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You lived over 500 years, let's believe in science.
Don't play like this.
Lin Xiao said again: "It is impossible for a person to live for more than 500 years. Let me think about it. I should be 120. No, I am 120 years old, [-] years old."
The four were speechless for a moment.
You just said ten thousand.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that you are lying.
Zifeng coughed: "Grandpa Lin, lying is not a good boy..."
This time it was Lin Xiao's turn to be speechless.
Lin Xiao looked at Zifeng: you child, how do you talk.
Zifeng also felt that there was something wrong with his words.
His face turned red, and he bowed his head instantly.
"Haha, Zifeng teased Grandpa Lin."
"Zifeng, good job, it should be like this, this is the price of lying."
"Zifeng, you are not serious, dare to tease Grandpa Lin, be careful that he spanks your ass."
"Look at Grandpa Lin, he has nothing to say in an instant."
"Grandpa Lin is deflated. This is the first time Grandpa Lin has deflated. It's so cute."
Lin Xiao said with a stern face: "Little girl, if you say so about your grandpa, be careful that grandpa spanks your ass, it's not big or small."
Zifeng pulled Lin Xiao's clothes.
She said coquettishly, "Grandpa Lin, it's my fault, don't be angry, Zifeng is just curious, how many years has Grandpa Lin lived, can you tell me?"
"Didn't tell you, 120 years old, why are you so naughty girl, if anyone marries you in the future, it will be bad luck."
Zifeng sticks out his little tongue, acting cute.
Huang Xiaochu carefully put away the scroll and took out another scroll.
Open slowly.
This is a picture of bamboo and stone.
There are only a few strokes of calligraphy and painting, but they are vigorous and powerful.
Peng Peng smiled: "Friends in the live broadcast room, guess who drew this?"
Peng Peng instantly covered the imprint and name.
The audience in the live room guessed.
There are countless bullet screens in the live broadcast room.
"Peng Peng is too bad. His name is covered, and even his imprint is covered. There are so many ancient paintings. How could so many celebrities guess it?"
"Peng Peng, call quickly and look at the writing on it."
"Stop making trouble, we are not calligraphers and painters, we just want to know who painted this painting?"
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in a villa.
"Daughter-in-law, let's go shopping."
"Lao Jin, come and watch it. This show is really interesting. It even showed calligraphy and paintings for people to appreciate. This is obviously a fake. Lao Jin, come and take a look."
Jin Yuchang was taken aback.
As they walked, they asked, "What program?"
"Longing for live broadcast room."
Jin Yunchang doesn't take it seriously, what kind of life he yearns for, he is only interested in calligraphy and paintings.
As for other things, it doesn't catch a cold at all.
Jin Yunchang is the vice president of the Calligraphy Academy and a top member of the Collectors Association. He does not know how many paintings and calligraphy have been appraised in his hands. There are not a hundred thousand, but there are also ten thousand.
Jin Yunchang stared at the computer screen.
Immediately, his eyes lit up: "This paper, this ink, a few strokes outline the style of bamboo, and the brush and ink are vigorous and powerful. Obviously it was painted by a famous artist. This is Zheng Banqiao's painting scroll."
"What do you mean? Could it be that this painting is still really unfinished."
Jin Yunchang shook his head: "I can't see it for the time being. You have to personally identify it. As long as it is not inkjet printing, it is probably true. Zheng Banqiao has many imitators, but none of them can get Shen Yun."
"Shen Yun? What is this?"
Jin Yunchang rolled his eyes and said: "I understand it when I tell you, you get out of the way, I will sit down and appreciate it slowly."
As for shopping with my daughter-in-law, I have long forgotten.
Jin Yunchang watched the live broadcast room.
Jin Yunchang hurriedly called: "Brother Cai, quickly open the life program group that you yearn for. There is a picture scroll of Zheng Banqiao on it, please show it."
"Brother Jin, you just finish the appraisal and it's over."
"I'm not sure, there's only a video. I also found a picture scroll of Tang Yin. I don't know if it's real. Take a look."
"What, there is also Tang Yin's picture scroll? Just wait."
A voice came from the other end of the phone: "Bastard, get out of here quickly, I want to watch the live broadcast."
"Grandpa, you are so old, you still have the heart to watch the live broadcast!"
"piss off···"
Jin Yunchang hung up the phone.
"Old Jin, let's go shopping."
Are you kidding me, such a good painting, let me go shopping with you.