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"Uncle, something bad has happened."
Liu Zijie said urgently.
Upon hearing this, Liu Yan's heart skipped a beat." Zijie, what happened?"”
"Uncle, that Zhu Yun had already sold the Songyang Han Cypress Painting to someone else before I called him.”
"What is it? Sold it to someone else?"
Liu Yan, who was resting backstage, was so shocked that he sat up straight. Then, he quickly got up with his phone and walked to the bathroom not far away." Zijie, I'll talk to you somewhere else later.”
"Alright, Uncle."
After entering the bathroom and locking the door, Liu Yan quickly said,"Can you contact the buyer now?”
"That can't be, Uncle. That Zhu Yun doesn't have any contact information for the buyer, and he doesn't even know his name.”
"What…"
Liu Yan, who was in his sixties, sat weakly on the toilet lid.
This time, he was taking a huge risk of ruining his reputation.
He had originally thought that after doing this, even if his reputation was ruined and he could no longer mix in this industry in the future, he would not suffer a loss.
She never thought that she would end up being someone else's wedding dress…
Who exactly bought the painting of Songyang Han Cypress from Zhu Yun?
Did the other party see that it was an authentic Qianlong Emperor's calligraphy?
Ye Chen took out a shiny golden name card from his pocket after leaving the Tianzijialiu Antique City with the Painting of Songyang Han Cypress.
He dialed the number on the business card.
"Hello, President Chen. I'm Jordan. We ate noodles together at the noodle shop last night. Do you still remember?”
Ye Chen said.
"So it's Little Brother Ye. What's the matter, Little Brother Ye?”
Chen Dehua asked.
"President Chen, you helped me pay for the noodles last night. I haven't had time to thank you yet. I wonder if President Chen has time to come out for lunch so that I can express my gratitude. I happen to have a painting of Songyang Han Cypress in my hand. I want President Chen to help me look at it and see if it's an authentic work of Emperor Qianlong.”
On the other end of the phone, Chen Dehua, who was doing the final inspection work at the Bailey Auction House, was in high spirits.
Songyang Han Cypress Painting?
If this was really the work of Emperor Qianlong, its value would be astonishing.
Thinking of this, Chen Dehua immediately said,"Little Brother Ye, where are you? I'll drive over to find you now.”
Twenty minutes later.
In a private room of a high-end restaurant near the Tianzijialiu Antique City, Jordan waited for Dehua Chen, who had rushed over.
"Such a high-end restaurant. It seems that Little Brother Ye is not an ordinary person.”
Chen Dehua walked in and said with a smile.
For a restaurant of this level, just ordering a few dishes would cost more than five thousand.
Ordinary people could not afford such high consumption.
Jordan smiled noncommittally and invited Andy Chan to sit down.
After Jordan ordered the dishes and the waiter left the private room with the menu, Chen Dehua could not sit still anymore." Little Brother Ye, your painting of Songyang Han Cypress?”
As Chen Dehua spoke, his gaze was already fixed on the painting tube on the chair beside Ye Chen.
Ye Chen did not waste any time. He picked up the painting tube from the chair beside him and handed it to Chen Dehua, who was sitting opposite him.
Taking the painting tube, Dehua Chen opened the lid and carefully took out the scroll inside.
Then, he placed it on the dining table and carefully unfolded it.
When the painting was fully unfolded, Dehua Chen bent down and carefully observed it.
Along the way, Dehua Chen took out a magnifying glass from his pocket.
Ye Chen did not say anything to disturb them. He sat at the side and drank his tea while waiting.
About five minutes later, Dehua Chen put away his magnifying glass and straightened his back.
"Little Brother Ye, pardon me for asking, but where did you get this Songyang Han Cypress Painting?”
Ye Chen did not say anything, but he reached out and pointed in a direction outside the window.
Looking in the direction Ye Chen was pointing, Dehua Chen said in surprise,"Little Brother Ye, are you telling me that you just bought it at the audition for 'The Gate of Painting'?”
Ye Chen nodded." That's right, President Chen. Teacher Liu Yan identified this painting as a high-quality imitation from the Qing Dynasty. However, I felt that it seemed to be an authentic work, so I spent 170,000 yuan to buy it from its owner."”
"President Chen, do you think it's authentic or fake?”
"Little Brother Ye, my skill is limited, so I can't be sure if it's an authentic work of Emperor Qianlong.”
Chen Dehua changed the topic as he spoke."But if I have to make a judgment, I think this 'Songyang Han Cypress Painting' is 80% authentic.”
After listening to Chen Dehua's words, Jordan felt that Chen Dehua was a person who could be befriended.
After all, he had just said that the appraisal expert Liu Yan's appraisal of this "Songyang Han Cypress Painting" was a fake.
Under such circumstances, if Dehua Chen was greedy by nature, he would definitely follow Yan Liu's words and say that this painting was a fake. Then, he would think of ways to buy this "Songyang Han Cypress Painting" from him.
However, Chen Dehua did not do so.
From this, it could be seen that Dehua Chen's character was still passable.
He was a person who could be made friends with.
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