Urban Cultivation Evil

Chapter 472 Worthless

"Mystery?" Hearing Chen Jian say these two words, Chen Sijun curled his lips: "I see, there is no mystery, so it is possible to play tricks."

Hu Mei even chimed in: "Nowadays in the whole of China, there are only a handful of people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Master Cao Guorang. Hehe, now that Zhang Zheng of our family has become the disciple of Master Cao Guorang, it will take a few years to write random calligraphy and paintings in a few years." One million, this is not something some poor boys can understand."

When saying this, Hu Mei glanced at Ye Tian intentionally or unintentionally.

Ye Tian didn't even look at Hu Mei as if he didn't hear it, but Hu Mei was so angry that he stomped his feet vigorously: "Hmph, a country bumpkin, what are you pretending to do? Let me see, after I expose you, Let's see what else you can say!"

Chen Yumo was extremely worried, and tugged at the corner of Ye Tian's clothes: "Ye Tian, ​​where did you get that word?"

Ye Tian shrugged his shoulders: "Didn't you say to prepare a gift for Grandpa Chen? Since the old man wants calligraphy and painting, I wrote a picture of [-] longevity. There are a total of [-] longevity characters written in different fonts. What's wrong? "

"You wrote it yourself?" Chen Yumo suddenly felt dark.

Although these words look very beautiful, but you wrote it yourself, what is going on?
Hearing Ye Tian's words, Zhang Zheng almost stopped laughing: "Haha, return the picture of Baishou, do you think you are a good hand Danqing, and you can write all the fonts? You are so shameless!"

Then, he set his sights on the hundred-year-old picture.

Seeing this, Zhang Zheng's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately lowered his head, leaning closer to one of the characters: "Well, why does this look so similar to Yan Zhenqing's font?"

"No, this is Wang Xizhi's running script?"

"Is this Liu Gongquan's willow body?"

"This...is this the Xiaozhuan of the Qin Dynasty?"

"How is this possible? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Zhang Zheng's reaction was almost the same as Chen Jian's before.

Even, the more he watched, the more frightened he became, and layers of sweat began to break out on Zhang Zheng's forehead.

Seeing this scene, Hu Mei couldn't help being a little surprised: "My husband, what's the matter? Is this written indiscriminately to deceive people?"

Chen Sijun also snorted, "Then there's no need to ask, it must be a lie, hehe, a poor boy, find someone to write a few words casually as a gift to the old man, it's not too shabby."

"No, this... This is definitely not written in random." Zhang Zheng almost lost his composure, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Hu Mei finally sensed that something was wrong, and pulled Zhang Zheng up: "Honey, are you alright?"

Zhang Zheng looked a little dazed, shook his head vigorously, and looked at Chen Jian: "Master, I...have I seen a ghost?"

"Damn?" Hu Mei frowned, "Honey, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhang Zheng glanced at Hu Mei with a wry smile, took a deep breath and said, "It is impossible for this picture of a hundred longevity to exist in the world."

"boom!"

As soon as these words came out, it was as if a thunderbolt exploded.

It is impossible to exist in the world at all, so is it a must-have?
Chen Sijun didn't believe it: "Zhang Zheng, what do you mean? Explain clearly."

Zhang Zheng smiled reluctantly: "If I have to say it, this calligraphy and painting can only exist in the underworld. Tell me, did I see a ghost?"

"Damn, Zhang Zheng, what nonsense are you talking about!" Hu Mei became a little angry.

Her man's gaffe made her feel very humiliated.

Zhang Zheng ignored Hu Mei, but bowed his hands respectfully to Chen Jian: "Mr. Chen, tell me, is it true that this calligraphy and painting should only exist in the shadows?"

Chen Jian's eyes lit up suddenly: "Zhang Zheng, you also think the same way?"

Seeing two people playing a charade, everyone was baffled.

Hu Mei was so anxious that she was about to pinch Zhang Zheng's neck: "Zhang Zheng, what do you want to say? Say it quickly!"

Ye Tian smiled lightly and said, "Hehe, it's very simple. Every word here is in a different font, and they are all written in imitation of the handwriting of ancient calligraphy masters."

"Imitation?" Hearing Ye Tian's words, Chen Jian and Zhang Zheng turned their heads to look at Ye Tian almost at the same time: "You mean imitation, not what those calligraphy masters did."

Ye Tian shrugged his shoulders: "Please, you guys think that I really have such a great ability to enter the underworld, let each of them write a birthday to the old man!"

"Imitation? Impossible!" However, upon hearing Ye Tian's words, Zhang Zheng didn't believe it at all. He shook his head vigorously, pointed to one of the longevity characters and said, "My teacher Yu Zihou, because he studied under Master Cao Guorang, I have studied the Yan style very well. This font is definitely not an imitation. It must have been written by Yan Zhenqing. This point is absolutely unmistakable. In the current world, even Master Cao Guorang will have traces of imitation when writing Yan style. However, this character There is absolutely no trace of imitation."

Seeing that Zhang Zheng was so determined, neither Chen Sijun nor Hu Mei could listen anymore.

Now, why does the more I listen, the more I feel that Zhang Zheng is talking to Ye Tian?

Chen Sijun snorted even more: "Zhang Zheng, we don't understand so many things you said, so just say, how much is this calligraphy and painting worth?"

In a word, everyone's spirits were concentrated in an instant.

Yup!

It is not the value that measures the standard of a pair of calligraphy and painting.

What's the use of talking so much.

Just tell the price, good or bad.

Zhang Zheng smiled wryly, and glanced at Hu Mei: "Do you really want to say it?"

"Nonsense!" Hu Mei also eagerly wanted to know how much this hundred-shou picture was worth.

Zhang Zheng shook his head: "If the calligraphy and painting I asked for from Master Cao is worth 300 million, then this calligraphy and painting..."

Zhang Zheng stretched his voice, and everyone pricked up their ears.

But Zhang Zheng suddenly said: "It's worthless."

quiet!
There was a dead silence in the hall.

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at the performance of Zhang Zheng and the old man, everyone thought that this picture of a hundred years must be very valuable.

However, after hearing the words worthless, after a brief silence, bursts of laughter broke out in an instant.

"Hahahaha, I thought this poor boy really turned the world upside down!"

"Come on, that's all!"

"Worthless, worthless!"

Hu Mei and Chen Sijun also let out a long sigh.

Terrified.

Hu Mei gave Zhang Zheng a white look, and said coquettishly, "Huh, it's not worth the money, why are you so excited? I thought Chen Yumo found a good guy as her boyfriend."

Zhang Zheng didn't expect the crowd to react so fiercely, and his face was extremely embarrassed: "No, I... I haven't finished my sentence yet."

"I haven't finished talking, what else do you want to say?" Chen Sijun curled his lips, "Okay, you guys must have been cheated, it's just a piece of waste paper, I'll let someone burn it now."

"Haha, burnt?" Suddenly, Chen Jian laughed loudly, "Sijun, what you said is simply reckless, you don't understand what Zhang Zheng means when he says worthless!"

"What do you mean?" Chen Sijun was extremely weird: "Dad, if you're worthless, of course you're worthless, so what's the point?"

The expression on Zhang Zheng's face became more and more bitter: "Auntie, what I mean is that it's actually worthless. It's this painting that can't be measured by price at all..."

(End of this chapter)