I didn't say it was the original work of Wang Xizhi.

Hearing Qin Hao's words, Yang Ming's face was stunned.

Everyone present also looked puzzled.

Not the original work of Wang Xizhi?

Is it the other calligraphy master?

Yang Ming sneered and said, "It's not Wang Xizhi's, then who do you think it's?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "My copybook is the original work of Yan Zhenqing."

"What? Yan Zhenqing's?"

As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, everyone present looked surprised, and then looked at Qin Hao with a strange expression.

Even Xu Yue, Ji Mingqin and others opened their mouths, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, looked at Qin Hao, his eyes filled with endless expressions, and said, "Qin Hao, are your Chinese and history taught by the physical education teacher? Yan Zhenqing wrote regular script, not running script."

Yan Zhenqing, a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, was known as "Yan Liu" together with Liu Gongquan. He founded the "Yan Style" and was one of the four masters of ancient Chinese regular script.

Qin Hao's copybook is obviously a running script.

Qin Hao actually said that this is the original work of Yan Zhenqing.

Isn't this funny everyone?

"Haha... This son-in-law is so funny. He doesn't even know what the ancient Chinese calligraphers wrote."

"Yes, I'm so joking about saying that the running script was written by Yan Zhenqing."

"No wonder I can only be a son-in-law, it turns out that IQ is a problem."

Everyone around was also talking, looking at Qin Hao with a hint of contempt on his face.

Ji Mingqin looked embarrassed, coughed lightly, looked at Qin Hao, and asked, "Brother Qin, were you wrong?"

Qin Hao shook his head and smiled and said, "I'm right."

"Uh..." Ji Mingqin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Old Ji, he is just talking nonsense. He took a copy of the imitation and refused to admit it. It's so funny." Yang Ming looked at Qin Hao with a strong sarcasm on his face.

Qin Hao glanced at him and said lightly: "Yan Zhenqing is actually not only good at writing regular script, but also about running script."

Yang Ming sneered and said, "What? You said this is a running script written by Yan Zhenqing?"

"No." Qin Hao shook his head, looked at Yang Ming, and said, "Remember, what you said just now, ten times."

After saying that, Qin Hao picked up the copybook and rubbed it gently.

Then, he carefully tore a corner of the copybook.

What is this to do?

Everyone was full of doubts.

Qin Hao ignored everyone, but stared at the copybook with his eyes tightly and teared it carefully.

The next moment, everyone looked shocked.

Qin Hao tore apart another layer of his already super thin copybook.

Then, a different copybook appeared in front of everyone.

This copybook is line by line... regular script.

Everyone was stunned.

It's really regular script?

Ji Mingqin and Mr. Chen were also stunned, and hurriedly took the copybook and looked at it carefully.

"This...this..."

The more they looked, the more excited they looked.

"Old Ji, Mr. Chen, is this copybook true or false?"

Someone asked curiously.

Ji Mingqin's hands holding the copybook were trembling, his eyes were staring at the copybook, and said excitedly: "The font is round in the square, straight and unrestrained, dignified and stable, with an open and elegant, open and majestic spirit."

Old Chen's face was also excited, and a series of brilliance burst out from his turbid eyes, saying, "And, this stroke, a hook..."

As they said that, the two looked at each other and said excitedly: "This is... the original calligraphy of Yan Zhenqing."

boom!

As soon as Mr. Ji and the others finished speaking, everyone present had a roar in their minds.

This... is it really the original calligraphy of Yan Zhenqing?

Looking at Qin Hao, everyone looked surprised.

This son-in-law actually bought the authentic works of Yan Zhenqing at a street stall?

Xu Yue also covered her mouth with her jade hands, looked at the copybook, and then looked at Qin Hao with a disbelief expression.

Yesterday, Qin Hao told her that this was Yan Zhenqing's copybook.

She laughed at it at that time.

Unexpectedly...it was actually true?

Yang Ming also had a roar in his mind, his face pale, and an expression of disbelief on his face.

"The original work? How is it possible?" Yang Ming looked at Qin Hao and said angrily: "How is it possible? This cannot be the original work."

"What do you mean? Doubt our eyes?"

Before Qin Hao could speak, Ji Mingqin and Mr. Chen's faces darkened.

Especially Mr. Chen, with anger on his face, said: "If you don't believe it, we can go to a special agency for identification."

"I..." Yang Ming opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time.

In fact, he knew in his heart that this must be the original work.

After all, Ji Mingqin is a big collector and is also the president of Tianhai Antiques Association. He has been a guest on CCTV's treasure appraisal program.

Mr. Chen is a famous calligrapher in Tianhai City. He has a special study of ancient calligraphy and has published books.

Both of them said that the copybook is genuine and must not be fake.

However, Yang Ming really couldn't believe it in his heart that the copybook Qin Hao took out was actually a real one.

"You just fold this original work of Yan Zhenqing in your pocket?" Yang Ming looked at Qin Hao with a look of astonishment.

Qin Hao glanced at him and said lightly: "Is there any rule that cannot be kept in your pocket?"

Yang Ming opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time.

Everyone was speechless.

Brother, are you so that?

"Brother Qin, it's really great to keep it in your pocket as casually as you do." Old Chen smiled.

Qin Hao waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay, with the surface of this piece of paper, it's not that easy to damage."

As he said that, Qin Hao looked at Yang Ming and said, "I'll take it to auction now. Remember, you have to donate ten times the money to the charity association."

When Yang Ming heard this, his whole body trembled.

I’m afraid that Yan Zhenqing’s original works will be sold at a sky-high price.

Old Chen looked at Qin Hao, looked surprised and said nervously: "Brother Qin, do you still need to auction this copybook?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Yes, I have no hobbies for these."

Old Chen opened his mouth and then said, "Brother Qin, how about you selling me this copybook?"

Qin Hao was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

"Brother Qin, just sell it to him. This old man is very fascinated by ancient Chinese calligraphy. For him, such an authentic work is probably his goddess." Ji Mingqin also smiled from the side.

Old Chen glared at Ji Mingqin, but he didn't say anything, but looked at Qin Hao nervously.

Qin Hao smiled and said, "It's OK."

When Mr. Chen saw Qin Hao agreeing, he was extremely excited and said, "Okay, I... I will buy your copybook for 50 million. What do you think?"

"Okay." Qin Hao nodded.

"Thank you, Brother Qin." Mr. Chen bowed deeply to Qin Hao.

If this copybook is auctioned, it is probably much more than this price.

Mr. Chen also wanted to give a higher price, but he really didn't have that much money to use now.

He was very grateful to Qin Hao for being able to sell him at such a price.

Afterwards, Mr. Chen made a phone call, and not long after, Qin Hao received 50 million bank information on his mobile phone.

Old Chen held the copybook in both hands, his hands trembling, his eyes full of excitement.

Seeing this, Qin Hao smiled in silence.
Chapter completed!