The worker showed a grateful expression and extended a finger, "One...one million, how about it??"
As he spoke, he took out the ancient painting wrapped in coarse cloth behind him and respectfully handed it to Ye Tian.
"Can I open it and take a look?"
Ye Tian’s smile remained gentle at the corner of his mouth, making him appear approachable and not overbearing.
The worker nodded and took back the wrapped painting, then carefully opened it, preparing to spread it on the ground and slowly unfold it.
"You can’t put it on the ground, let do it!" Ye Tian hurriedly grabbed the painting and looked at An Momo, "Quick, help hold that end, be careful."
An Momo pursed her lips and shyly walked out from behind Ye Tian, making the worker lose his composure for a mont, thinking this woman is so beautiful, a fairy?
The girl from Yashi Pavilion frowned slightly but soon revealed a mocking smile, feeling full of disdain, thinking they were making a show.
How could Gong Yashi possibly make such a mistake? She couldn’t fail to recognize a genuine Tang Bohu painting.
"Heh, I wonder what kind of trick you guys are playing."
Gong Yashi’s face was full of jest, her lips slightly curled up as she looked at Ye Tian and the other two.
The painting, when unfurled, was nearly a ter long and about forty centiters wide. It was a painting of a beautiful lady in a courtyard with lake rocks, holding a fan, gazing sideways with a hint of lancholy between her eyebrows.
This picture used the white sketching technique, with dynamic and bold strokes, the lines were vigorous and rhythmic. Though the entire painting was executed with ink, it vividly showed a wealth of colors through the variations in brush strokes.
In the lower right corner of the ancient painting, a seal written in seal script had beco sowhat blurred.
The whole painting was yellowish, looking very ancient, with only the characters Tang Bohu faintly visible.
"Autumn Wind Holding Fan Painting, this is certainly one of Tang Bohu’s representative masterpieces."
Even Ye Tian couldn’t help but sigh. He had seen the evaluation of this painting when he was reading at the peak of the Divine Martial Pavilion.
The "Autumn Fan Painting" described the scene of a woman in the courtyard with lake rocks, looking beautiful, with cloud-like hair, graceful as a fairy. Her attire was clean and neat, fluttering in the wind.
Her eyes were very animated, showing a poignant and sorrowful expression. She held a fan and gazed into the distance.
In the upper left corner, Tang Yin inscribed a poem: "When autumn cos, the fan is stored away. What sad thoughts does the beauty hold? Take a closer look at the world, most people pursue warmth and coolness."
Ye Tian slowly explained the significance of this painting to the worker. An Momo was sowhat confused, wearing a perplexed expression.
Then, she pointed her phone screen at the painting, and countless comnts appeared.
"Goddess Momo, this is a fake, don’t believe it!!!"
"Yes, the guy who spoke earlier is right, this is Tang Bohu’s Autumn Wind Holding Fan Painting, but it’s a fake."
"That’s right, I just checked, the real one is currently preserved in Modu Museum."
An Momo looked at the comnts, her eyebrows furrowed, and shook her phone at Ye Tian, "Hey, they’re all saying it’s a fake, the real one is in the museum!"
At this mont, Ye Tian’s expression froze. Looking with his Creation Divine Eye, a faint light blue aura slowly erged from the painting, giving off an ancient vibe.
"A painting within a painting, it has reached this realm!" He thought.
If this painting were indeed a fake, it wouldn’t have such an ancient aura, nor would it use the painting in painting technique.
Throughout Huaxia’s five thousand-year history, famous paintings like the Qingming River Painting, Luo Shenfu, Rich Spring Mountain Residence, and others have all used the painting in painting technique.
Seeing Ye Tian hesitate, the worker hurriedly spoke, "Benefactor, how about ten thousand?? I really can’t go any lower."
Afraid that Ye Tian would refuse again, the worker pleaded with desperation, as if grasping the last straw.
Ye Tian smiled slightly and with a flick of his wrist, the painting instantly folded up. He then held An Momo’s waist with his other hand, pulling her close and pressing her head against his chest.
"What are you doing, there are many people."
Such an affectionate mont would pass in an instant.
Next second.
An Momo’s face turned red, feeling extrely shy.
"How much is in this card?" Ye Tian asked, holding a red credit card between his fingers.
An Momo ca back to her senses, touched her pockets, which were empty, and angrily glared at Ye Tian, "Just exactly two million, what do you want to do??"
Ye Tian bent down and whispered in her ear, "My dear Momo, can I borrow your card? Tell the password."
An Momo stamped her foot and tried to snatch the card back, imdiately refusing, "No way, you want to buy this painting, it’s a fake!"
"If it’s fake, I will be yours, you can beat and scold , I definitely won’t fight back, how about that?"
Ye Tian tightly held her slender waist and tickled her a bit, with a full smile on his face.
"Alright!!"
An Momo, resolute, suddenly smiled, her laugh bright, smug, and cunning.
Two million might seem a lot to others, but for a top-tier strear like her, it’s just a month’s salary, she still has eleven months to go.
Besides, Ye Tian was sure to lose, she was just playing hard to get, baiting him, didn’t expect to catch such a big fish.
An Momo hooked her arm around Ye Tian’s neck, "Xiao Tian, from now on, you’re mine. The password is..."
Ye Tian’s head was filled with black lines, didn’t expect to be tricked by An Momo, "Well played, An Momo."
"Brother, here’s two million, I want this painting, I’ll text you the password later."
Ye Tian smiled and handed over the credit card, also adding the worker on WeChat.
"Thank you, thank you."
"Benefactors, I, Zhao Zhuzi, will rember your great kindness forever!!"
The worker knelt on the ground and kowtowed with intensity, his entire body trembling with excitent as if electric currents were running through his body, his face flushed red.
"Yu’er, you have hope now, wait for ."
Ye Tian helped him up and laughed, "I got the better deal, take this talisman paper, mix it with water and give it to your wife, it might help."
"Thank you, benefactor." The worker bowed deeply and then hurriedly ran off.
"Momo, we’ve accomplished a great deed, let’s go."
Ye Tian held the painting, hands behind his back, and turned to leave.
"Such a foolish man, Tang Bohu’s Autumn Wind Holding Fan Painting is in the Modu Museum, it’s clearly a fake, he still spent two million."
"Little girl, let give you a piece of advice, better to break up with such ignorant and reckless n sooner."
The woman’s disdainful voice rang in Ye Tian’s ear.
Ye Tian glanced at the woman speaking, it was the previously cold Gong Yashi.
She seed to be around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, her beauty not inferior to An Momo, with a strong mature vibe, her attire very luxurious.
Unfortunately, Ye Tian had no ti to admire her; her sharp deanor made him sowhat unhappy.
"What’s it to you, sister?? My man only excels in being handso."
An Momo clung to Ye Tian’s arm, proudly lifting her chest, showing off her assets, glaring challengingly at her.
Gong Yashi showed no fear, although Ye Tian indeed looked extraordinarily handso in her eyes.
"Do you dare to make a bet with ??"
Gong Yashi’s eyes were as sharp as knives, staring at Ye Tian.
(Asking for votes, desperately asking for votes.)
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