Wei Qingming, a famous painter in the late Wei Dynasty.

His painting skills were so superb that even the emperor at that time personally visited many times and invited him to paint.

At the same time, he was given the surname'Wei' by the emperor, and his reputation was the same for a while.

The masterpiece, the pictures of the four seasons, has been dubbed the ancient "Jingsheng" by later generations.

The paintings are immortal dwellings, the scenery is like a fairy posture.

It was Wei Qingming.

The only pity, the four seasons landscape, seems to have disappeared.

In today's market, let alone see it in person.

Even if I listen, I rarely hear the four authentic messages.

There are countless fakes.

Lin Mo also didn't expect to see Wei Jingsheng's original work in Tianbao Leiyin Pavilion.

And this manager Wang is obviously not clear about the situation of this picture scroll.

Otherwise, how could such a priceless picture scroll be hung on the wall of the hall so casually.

Think of it here.

Lin Mo didn't hesitate anymore, nodded and said.

"Thank you, Manager Wang, for forbearing and giving up love.

Make a price! "

While speaking, Lin Mo looked at the picture scroll again.

Although he is not a person who understands painting.

However, he still caught the faint ancient charm on the "Spring Pond with Two Swallows".

Or maybe it was caught by the trembling Tai Ah Shenbing.

Seeing Lin Mo, Manager Wang seemed interested in this picture scroll.

And the main thing is that this young man is still an antique noob.

Little white sheep.

After a quick thought, the lion opened his mouth.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

After the price was quoted, he looked at the young man in front of him and frowned slightly.

Manager Wang secretly dismissed himself instantly.

Hey, look at the extraordinary temperament.

Not thinking it was an iron cock, two hundred and fifty thousand were unwilling to make a move.

Indecisive, there is no such thing as the decisiveness of a rich man.

Of course, he also thought about this in his heart.

After all, his purpose is to kill the fat sheep.

Think of it here.

Manager Wang turned his eyes, and then approached Lin Mo pretending to be mysterious.

"Sir, I also looked at your kindness and wanted to make friends with you, so I told you.

You have to know that this picture scroll has not yet been appraised for cultural relics. "

"If it is identified as Wei Jingsheng's authentic relic, it is a priceless treasure.

A bet of two hundred and fifty thousand, if it is not true, or it is false.

With a 50% probability, I just don’t have money, or I would buy it myself. "

That's how it is said.

In fact, Manager Wang has already begun to curse secretly.

To identify a hammer, five hundred and one pair of stalls, spend thousands of dollars to do ancient text identification?

No one with a brain can do this.

The voice fell.

Lin Mo gave Manager Wang a surprised look.

When it comes to selling technology and returning concept technology, there is no one.

Of course, Lin Mo naturally knew that this picture scroll was extraordinary.

Step back ten thousand steps, even if this thing is not authentic.

But it can contain such an ancient charm, it is by no means anything that can be bought by 250,000.

Of course, just in case, this manager Wang sees the problem.

Lin Mo deliberately showed embarrassment.

"Manager Wang, is this price a bit too high?"

"Well, two hundred thousand, I am willing to take a bet on it."

On the opposite side, Manager Wang's expression changed first.

"This...you don't bargain like this.

We can't sell it like this. "

Lin Mo glanced at the other side indifferently, raising his foot without saying anything, and was about to leave.

"Eh eh eh! Wait, wait.

Sir, just leave it to a friend.

We sold it! "

Until this time, both buyers and sellers showed knowing smiles.

The master moves, the moves are deadly.

Of course, a friendly greeting echoed in their minds disdainfully, silly [BEEP].

In this way, a happy deal is about to be concluded.

It's just that the two of them didn't notice.

At this time, a figure was standing at the top of the stairs.

Staring closely at Lin Mo's eyes, he projected endless resentment. JrNovels.com