Chapter 88: Eighty-seven Immortal Scrolls, Everyone Bids to Grab

"Eighty-Seven Immortals Picture? What is that?"

"Never heard of it."

"Is it worth eighty-seven dollars?"

"If Lao Wang says so, then so be it. I don't care."

Chen Tianhua looked at him: "What kind of painting is that? I've never heard of it."

"I know." Liu Guang recovered and said, "As far as I know, it is said that the Picture of Eighty-Seven Immortals is a religious painting by Wu Daozi, the painting saint of the Tang Dynasty. It was once bought by Xu Beihong at the Xianggang Auction."

"However, Kunming was bombed later and the painting disappeared. Its whereabouts are still unknown."

An authentic work of Wu Daozi? ... Chen Tianhua was moved.

Jolis asked hurriedly, "Expert Liu, is this painting authentic?"

"Old Liu, take a look!"

"I know! Give me the magnifying glass quickly."

Liu Guang did not dare to touch it randomly, and looked at it carefully for a while.

He said: "Looking at the brushwork, the image, and the verve, it is indeed a Tang Dynasty painting. As for whether it is by Wu Daozi, I'm not sure, but I can ask a friend of mine to take a look."

"What's your friend's name?" Ren Fei asked with concern.

If it is really Wu Daozi's painting, he will fight for it no matter what.

"Shan Qianghua."

"Is it the one who is the chairman of the Palace Museum Research?"

"Correct!"

"If it's him, then I can definitely tell whose painting it is at a glance."

Those collectors, both big and small experts, know that Shan Qianghua is an authority on calligraphy and painting and has won many awards. If they invite him to come and see his works, he will definitely be convinced.

Wang Chen was waiting for these people to make trouble.

Someone helped him find someone to identify it, which saved him a lot of trouble.

soon.

Liu Guang connected to Shan Qianghua’s video call.

A large square face appeared in the camera. He was a middle-aged man in his forties with a middle-parted haircut. He looked dignified.

Shan Qianghua asked without a smile: "What's the matter, Liu Guang?"

"I found a painting here that seems to be by Wu Daozi, but I'm not sure. Can you help me take a look?"

"A painting by Wu Daozi?"

Shan Qianghua smiled.

"How is that possible? Wu Daozi's paintings are very rare, and the ones that have been handed down are all in the hands of collectors. Even I haven't seen many of them. Where did you get them?"

"I didn't do it. Lao Wang just dug it out. Look."

Liu Guang turned the camera around and zoomed in on the picture.

"Did Lao Wang dig it out?"

Shan Qianghua was shocked. He had heard of Lao Wang, but he didn't expect that he would dig out a painting today. If it was real, he was indeed talented.

"Come closer and turn on the light."

Liu Guang did as he was told.

Shan Qianghua looked at it for a while, looking surprised.

"Yes, it is an authentic work of Wu Daozi. This painting is the Picture of Eighty-Seven Immortals. I thought it had been destroyed, but I didn't expect it to appear here."

He smiled and greeted Wang Chen in a friendly manner: "Hello, Lao Wang, do you want to sell this painting? I can find a buyer for you."

There are very few authentic works of Wu Daozi.

Once it appears, it will be fought over at high prices.

The main thing is that collecting this thing is more valuable than buying a house.

Wang Chen shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Expert Shan. I'll think about it again."

Jolis and others felt relieved.

Ye Yuxuan asked: "Master Shan, how much does this painting cost?"

"It should be 20 million. Wu Daozi's murals are the most valuable. Paper paintings like this are worth tens of millions."

"Ok, thank you."

Netizens were surprised.

"Twenty million...! Did Lao Wang save the world in his previous life?"

"I admit that my eyes are red!"

"Damn, if I dug it out, I'd buy a house tomorrow!"

"This box of stuff is worth 50 million!"

hang up the phone.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense.

Since it is true, the next step is bidding.

Liu Jin was the first to speak: "Mr. Wang, I want this painting for 21 million, how about it?" "Liu the rich pig, do you have too big an appetite!?"

Ye Yuxuan glanced at him unhappily.

He said, "Mr. Wang, I'll pay 22 million for this painting."

Wang Chen didn't say anything.

He was waiting for someone to speak.

The fair market price given by [Treasure Hunt] is 22 million, but a unique piece like this has a premium.

Ren Fei smiled and said, "My father loves to paint. I want to buy some for him to show my filial piety. I'll add two million."

Jolis said, "If it is put in our auction house, the price will definitely be higher than what they quoted. I hope Mr. Wang can cooperate with us. I believe our friendship will not end just this time!"

The others were getting anxious when they heard the four of them bidding.

I want to buy it but I can't afford it right now.

Even Chen Tianhua was moved and hesitated to speak several times.

Wang Chen saw that no one spoke.

I thought about it in my mind.

The current highest price is 24 million, which is about the same.

He did a quick calculation and concluded that this box of stuff was worth at least 5100 million!
Higher than initially estimated.

Satisfied!
Wang Chen turned his head and saw the mighty general in the pit.

I almost forgot about this cheap stuff. This cannon must be sold for at least 1.5 million, right?
"Don't worry, how about this? I'll dig for a while, and then we can trade after we get down the mountain. Is that ok?"

He was anxious to dig for treasure and wanted to wait until it was over before discussing this matter.

"Row."

"No problem, Mr. Wang, work is more important."

"Let's talk about it after we go down the mountain. We'll chat in detail then."

Everyone agreed.

Liu Jin felt that he could not get the painting, so he turned his attention to the cannon.

"Xiao Chen, are you still selling this gun?"

"Sell it, but not now. We have to wait for the police to come and take a look to see if it's dangerous. I don't think you, Mr. Liu, would want to be taken away by the police for tea, right?"

"Haha, why would I think that? Just watch it first and then decide."

Wang Chen opened his phone and took a look.

The money for the items just sold has been received.

The total balance of the two cards: 7831 million.

Wang Chen rolled up the scroll and carefully put it away, then headed to the next prompt point.

Everyone followed him closely, walking on the uneven ground.

"I'll buy a mattock and dig some more later." Ye Yuxuan said depressedly.

I didn’t get any of the treasures today.

"You can't compare with Lao Wang. At most, you can dig a lump of iron."

"How will you know if you don't try."

Several people were chatting.

Wang Chen went around and dug up forty more treasure spots.

Unfortunately, all of them are worthless items.

There were steel helmets, muskets, bayonets, and swords.

Walk to the northernmost part of the mountain.

Wang Chen looked at the narrow valley between the two mountains filled with golden light and wished he could dig it out overnight.

But it was too late. If we dug at night, we would have no time during the day.
"That's about it. Let's stop here for today. We'll trade these guns after we get down the mountain."

Wang Chen said.

I opened my phone and took a look.

It was half past six in the evening. It gets dark late in the summer and now the sky was dim.

Hong Lei called.
"Hey, Lao Wang, where have you been? I'm here with your cannon. Come over here for a moment. I have something to discuss with you."

"Wait a moment, I'll be there soon."

Wang Chen put down the phone.

"Come on, everyone. Let's go back the way we came and go to the cannon."

The mountain road is winding and there are many large rocks and cracks blocking the way.

Twenty minutes later.

to the place.

Wang Chen was confused.

What's going on? Why are there so many people?
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(End of this chapter)