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"But you have to admit that the painting is definitely old enough." The seller, who was called Old Li, finally tried to save face.

"Indeed, the era when I looked at the paper should have been before the Yuan Dynasty." Seeing that Old Li approved of her view, Liu Deyong did not chase after him. He accepted Old Li's words, but he did not emphasize that if it was a painting from the Yuan Dynasty, the value of a fake collection would be greatly reduced.

"Ai, what a pity." Old Li sighed, looked at the painting in front of him, and took a sip of her tea.

For collectors like them who had studied Chinese calligraphy and painting for many years, even though occasionally making a mistake would make them unhappy for a long time, it wouldn't cause them to suffer too much. After all, from the time when they were young to the time when they were old, who wouldn't make a mistake?

Yang Chen saw that Liu Deyong and the seller's battle was bustling, he then opened the Demon Pupil and was about to throw it at the painting, but in the blink of an eye, Yang Chen was somewhat surprised.

Under the demonic child, the image of the painting quickly changed. It was completely different from the painting from before!

Yang Chen rubbed his eyes, wondering if there was something wrong with his Demon Pupil. After all, when he was looking at the paintings, he could only see the white background through the ink. However, through the painting, it seemed completely different.

After thinking for a bit, Yang Chen mobilized more energy and opened the Demon Pupil s' layer by layer. He slowly started to look through the picture from the top.

As Yang Chen continued to look deeper, the painting in front of him slowly turned black, then white. But after looking through the white paper, another painting suddenly appeared in front of him, it was the one he had just seen.

Yang Chen was a little curious now, after carefully thinking about it, he probably remembered that in his previous life, when he was practicing medicine with Xu Guoyi, he also met a collector. The collector's last words that he said to himself were that when he passed away, he was going to cover some of the paintings that he liked a lot and have others copy the works of other painters with white cloth.

This way, even if a grave robber were to pry open his mausoleum, he would still think that the paintings he had collected were just some ordinary works. Instead, he would bring out those he did not care about from the mausoleum, so that even after his death, his favorite works would accompany him.

"Could it be that the Count's collector did the same thing?" Yang Chen thought.

"Master Liu, can I take a look at this painting?" Thinking about it, Yang Chen felt that even if it wasn't him, he wouldn't lose anything, so he walked up and said.

"This is?" Old Li asked doubtfully.

"Oh, this is a little friend of mine. He's a friend of Miss Mo from Treasure Pavilion. Let's have a look together today." After Mr. Liu finished explaining, he said, "This painting belongs to this Mr. Li, Master Li. If you want to see it, you need his permission."

Old Li waved her hand and said, "I'm old and my eyes aren't working. I made a big scene and even let the younger generation see it, but it doesn't matter, if you want to see it then take a look. In the future, you should also accumulate some experience to avoid losing face like Old Li."

Yang Chen hurriedly thanked him and pretended to be interested. He held the painting in his hands and looked at it over and over, but in reality, he was using the Demon Pupil at a close distance to confirm it again.

"Mr. Li, I think this painting is very valuable. I wonder how much you are willing to pay?" Yang Chen asked.

Old Li sized Yang Chen up from head to toe and asked: "Little friend, I saw that you weren't too far away just now, did you not hear what Old Liu said?"

If it was on a street like Liulichang, even if the seller knew that he was selling a fake, the seller might not necessarily tell whether he was able to see through the buyer's pair of eyes. However, in this place, it was a gathering place for high-end people, and Old Li was not a collection for the sake of earning money, so she directly pointed it out.

Yang Chen laughed and said, "I think that even if he's a replica, it's still very beautiful. Besides, didn't Master Liu say that this is an item from the Yuan Dynasty, and also something with historical connotations and background. Who knows, there might be some story behind his back."

Old Li waved her hand and smiled, "Forget it, this old man won't bully the younger generation. When I bought this painting, it was 700 thousand, so I didn't know it was a fake at that time. If little friend wants it, you can give it 100 thousand yuan.

Yang Chen immediately smiled as he thanked Old Li and passed 100 thousand yuan to him.

"If my guess is correct, then you will really lose your temper when the time comes." Yang Chen smiled as he thought of this in his heart.

In fact, Yang Chen wasn't sure if this painting was really what he had imagined, even if it was really what he had imagined, but it might be a painting by some noble or powerful person who asked a painter to paint it for his wife or concubine. In order to prevent others from seeing it, he did it because the actual value of the painting was not that high.

However, 100 thousand yuan was not expensive, so Yang Chen took James' medical fees of 2 million yuan. Although he bought a lot of ingredients, he only had around 100,000 yuan left, so he felt that this gamble was still worth it.

In the next moment, Yang Chen felt that it was a little boring. At this moment, he really wanted to quickly open this painting and see what he was thinking.

Mo Rann looked at Yang Chen's bored expression and laughed: "Are you tired of watching?"

Yang Chen nodded his head, then laughed: "Actually to me, the only thing I'm really interested in is taking a look at this exquisite garden with you, and since you're not accompanying me, I naturally feel bored."

Hearing Yang Chen's words, Mo Rann was ecstatic, but when she thought of Yang Chen's hoodlum look, she could not help but scold again, following with a smile: "Since I have finished taking care of the matters here, let us go back."

With that, she bid farewell to Liu Deyong at the entrance of the small hall, leaving Liu Deyong alone to chat with his comrades, while Mo Rann took Yang Chen up the carriage and headed towards Treasure Pavilion.

"Sometimes, I really like this place. Every time I come here, I can always feel the heaviness and insignificance of my own China and culture, but at the same time, I feel extremely fortunate to be able to wallow in this sea of culture."

After getting on the carriage, Mo Rann gently caressed the box that she was holding onto the ox-farming map as she muttered to herself.

Yang Chen looked at Mo Rann and laughed: Seeing that you like this painting so much, can it be that you want to hang it in your bedroom, and want to see it everyday?

Mo Rann shook her head: This is a gift. After saying that, there was a trace of reluctance in her eyes.

Actually, his father's favorite painter was Han Henghe, and his father's close relationship with the leader was because of Han Henghe's painting, so Mo Rann knew she had to give this painting to his father as a gift, but at the same time, she was also hoping that she could keep this painting as a spiritual connection between his father and him.

The atmosphere was heavy, and Yang Chen did not know what to say, so he drove the carriage towards Treasure Pavilion.

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