This is an old Guangming Daily with a painting posted on it. I looked at it and it was Dai Jin's painting. It was a bird that was parked on a pine branch. The four sides of Guangming Daily were torn. It looked like someone posted it on an old house when the walls were covered with newspapers.

The water is very deep, and I was not familiar with Dai Jin at first. The rice paper is very old, but maybe I found the old rice paper. I found the painter to draw it with old ink. I remembered that someone had faked securities. In order to find the paper from that time, I bought countless old books from that era and imitated it. The current fine painting technology can forge almost the same printed materials, but Chinese painting is very difficult.

I didn't say anything, looked at the newspaper carefully, and all the details were telling me a story.

In the old house here, a courtyard house was subrented by many people, and newspapers were posted on the walls. Someone found an old painting in the old house and posted it on Guangming Daily. Later, the house was moved and the painting was discovered and sold to the shop. When the boss saw that it was Dai Jin's painting.

If there were no Guangming Daily, I might have hesitated, but this old Guangming Daily was too deliberate, and this deliberateness made me naturally wary.

I didn't ask for this painting, and I kept it in the shop for 40,000 yuan, so that when he had good goods, I would send me a photo, so I would come to make up for it.

The old fat man was very happy and took me out with his iPad. I went out and told me all the truth. Bai Haotian scratched his head: "I thought it was the truth of the thing itself."

I said: "In the current technology, many times I see the feeling of instant discomfort. For example, carvings in old mirrors, some people can do it so that they can't see it at all."

When I returned to the hotel, I started fiddling with the remaining beeswax beads. I strung two and a half strings, one string was 100,000 yuan, one string was 70,000 yuan, and half string was 100,000 yuan, and half string was 70,000 yuan.

Bai Haotian thought for a while: "Aren't you purchasing goods for Haoshanju? Why did you just take them yourself?"

I said don't worry, this is just practicing skills, we haven't entered the village yet.

By the night, the old fat man posted a lot of photos of me, all of which were all kinds of things, including bronze swords, bronze sword coins, and some Western Zhou agate. I was stunned and saw a pair of jade earrings inside, which were sun-green.

Looking at the corpse tines above, it should be out of the soil. I think it is interesting. In the Qing Dynasty, jade was expensive in green. There have been various sayings in the past ten years. Even if it is so green, it will cost more than 200,000 yuan to be sold now.

All these photos were sent by the village dealers to the antique dealers in the entire county. They were not with the old fat man at all. We wanted them, so the old fat man would go to purchase goods. Of course, I also sent all these photos to various groups using Bai Haotian's account, praying in my heart that I would ask me to trap them again, and I would be able to enter the village.

There was no sound at night, so I forced myself to sleep, hid the beeswax, and didn't think about the oil bottle.

I thought about it for a few seconds. If they were not dead, the time could be calculated. If they were dead now, they would probably be soaked like fried dough sticks now. I don’t know how to deal with those two fried dough sticks.
Chapter completed!