Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

0The calligraphy of the real Yan Zhenqing was rich and full of strokes, with a broad and upright structure. Anyone who looked at it would feel as if they had been struck by a warrior's fist.    

    

Even though the handwriting in front of him was thick and straight, broad and strong, he had only imitated Yan Zhenqing's form. He was still a far cry from becoming a true God.    

    

A fake like that was worth at most two hundred thousand yuan.    

    

"Dad, there seems to be something wrong with everyone's work." Ding Yi naturally could not stand idly by and watch Han Chengshan get tricked. He could only give a tactful reminder.    

    

Who knew that before Sunn Dafu could say anything, Han Chengshan was already angered: "What nonsense are you spouting! This is the true work of everyone here, you good-for-nothing, you know nothing! "    

    

Sunn Dafu was initially shocked by Ding Yi's words, but when he saw Han Chengshan's reaction, he was immediately overjoyed.    

    

He was not afraid of god-like opponents, only pig-like teammates. With a teammate like Han Chengshan, even if Ding Yi could see through it, he was not worried.    

    

Ding Yi couldn't help but be speechless. No matter what, he was Han Chengshan's son-in-law, but now, Han Chengshan actually believed an outsider and didn't believe him.    

    

"Dad, this letter from Yan Zhenqing, is it real or fake? Look at these words …"    

    

"Shut up!" Ding Yi wanted to continue persuading him, but Han Chengshan didn't listen to him and instead scolded him, "I'm not sure how capable you are? If you were to marry into my Han Family for a year, you wouldn't even be able to get a decent job, what are you trying to show off for? Aren't you ashamed of yourself! "    

    

Han Chengshan's words were harsh. In front of so many people, Ding Yi said that the handwriting was fake. Doesn't this mean that he was blind to pay 5 million to buy a fake?    

    

"Calm down, Brother Han, don't lower yourself to the same level as your son-in-law." Right now, this young man, after watching a few episodes of Treasure Appraisal on TV, thinks that he's an expert. They don't even know how deep the waters in our industry are. " Sunn Dafu said hypocritically. He looked like he was trying to persuade Han Chengshan, but in reality, he was mocking Ding Yi. Ding Yi was naturally able to hear this point.    

    

"Hmph, disgraceful thing. Hurry up and get the hell back." Han Chengshan snorted coldly and prepared to leave.    

    

Ding Yi sighed helplessly. You will never wake up a guy who pretends to be asleep. This father-in-law of his is really stupid and conceited.    

    

However, Ding Yi couldn't do anything to him. It was impossible for him to beat up Han Chengshan like he was beating red hair.    

    

Just when Ding Yi was about to give up, his peripheral vision noticed the character Sunn Dafu put in the corner. Instantly, Ding Yi's eyes lit up.    

    

"What's wrong, nephew?" Could it be that they saw something good? " Sunn Dafu's eyes were sharp as he noticed the abnormality of Ding Yi.    

    

"Boss Sun, can you let me take a look at that pair of words?" Ding Yi pointed at the scroll he just read.    

    

"This?" Sunn Dafu walked to the corner and picked up the word scroll with Ding Yi's finger. His face was full of doubts, this thing was taken from a countryside farmer for a thousand yuan, and upon returning, he found it to be of no value at all. So he casually threw it in the corner, why would Ding Yi be interested in this word?    

    

Although he was puzzled, Sunn Dafu still picked up the scroll and dusted off the dust before passing it to Ding Yi.    

    

The scroll was about three feet long and one foot wide, and it was made of ordinary Xuan paper. Other than the fact that it was slightly yellowish, no one could tell what was special about it from its appearance. As for the words on it, it was even more ordinary. It felt like a child who had just learned calligraphy and was scribbling randomly.    

    

Sunn Dafu couldn't understand why Ding Yi would be interested in such a character.    

    

"Boss, how much is this word?" Ding Yi asked with a smile.    

    

"This item is not worth much money. Originally, I had planned to throw it away. Since nephew likes it, then I shall do you a favor and gift it to you." Sunn Dafu said. He was too lazy to ask why Ding Yi had taken a fancy to this calligraphy piece. After all, he had just earned five million for free.    

    

"Boss Sun, are you sure?" Ding Yi smiled faintly.    

    

"What is it? Nephew, are you afraid that I'll go back on my word? In my business, I, Sunn Dafu, have always emphasized the word 'credibility'. Even if this word is truly 'treasure', I am still willing to give it to my nephew for free. " Sunn Dafu had a heroic look on his face. Anyone who didn't know about him would think that he had sent something valuable into the city.    

    

"Then, thank you, Boss Sun." Ding Yi put the scroll away and smiled.    

    

"What do you want this shitty thing for?" Han Chengshan said in disappointment. He wanted to kick Liu Tie back. This disgraceful thing was just like a trash picking thing. He wanted whatever Sunn Dafu wanted to throw.    

    

"Dad, this is a good thing." Ding Yi smiled mysteriously.    

    

"Bullshit, if it really was a good item, would it still be your turn?" Han Chengshan twitched his mouth. In the antique circles, the sort of things like picking up a loophole often happens. However, in most cases, those who were able to get away with it were those who were talented and had good eyesight, such as their son-in-law. It would be more accurate to say that they were going to pay the tuition fees.    

    

Ding Yi shook his head and no longer explained. The words in his hand, he wouldn't trade ten sets of Yan Zhen Qing's real works.    

    

"Eh, Elder Wang!" Just as Wu Tie was about to leave, he met someone he did not expect to meet, the President of the Jinzhou City Calligraphy Association, Wang Peicheng.    

    

Not only did Wang Peicheng have profound achievements in the field of calligraphy, he also had a high reputation among the masses as a special guest in the Treasure Seeking Programme of Central TV.    

    

Han Chengshan immediately became excited. Wang Peicheng was the idol that he wanted to meet even in his dreams.    

    

"Elder Wang, why have you come here?" Han Chengshan went up to him eagerly.    

    

Wang Peicheng was wearing a black robe and looked energetic. He didn't look old at all. Seeing Han Chengshan greet him, the old man frowned. Obviously, he couldn't remember where he had seen Han Chengshan before.    

    

"You are?"    

    

"Elder Wang, I'm Han Chengshan, the one who asked you for advice at the Jinzhou and Cultural Relics Exhibition." Although Wang Peicheng did not have any impression of him, Han Chengshan was not the least bit embarrassed. After all, the person in front of him was not an ordinary old man, and it would not be excessive to call him the number one calligrapher in Jinzhou.    

    

"Oh ~ I remember now, you're Han Zongkun's son right?" The old man slapped his forehead and was suddenly enlightened.    

    

"Yes, yes, yes, Elder Wang, your memory is really good." Han Chengshan smiled happily.    

    

Ding Yi rubbed his forehead, he didn't know what to say to his father-in-law.    

    

"Chengshan, what are you doing here?" Wang Peicheng asked.    

    

"Elder Wang, I won't hide it from you. Today, I bought a piece of real art from everyone." Han Chengshan took out the scroll in his hand as he spoke, his tone showing off.    

    

"The real works of everyone?!" Wang Peicheng was instantly full of energy.    

    

"Yes, Elder Wang. Take a look." Han Chengshan opened the scroll with a smile.    

    

Wang Peicheng immediately entered the state and started to study without blinking.    

    

Inside the shop, Sunn Dafu, who witnessed all of this in his eyes, was covered in cold sweat. In fact, from the moment he saw Wang Peicheng, he felt a little uneasy, afraid that Han Chengshan would show the letter to Wang Peicheng. However, he didn't expect that Han Chengshan would actually show the letter to Wang Peicheng.    

    

Wang Peicheng was different from a rash youth like Ding Yi. In the world of antique calligraphy and painting, this was a golden discipline. As long as Wang Peicheng said it was fake, anything ordinary, even if it was real, would become fake.    

    

Right now, Sunn Dafu could only pray that Zhang Baihao was powerful enough to hide Wang Peicheng, the real master, from him.    

    

However, it was obvious that Sunn Dafu was overthinking things.    

    

After watching for over a minute, Wang Peicheng's sparse eyebrows furrowed. He patted Han Chengshan on the shoulder and said sincerely, "Chengshan, I'm afraid you've made a mistake this time …"    

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