The "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" by Northern Song painter Zhang Zheduan is now collected in the Palace Museum. It is 528.7 cm in length and 24.8 cm in width, recording the prosperous economic and social landscape of Tokyo in the Northern Song Dynasty.

So, when the auctioneer yelled out the fragment of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", many people wanted to beat him up. Are you kidding?

Zhou Xiru looked at the fragment and sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" Xu Zhizhi asked in a low voice.

"No, this painting is very well-painted. If it is complete, it is quite valuable for collection." Zhou Xiru smiled, "It's a pity that a broken scroll, look at it, is it still a partial picture of Hongqiao, but a partial picture of the restaurant."

"Miss Zhou, do you still know ancient paintings?" Wei Xiangyu said with a smile.

"Mr. Wei, I am a person who studies art, so I naturally know a little about painting." Zhou Xiru said with a smile.

"Yes, a girl as beautiful as you should learn art. She can draw pictures without any trouble, and she is noble!" Wei Xiangyu said with a smile.

While they were talking, some people in the auction hall had already begun to leave one after another.

The big guys present were not very interested in a copy. After all, they came to such antique exchange meetings based on the relationship for the authentic ones. No one was short of money, and they would not want to make a copy that someone copied and put it in their hands.

Moreover, the auction hall is in ruins and now it is summer again. Even though it is lit with mosquito coils, it cannot stop the bites of mosquitoes. Everyone present is rich. Usually, they may not appreciate their appearance when they invite them to dinner. If it weren't for antiques, no one would have condescended to decline the nobles and would have come to such places to feel uncomfortable.

"Aru, let's go too." Tonight, Xu Zhizhi had already made the mosquito bite many times, but when he watched Zhou Xiru surfing excitedly, he had no nerve to speak.

The place is broken, old and dirty. Mosquitoes bit him all night and he was going to go back and take a hot shower. He just checked the Internet and needed cocoon water to deal with mosquitoes to relieve itching. He had already asked Zhao Si to buy it.

"Wait." Zhou Xiru stood up and walked towards the auction table.

"Hello!"

The auctioneer smiled and said, "Grand girl, do you want to see this painting?"

"Yeah!" Zhou Xiru nodded. She had already put on white gloves and reached out to touch her directly.

This painting is also made of silk, with a very delicate style, scattered and perspective composition, and the overall layout is harmonious and beautiful.

System scanning and identification results - objects from the Northern Song Dynasty, authentic works by Zhang Zheduan.

Zhou Xiru touched the cold sweat on his head. If this painting is genuine, then what about the painting from the Palace Museum? Although people have always questioned that the painting from the Palace Museum may be a copy of the Southern Song Dynasty, there is no evidence, and the age is similar, so it has always been collected and viewed as a genuine work.

"Sir, how do you plan to sell this painting?" Zhou Xiru asked.

"This... starts at 1 million euros!" The auctioneer smiled embarrassedly.

Think about it, he was still prescient. This time, the antique exchange owner said that he would use this painting as the opening, and he argued with reason!

He was afraid that as the opening scene, he would be smashed to death by someone, and half of the guests would run away. Look, there are not many people present now.

"Or...500,000?" The auctioneer was guilty and the girl in front of him looked at him and wanted to beat him up.

"Sir, I am an art student, specifically, an art student." Zhou Xiru smiled and said, "Look at it yourself. People are almost gone, are you still counting on auction?"

"If the big girl is interested, let's talk?" the auctioneer sighed.

"This painting is well drawn, but everyone present knows that this is a copy or a broken copy. If it is complete, it will naturally have a certain collection value. After all, it is well drawn." Zhou Xiru smiled.

"Yeah!" the auctioneer nodded and said, "Grand girl, I actually don't understand."

"I don't fool you either. This copy is very likely a copy of the Qing Dynasty's palace. There is no way. An elegance emperor appeared in that era." Zhou Xiru smiled and said, "I will collect it for 150,000 yuan. I will go back to study the brushwork of this painting?"

The auctioneer thought for a while and said, "Grand girl, please wait a moment, I'll call and ask?"

"Okay!" Zhou Xiru nodded.

The auctioneer walked outside to make a phone call, and Shaoqing turned back and smiled and said, "Grand girl, congratulations, our boss said that since he is a beautiful girl, just follow the price you said."

"Okay!" Zhou Xiru smiled and paid 150,000 yuan. The auction assistant carefully rolled up the painting and put it in a special painting box for her.

Zhou Xiru was filled with joy and held the painting and greeted Xu Zhizhi, Zhuang Cheng and others.

"Miss Zhou, what's the mystery of that painting?" Wei Xiangyu followed and asked in surprise.

Zhou Xiru looked at him in surprise and smiled, "Mr. Wei, how can you tell me that there is any mystery in this painting?"

"With Ms. Zhou's appreciation of antiques, I think it's not a real high-quality product, and it won't catch your eye." Wei Xiangyu smiled, "Miss Zhou, let's talk about it."

"Mr. Wei, just call me Aru." Zhou Xiru smiled.

"Okay, I'll call you Aru." Wei Xiangyu smiled, "You are not good at the first painting today, right?"

Zhou Xiru was stunned.

Looking at her expression, Wei Xiangyu knew that he had guessed it correctly.

When I just saw Tang Bohu's painting "Zhaojun Going to the Frontier", Wei Xiangyu had a determined determination to win. He was willing to smash the amount of money. As Zhou Xiru said, that beauty is really beautiful...

However, he didn't know why Zhou Xiru was not optimistic after the appraisal?

He was a little confused at the time, why?

Later, the young man around Zhou Xiru did not offer. He inquired indirectly. The handsome young man, who was full of nobleness, turned out to be the young master of the Yinghuo Dynasty. In other words, he was not someone who could not afford to spend money.

Since he didn't bid, he naturally gave up.

"I couldn't grasp that painting, so I gave up." Zhou Xiru smiled, "I always see that the brushwork is not right."

"Where is this one in your hand?" Wei Xiangyu asked with a smile.

"Mr. Wei thought that part of the painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" collected by the Palace Museum is lost?" Zhou Xiru said with a smile.

Wei Xiangyu was stunned and asked, "There is such a thing?"

"Well!" Zhou Xiru nodded and said, "The lost part is to prove its identity as a famous family. If it is lost, it means that it may actually be a copy of the Southern Song Dynasty."

Wei Xiangyu couldn't hide his shock.
Chapter completed!