Although he was puzzled, Wang Zhi quickly answered Lin Xueyan's phone number. No matter what, it is always an exciting thing to have a beautiful girl calling.

"Hey! Wang Zhi, I heard that you are not at work now, so I wonder if you are free now?" After the phone was connected, Lin Xueyan's sweet voice came quickly. After getting familiar with Wang Zhi, Lin Xueyan no longer called Dr. Wang Zhi, but was already called his name directly.

"Ah! I just sent a friend. I'm at the airport now. Is there anything you have to do?" Wang Zhi asked with a smile.

"Two days will be my grandfather's seventy-year-old birthday. Can you accompany me to buy something?" Lin Xueyan said with some pleading.

"No problem, where are you?" Wang Zhi looked at the time. It was only a little after two o'clock in the afternoon. The time was still very sufficient, so he agreed happily.

"Oh, that's great, then you'll wait for me at the airport and I'll come and pick you up." Lin Xueyan said excitedly and hung up the phone.

Wang Zhi had no choice but to stand at the airport entrance and wait slowly. After waiting for about thirty minutes, a silver-white Ferrari sports car slowly stopped in front of Wang Zhi. The window rolled down and Lin Xueyan's beautiful head poked out.

"Can you drive?"

"No." Wang Zhi shook his head. Although his family is well off, he is not as wealthy as he can buy a starting sports car.

"Tsk! I thought you knew everything." Lin Xueyan looked at Wang Zhi with contempt and said, "Then get in the car, it seems that I am the only one who is the driver for you."

Opening the car door, Wang Zhi was on the lower left side of the co-pilot, looking at Lin Xueyan's cute expression, and said with a smile: "I said beauty, I'm just a doctor, not an all-rounder, there's nothing rare about not being able to drive."

Lin Xueyan was so hot that Wang Zhi looked at her. She quickly stepped on the accelerator and choked Wang Zhi, "Hey! I said I haven't worn a seat belt yet. You are going to murder me, right?"

"What are the benefits of murdering you?" Lin Xueyan was immediately happy when she looked at Wang Zhi's embarrassing appearance. For so long, Wang Zhi has always been a very graceful person in front of him. Today, it is rare to see him make a fool of himself.

The place where Lin Xueyan took Wang Zhi to was an antique street in Jianghuai. Lin Xueyan's grandfather, Mr. Lin, had no other hobbies, just liked some antique calligraphy and paintings. In order to give his grandfather a surprise, Lin Xueyan decided to take action himself this time and choose an antique for his grandfather.

However, Lin Xueyan himself didn't understand this. After thinking about it, he still brought Wang Zhi. Wang Zhi was knowledgeable and talented in traditional Chinese medicine, so he might have some vision.

However, after arriving at the place, Lin Xueyan was a little hesitant. She was not afraid of spending money, but was afraid of buying a fake, which made her family laugh at her. She held Wang Zhi's hand and asked nervously: "Wang Zhi, do you know antiques?"

"What's this?" Wang Zhi thought carefully and replied: "It depends on what antiques it is. If it were from before the Qing Dynasty, maybe a few more items could be recognized, but the Qing Dynasty would not be able to do it." In addition, Wang Zhi lived in ancient times for so long and naturally had some understanding of the things at that time.

"Really, it's great. I'm not afraid of others making jokes this time." Lin Xueyan said excitedly, pulling Wang Zhi quickly rushed into the antique shop.

Seeing Lin Xueyan as lively as a child, Wang Zhi smiled and shook his head. Looking at his hand being held tightly by Lin Xueyan, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Modern children are indeed late. Lin Xueyan is already twenty-five years old, and still looks like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

When he walked into the antique shop, the owner saw the two of them coming in, his eyes lit up and he quickly stood up to greet him.

Today, Lin Xueyan wore a white pleated skirt, with a pair of blue tight jeans on her lower body. Her black and soft hair was randomly tied behind her head by a pink hairpin, which added a bit of purity. Although Wang Zhi was just wearing a casual casual outfit, as an internal master and a generation of miracle doctor, he naturally had extraordinary temperament, and the owner naturally regarded the two as the main customers.

Both of them are very young and they must have no experience in identifying antiques. Such people are often the targets of the shop owner.

"What do you want to see for the two guests? Our store has antiques, calligraphy and paintings from all dynasties." The owner is an old man in his sixties and looks very smart.

"Let's take a look, you don't need to greet you." Wang Zhi said casually, pulling Lin Xueyan to look slowly. Wang Zhi knew that this antique street is a place where many antique lovers can do Taobao. The things here are true and false, fake, and it's not possible without some eye strength. The owner cannot see your intentions, otherwise he would have to pay a sky-high price for an ordinary thing.

Lin Xueyan didn't understand this at all. He picked up this and then looked at that. It looked like a curious baby. Wang Zhi was sweeping around casually with his eyes to see if he could find a few real good things.

Suddenly, Wang Zhi was attracted by a landscape painting hanging on the corner of the wall. It was a very ordinary calligraphy and painting. The calligraphy and paintings were a bit rough in terms of style and painting. However, Wang Zhi knew this painting, which was a genuine antique-level calligraphy and painting.

Taking a few more glances as if he was casually looking at it, Wang Zhi inadvertently turned to the calligraphy and painting, looked at it again, and saw a small ink mark on the upper right corner of the calligraphy and painting, and confirmed his thoughts with certainty.

The paper of this painting is made of hemp paper produced in Sichuan. Although it looks rough in painting, it is the original work of Huang Tingjian, a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Boss, how do you buy this painting?" Wang Zhi pointed to the painting in front of him indifferently and asked carelessly.

"Oh, you have a good eye. This painting is a treasure in our store and an amazing antique..." The boss talked endlessly.

Seeing the boss's appearance of this painting being the treasure of our store, and most people never takeout, Wang Zhi waved his hand impatiently, "Forget it, when I didn't say it, I'm just looking at this painting. Generally, those who are new to painting can refer to it and ask casually."

"Hehe." Hearing Wang Zhi's words, the shop owner smiled awkwardly, "The customer laughed. Since you like it, this is the price of 2,000 yuan at one time."

"Two thousand, just like this broken painting." Wang Zhi curled his lips disdainfully, took out five hundred-dollar bills from his pocket, and slapped them on the table: "Five hundred, do you like to sell them or not."

"This, please add a little more." The boss rubbed his hands and said with a shy face. He could not tell the origin of this painting, but from the perspective of the painter, it was definitely not a work by a famous artist. At most, it was a bit of an era. As for that era, it was hard to say.

"No." Wang Zhi said decisively, then picked up the money on the table and said, "Stop selling it."

"Sell, can't I sell it?" Seeing that Wang Zhi was about to put away the money, the boss stopped caring about it, so he quickly snatched it and said, "Anyway, when he collected it, the painting was only given twenty yuan, and he made a lot of money for five hundred yuan."

After buying the painting, Wang Zhi quickly pulled Lin Xueyan away. Looking at Wang Zhi's hurriedly leaving, the store owner said with some doubt: "Is that painting of something else?"

At this time, Lin Xueyan also asked Wang Zhi again: "Why did you like that painting? It's not so good." When Wang Zhi bought the painting just now, Lin Xueyan wanted to ask, but she was still smart and knew that it was not advisable to talk too much at that time, otherwise if Wang Zhi really liked a genuine product, it would inevitably cost a lot of money.

Wang Zhi was in a very good mood when he bought Huang Tingjian's original work for 500 yuan. If he was given to people who knew the goods, he would definitely be sold for more than 4 million yuan. You should know that this was a work by Huang Tingjian before he became famous, but it had great collection and research value.

"Haha, I found a treasure today." Wang Zhi casually said to Lin Xueyan: "Haha, don't look at this painting as bad as it is, he is a real antique."

"Really, how did you see it? Are you wrong? I don't think so." Lin Xueyan said in confusion.

"How did I see it? Of course I have seen it with my own eyes. This painting was specially painted by Huang Tingjian for me, but it was not very good at that time." Wang Zhi thought in his heart that Huang Tingjian was only sixteen years old at that time. Wang Zhi happened to save his life at that time, so he personally made a painting for Wang Zhi. The ink mark on the upper right corner of the painting was accidentally rubbed by Wang Zhi.

However, Wang Zhi didn't dare to say this, but just casually said: "Lucky, lucky."

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