was proud of his career and was unruly. He had many friends, but few sincere friends. As for the copybook he wrote for his friend's father's birthday, why don't I remember it?"

"Just!" Xu Liang's face darkened and he asked disdainfully: "Fang Gang was from the Qing Dynasty. How do you know what he did?"

Seeing that Xu Liang and Lu Li were in a quarrel, Liu Zhongtian shook his head and smoothed out the situation: "Boss Xu, my little brother is not very good at speaking, don't be surprised. I have studied calligraphy and paintings of famous artists for a few days, and the other party knows it well, so it's better to let me take a peg first."

"Mr. Liu, please."

Xu Liang glared at Lu Li, and his face was already full of smile when he turned to Liu Zhongtian. He carefully expanded the copybook and casually introduced: "The brushwork is deep, the strokes are plump, the muscles and bones are strong, which is exactly the same as Fang Gang's style."

Liu Zhongtian put on gloves, held the scroll with one end in one hand, nodded while looking, and exclaimed repeatedly.

Lu Li glanced at him and stopped looking at him, his eyes full of disdain.

After appreciating, Liu Zhongtian took off his gloves and thought for a moment: "Boss Xu, this calligraphy is really good, please give me a price!"

Xu Liang did not answer immediately when facing the price question, but instead pondered slightly: "Mr. Liu, you should have some understanding of the rules of our industry?"

"I understand. Once the transaction is true or false, it will not be returned."

"Since Mr. Liu is an expert, I won't say anything more, and the price is 9 million."

Seeing that Liu Zhongtian was about to nod, Lu Li suddenly put down the teacup and shook his head sarcastically: "This fake cost more than nine million. Boss Xu's business is too easy!"

Lu Li suddenly spoke and said bluntly that the copybook was a fake. This time, not only Xu Liang looked angry, but even Liu Zhongtian showed surprise.

He observed for a long time before he realized that the copybook was true, but what Lu Li said was clearly doubting his level. Although Liu Zhongtian was gentle, he was still a little dissatisfied with being slapped in the face.

"Boy, you can't talk nonsense. Our Jibaozhai has the best appreciation experts in Haicheng. Can't they collectively attack you?" Xu Liang snorted coldly.

Liu Zhongtian also said: "Lu Li, judging from the ink use, style and history of the scrolls of the copybook, I think it is indeed a genuine product of the Qing Dynasty."

Seeing Liu Zhongtian's stubborn face and firmly believing in his judgment, Lu Li spread his hands helplessly. Since he wanted to die, what would he do?

If someone else's copybooks may be sensible, and if you write something yourself, you will still recognize the true or false after hundreds of years.

No matter how real the author of this copybook is, he still cannot escape his eyes.

"Brother Liu, I can't tell you the specific reason, but the copybook is absolutely fake. Fang Gang, a Han Chinese living in the Qing Dynasty, was free and easy on the surface, but depressed on the inside, and was particularly cautious. His calligraphy was as regular as his own, and he paid attention to no stroke or source, and he had little of his own things. The traces of this calligraphy were too obvious, so it could never be his work."

Lu Li pointed to the copybook and talked, saying that Liu Zhongtian would give him five million yuan at a background, and he would definitely not take nine million yuan in his heart, but he couldn't watch the person he knew was deceived.

"It's nonsense." Xu Liang was furious: "What do you know about a child who hasn't grown up in size? This has been identified by experts. They have been studying calligraphy and paintings older than you. Isn't it as good as you?"

"There are some orders of learning the Tao, and those who are good at learning will become teachers."

Lu Li was too lazy to debate with him and said a few famous quotes.

"snort."

Xu Liang snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Liu Zhongtian, and was very dissatisfied: "Mr. Liu, if you hadn't agreed to you, this calligraphy would have taken place last night. The price was 9 million yuan at a time. If you don't want to trade, please give yourself your own care."

Liu Zhongtian frowned, looked at Lu Li again, gritted his teeth and said, "Boss Xu, get the contract!"

Xu Liang glared at Lu Li provocatively, lowered his head and took out the contract and pushed it in front of Liu Zhongtian: "Mr. Liu, please."

Seeing Liu Zhongtian and Xu Liang quickly completed the transaction, Lu Li sighed secretly, and suddenly felt a sense of distraction.

It is unpleasant to say that he has experienced eight generations of reincarnation and has a particularly profound understanding of these four words. All reincarnation that has achieved great achievements have accepted advice from his subordinates or brothers and friends.

After coming out of the inner room, Liu Zhongtian saw Lu Li's expression, and felt quite apologized, and couldn't help but say, "Lu Li, the old man's birthday is approaching, and it will be difficult to find the gift he likes for a while. I think this calligraphy is of good quality, and nine million is not a lot, so--"

"Brother Liu, I understand."

Lu Li smiled: "If this calligraphy is a work by an ancient person, it will be enough to leave a name in the calligraphy world. If it is a contemporary, it will be fine even if it is a calligrapher."

Lu Fang, who was accompanying Jia Jia, saw the two of them coming out and hurriedly came forward. She looked at Lu Li and asked in surprise: "Lu Li, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. When I was just now, Brother Liu thought it was the authentic one, but I think it looked like a fake one."

Lu Fang frowned slightly and said helplessly: "He is such a bad temper. Every time he appreciates calligraphy and paintings, he always insists on his own. He doesn't listen to anyone's opinions, and he ends up not reading it correctly for a few times."

Liu Zhongtian looked embarrassed when he heard this, and Lu Li smiled.

"It's getting late, go to have a meal first."

Lu Fang waved his hand and called Jia Jia. Jia Jia was holding a bag in her hand, her face turned red and she looked very happy.

Lu Li smiled and touched her head, pointed to the bag and asked, "Is this the gift I bought for my grandfather? Can my brother see it?"

"Well, okay. But you can't break it." Jia Jia bit her finger and thought for a while and said.

"Of course not."

Take the bag from Jia Jia's hand and take out only a beautifully packaged red box from it. Inside the box is a Qing Dynasty snuff bottle.

Lu Li looked at the snuff bottle and said with a smile: "This snuff bottle is good, how much does it cost?"

"Really?" Jia Jia's face was full of excitement and quickly said with her fingers: "I heard from my mother that I spent 100,000 yuan, it was all my New Year's money."

Lu Li was very depressed when he heard this.

The total amount of money he handled since he was a child was probably not 100,000, which is really incomparable!

"This is an object from the Qianlong period. I don't know how much it is worth, but it must be more than 100,000."

After hearing Lu Li's words, the little guy jumped up excitedly, hugged his neck and kissed him hard.

Liu Zhongtian and Lu Fang looked at each other, and a hint of relief appeared on the corner of their mouths.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon after lunch. After separation from Liu Zhongtian and his family, Lu left the bank.

It took five days to complete a business, and it was sponsored by friendly people. Who can I ask for advice?

After withdrawing ten thousand, there were only eight hundred left in the account. It was Xiao Junlan who gave him the living expenses after he returned to school. In fact, Liu Zhongtian planned to give him 30,000, but he refused harshly.

"Make money, I want to make money."
Chapter completed!