Rebirth started from selling lunch boxes and reached the pinnacle of life

Not only Yuan Tiangang, but everyone except Yunyin was shocked.

They thought it was something they picked up, but they didn't expect it to be picked up so thoroughly. For 100 yuan, it was no different than giving it away for free.

I don’t know which stall in this antique street is selling goods worth upwards of 100 million yuan for 700 yuan.

So, it's like a mountain across a line. Even if you have gold and silver in your hands, it's useless if you don't understand!

"I've been dealing with these things all my life, and I've never seen anyone pick up such a big leak. Young man, how many years have you been in the industry?" the old man asked with interest.

Liu Yihang touched his head: "To be honest with you, I just think this cup is pretty good, so I bought it for fun."

Xiang Tianhong can testify that he described the scene where he met Liu Yihang and the original appearance of the porcelain bowl one by one.

Everyone was shocked. It turned out that a simpleton who didn't understand anything had missed this valuable treasure.

Yuan Tiangang has been playing with antiques for more than 20 or [-] years, but he has never picked up such a big one, which made him envious.

"You are so awesome!" He gave Liu Yihang a thumbs up.

Xiang Tianhong thought of the news he saw in the newspaper.

"Are you the college student who saved people in the newspaper some time ago?"

Liu Yihang was surprised that he recognized him, but he nodded and admitted without any hesitation.

Several people knew about this and had discussed it, and then they suddenly realized it.

As the old saying goes, God has the virtue of good life, and the way of heaven is good for reincarnation. Every word and deed is cause and effect.

This man was born with a righteous face, sows good causes and reaps good results. He deserves this treasure, and he can't hold it back if others get it.

The old man nodded in approval. This young man is not bad. It is a good thing that the important treasure is in his hands.

"I see you have been holding this painting. Did you get it today?" Yuan Tiangang asked, pointing to the scroll in Liu Yihang's hand.

"Yes!"

"If you don't mind, can you take it out and taste it together?"

Of course Liu Yihang agreed.

Xiang Tianhong found a brocade box, helped him wrap the porcelain bowl in three layers, and handed it to him.

Who would have thought that it was once a cat bowl?When they were first brought in, they were packed in a transparent plastic bag, but after a few cups of tea, the situation changed.

The paintings in Liu Yihang's hands were also placed on a clean table for display.

At a glance, several people curled their lips.

This looks like a fake. It seems that this young man's luck only works once.

Yuan Tiangang's excitement still faded and he said: "At first glance, it is a replica, a modern one."

However, the old man did not draw a conclusion directly. Instead, he looked at Liu Yihang and asked, "Why did you buy it?"

Liu Yihang definitely couldn't say it was because of the treasure-hunting rat. He had to pretend to be confused: "Maybe it's a feeling from somewhere!"

"How do you feel?" The old man said nothing and stepped forward to observe carefully.

Older gingers are more spicy.

Xiang Tianhong and Yuan Tiangang didn't see the problem, but the old man immediately saw the clues.

He pinched the scroll and asked Xiang Tianhong to find tools.

"Young man, this painting of yours is indeed interesting. On the surface, it looks like an ordinary imitation. However, there may be something special in it.

If you agree, I'll open it for you and take a look. "

Liu Yihang must have wished for it.

"It's all up to you."

The old man agreed and turned around to study it carefully.

"Is it actually a picture within a picture?" Xiang Tianhong had never encountered such a situation before and was excited for a moment.

Xiang Tianhong and Xiang Yuanzhou's uncle and nephew also helped him, and two hours passed after this.

Liu Yihang and Yunyin drank countless glasses of water and almost fell asleep.

Several people exclaimed: "Finally done!"

"Old man, take a look, what is so mysterious!" Yuan Tiangang said impatiently.

Everyone looked at the scroll in the old man's hand.

He carefully laid out the drawing paper, and several people looked at it intently.

"Why is it another picture of watching the spring and listening to the wind?" Yuan Tiangang asked in shock.

The picture depicts strange peaks and rocks, ancient trees and thick shadows, and refreshing springs. Two masters sit opposite each other in front of the stream, watching the springs and listening to the wind. The artistic conception is ethereal and clear.

The poem in the upper right corner says: "Look down at the flowing spring and listen to the wind. The sound of the spring is in harmony with the sound of the Sheng Yong. Why don't you write about the Yao Qin? Because no one has the surname Zhong."

This painting is on silk and looks extremely fragile and simple.

"Could this be authentic?"

Liu Yihang didn't expect that the treasure inside was actually an authentic painting of Tang Yin's "Looking at the Fountain and Listening to the Wind", and he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The old man felt relieved when he saw that his expression didn't seem to be fake. He was really afraid that the young man would set a trap for him.

From the Jun kiln porcelain of the Northern Song Dynasty to the authentic works of Tang Yin, everything is a valuable treasure. This afternoon was so exciting.

"I personally think this is an authentic work! However, my accomplishments in painting are not as good as one of my friends. If he dares to vouch for it, this painting is definitely authentic!" The old man was not sure.

"You're talking about Master Ye, right? Let's just invite him over and have a look!" Yuan Tiangang is a straight man.

Xiang Tianhong looked at Liu Yihang: "Mr. Liu, do you agree?"

Liu Yihang looked at the time. It was 04:30 in the afternoon, and there was still a while before dinner.

I asked Yunyin and she had no objection.

"Okay then!" It doesn't hurt to make sure again.

Yunyin was completely confused at this time.

Who is Liu Yihang?God's own son isn't that powerful, right?

They came over in the afternoon and bought a total of these two things, and they didn't look any different.

As a result, there was such a big reversal later. Everything was a valuable treasure, and there was an unreal feeling as if fish eyes turned into pearls.

Liu Yihang didn't seem to be here to buy anything, but rather to get gold plating.

The other people were quite calm. This is how the antique business is, real and fake, ups and downs. They are all people who have seen ups and downs.

Xiang Tianhong called the senior brother the old man told him about. When the other party heard that the authentic painting of Kan Quan Ting Feng had been found here, he simply said: "Wait for me, I'll be there in 10 minutes!" and hung up the phone.

However, not until 10 minutes, only about 3 minutes, a little old man with gray hair ran into the store panting.

"Where is it? Where is the picture of watching the spring and listening to the wind?"

Xiang Tianhong quickly poured him some water, and after feeling relieved, he invited him into the inner room.

The old man took out a magnifying glass and almost looked at it. It looked very professional.

I saw him making some exclamations from time to time.

After about 15 minutes, he said firmly: "It is confirmed to be authentic!"

The old man Xiang also breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that he might have made a mistake. Since what the old man said was true, it seemed that he had really caught up today and no one had taken advantage of him.

Yuan Tiangang jumped up and down excitedly, happier than he would have picked it up himself.

"Master Ye, please tell me how much this painting is worth?"

Master Ye puffed his beard angrily and stared: "How can our country's treasures be measured by money! It's tacky!"

When Liu Yihang heard this, his heart skipped a beat. This old man wouldn't let him be handed over to the country, would he?