Dozens of pairs of eyes were all looking at Lin Feng.
Yan Bing smiled coldly, but he felt a little uneasy. For some reason, this young man made him feel very dangerous.
That confident smile made her panic.
"Mister Lin, I'll give you a chance. Tell me, what's so special about this painting?”
"Why are you in such a hurry? Alright, I'll satisfy you. Sometimes, even an old master would make a mistake.”
Lin Feng unfolded the painting and laid it flat on the rectangular appraisal table. Then, he picked up a utility knife at the side.
"F * ck, is there really something? I've heard of some paintings hiding things in the middle, but I've never seen it before.”
"But the authentic Along the River During the Qingming Festival can't possibly appear here. What exactly is inside?”
"Tsk tsk, if he really does create something, then it'll be interesting. Not only will Yan Bing be slapped in the face, Treasure Trove Pavilion's reputation will also plummet.”
A mysterious green light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and he saw through all the mysteries in the painting.
In the middle of the compartment, only he could see a broken thing. There were some words that he could not understand written on it, which looked a little like Sanskrit.
[Item Name: Vajra Paramita Sutra]
[Year: Tang Dynasty]
[Preservation: 90% intact.]
[Commercial value: 1.5 billion]
[Overall judgment: priceless treasure.]
"Shopkeeper Yan, there's a good saying. When luck comes, it can't be stopped. Perhaps the heavens think that I've been poor for too long and want me to get rich.”
With that, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he cut open the Along the River Painting during the Qingming Festival. A yellow object appeared inside, looking like an old piece of paper.
Yan Bing's heart skipped a beat, and a very bad premonition appeared in his heart.
"Mister Lin, is there really something inside?'
"Yeah, what's this yellow thing? It looked like paper, but it wasn't something modern.”
"Tsk tsk, so it's hard yellow paper. "Lin Feng said with a smile.
He used the knife to cut again, and the cut became bigger and bigger. Lin Feng's hand movements also became bigger and bigger. Soon, a slightly broken yellow paper was pulled out by him.
When he laid them all out on the table, he looked up at Yan Bing and asked with a smile,""How is it? Can you tell me what this is?"
Yan Bing's eyes were filled with shock. She stared at the huge yellow paper and could tell at a glance that it was an antique. Clearly, he had made a mistake.
"Mr. Lin, I don't know what it is. This paper looks a little old, but don't forget that there's a prerequisite. 50,000,000. Even if it's an antique, it's not easy to get a profit of 50,000,000.“
“5000W？”
Lin Feng's smile grew wider and wider. At this moment, he suddenly spread out the entire yellow paper. There were a few small holes on it, but at this moment, everyone stretched their necks and saw the tadpole-like Sanskrit on the yellow paper.
"The Tang Dynasty's Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra, complete volume. Scroll, the front of the scroll is slightly incomplete, hard yellow paper, regular script. The remaining length of the scroll was 400cm, the width of the scroll was 26.5cm, and the top of the scroll was 2.8cm. There were 16-17 words on the scroll, and there was a black lacquer wood axis at the end of the scroll. The Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra was translated by Kumarajiva of the Later Qin Dynasty.”
Yan Bing's face turned paler and paler as she listened to Lin Feng's words. Her hands were covered in cold sweat. It was obvious that she knew what Lin Feng was talking about.
A scripture left behind from the Tang Dynasty, and it was still so well-preserved. Its value was not much, let alone 50,000,000, even 20 times that was not much.
"Lin Feng, this thing doesn't count if you've written it.”
"Alright, this is your territory. There are so many professionals. You can find any one to appraise it. But I'm telling you, don't think of any tricks.”
Yan Bing glared at Lin Feng fiercely. Song Chenggong had come to the shop a few days ago and mentioned Lin Feng to him. She had even warned him not to underestimate Lin Feng. At that time, he had scoffed at her.
But now, she had paid the price for her arrogance.
Very soon, another old man was invited out. This person was called Fang An, Treasure Trove Pavilion's personal appraiser. He had once worked as an appraiser in the Yanjing Cultural Relics Association, and at the same time, he had a certain research on things like ancient scriptures.
When he picked up the magnifying glass and walked to the long table, just as he was about to take a look, he was instantly stunned, as if he had been immobilized.
At this moment, his sunken eyes looked at the entire yellow paper, and Fang An's body trembled with excitement.
"I really didn't expect that there would be such a complete handwritten scripture passed down from the Tang Dynasty. It's really unbelievable.“
"Old sir, how is it? What's the price of this thing?"
"Price? You're telling me the price? This thing is a priceless treasure and has an extremely high collection value. It can't be measured by money at all. It's too perfect. I can still see such a perfect handwritten scripture in my lifetime.“
Yan Bing panicked when she saw how agitated Fang An was. This 40-year-old woman, who had always been as calm as a mountain, finally felt a trace of fear this time.
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