In fact, Lin Wanqing was not only obsessed with ancient literature, but she also learned to draw since she was young. She was especially good at ink painting.
He had also done a lot of research on the painting techniques of some famous masters.
When this folding fan was unfolded, Lin Wanqing saw the immortal painting drawn on the fan. She felt that the drawing technique was especially similar to that of the Art Saint, Daoist Wu.
Now that she heard Qin Feng admit it personally, Lin Wanqing was like she was struck by lightning.
She was dumbfounded.
"The paintings of Art Saint Wu Daozi are extremely rare and precious! Most of the authentic works were kept in the museum!”
Lin Wanqing held the folding fan and felt that she did not dare to move her limbs.
"Such a precious antique, and you just put it on a stall?”
"Yes, is there anything wrong?"
Lin Wanqing was also stunned when she saw Qin Feng's accustomed attitude.
"It wouldn't be good if it was broken…" she said weakly after hesitating for a moment.
When Qin Feng heard this, he suddenly bent down and approached Lin Wanqing.
Lin Wanqing looked at Qin Feng's handsome face and gradually magnified it in front of her eyes. She was so embarrassed that she became a shrimp.
"What…what are you doing? I…I just know that you have Daoist Wu's authentic work. There's no need to kill me…"
Lin Wanqing blinked her willow-shaped eyes that were full of spirit and asked pitifully.
Kill him to silence him?
Puff!
Such an innocent and cute girl. Wasn't it a waste to put on a show?
Qin Feng laughed in his heart and decided to tease Lin Wanqing.
"Since you've exposed my secret, I won't pretend anymore. Actually, I'm a peerless thief who specializes in stealing rare paintings.”
As he spoke, he hooked the folding fan in his hand around Lin Wanqing's chin. Qin Feng pretended to be gloomy and said,
"Seeing that we are fated, I'll allow you to choose the death package. Dagger, white silk, red crane top, little miss, pick one.”
Lin Wanqing was frozen by the sky-high price ancient fan and did not dare to move. She asked weakly,"
"I…I'm afraid of pain. Which one doesn't hurt? Can you give me a hint?”
Haha!
Was he asking for outside help?
Do you think this is very 6 7?
"You're so cute. I won't tease you anymore."
Qin Feng laughed out loud. He directly took out another folding fan from behind Lin Wanqing and knocked on Lin Wanqing's head.
"Ah!"
Lin Wanqing let out a soft cry and covered her forehead. She asked in a daze,""You…you're really not a peerless thief?”
"If I were a peerless thief, then I would definitely be a thief who stole hearts and seduced the hearts of you innocent little girls.”
Qin Feng laughed and asked,
"Think about it, if Daoist Wu's authentic work was stolen, would there be no news in the martial world? The higher-ups had already issued a global arrest warrant.”
Swoosh--
Opening his folding fan, Qin Feng leisurely fanned himself.
On the fan surface, there was a painting of an immortal with immortal energy floating in the air, which seemed real and illusory.
It was another folding fan drawn by Daoist Wu!
"There's still one more!" Lin Wanqing was completely dumbfounded and her attention was instantly diverted. "You…actually used it to fan!"
Qin Feng replied with a matter-of-fact expression,
"Isn't a fan used to fan?”
Even though this fan cost more than ten million yuan.
But so what?
Its essence was still a fan.
It was just a little more expensive than other fans.
Lin Wanqing had done some research on ancient paintings. Although she was not a professional, she was still clear about the approximate value.
Wait a minute!
Just now…where did that fan come from…
He seemed to have accidentally sat on an incredible fan.
"I didn't sit too badly just now, did I?"
Lin Wanqing stared at the folding fan in Qin Feng's hand. Her confidence was a little weak.
Qin Feng looked at Lin Wanqing's conflicted expression and knocked her little head with his fan. He said,
"Don't worry about it. It's just a fan. Besides, you're only a little fat and light.”
When Lin Wanqing heard this, she recalled that she was hugged by Qin Feng just now and forgot to struggle.
Boom!
Lin Wanqing's cheeks flushed red, and she completed the transformation from cooked prawns to tomatoes.
"Here, take the cola and apply it on yourself. Otherwise, you'll be swollen like a pig's foot tomorrow.”
After saying that, Qin Feng waved his sky-high price folding fan and went to call for business.
Lin Wanqing's gaze flickered. Looking at Qin Feng like this, she felt even more moved.
"Um, can I take a look at the painting on this folding fan? Don't worry, I'll be careful. I won't break it!”
"I just want to learn the master's brush strokes and composition. I've never been so close to his paintings…"
Lin Wanqing pleaded softly, her tone somewhat uneasy.
Although Lin Wanqing's family background was not bad, who could be like Qin Feng, using an ancient fan worth tens of millions as an ordinary fan!
Usually, Lin Wanqing would go to a museum or other places to study ancient paintings through the glass windows.
She had never thought that one day, she would be able to personally hold a painting by Daoist Wu!
Even some of the top ink painting masters and appraisers didn't have such an opportunity!
But today!
Lin Wanqing actually met him at a small stall!
"Feel free to look around."
Qin Feng casually waved his hand, as if he didn't care at all.
Actually, in Qin Feng's opinion.
No matter how expensive an antique was, if it didn't meet a good friend, it would forever be sealed in a dark, dark room.
Other than the cold numbers that indicated the value, there was no actual value.
If the people who understood it could get inspiration from it and create new works, that would be the true meaning of a good painting!
However, the world was trapped by the cold number of money and ignored the soul of the painting!
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