"Boy, what are you talking nonsense?" The antique shop owner was furious and stared at Lin Ziming and cursed bluntly.

The tomboy "Mr. Guo" also frowned and looked at Lin Ziming with doubt and a little displeasure.

She was also from a wealthy family and was a bit involved in calligraphy. In her opinion, this calligraphy of Yongzheng is an authentic one, and there is no trace of copying and fraud. And this man said it was a fake, in a sense, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?

Faced with so many murderous gazes, Lin Ziming was not panicked at all. He walked over in a leisurely manner with a smile on his face, "Nonsense? I said you are so brave that you are really good enough. The cost is only 20,000 or 30,000 yuan. He dared to offer a price of 4 million yuan. This amount is enough for you to squat for many years."

The owner of the antique shop became even more angry, with a little guilty flashing in his eyes, and said with a stern and cowardly voice: "Mystery, I think you are here to make trouble. Could it be that someone of my colleagues who are jealous of my calligraphy that I can earn more than one million yuan, so I came here to destroy it?!"

I have to say that the owner of this antique shop responded quite quickly, and his thinking was working, and he immediately slandered Lin Ziming as his colleagues who came to do the destruction.

The tomboy also nodded secretly, believing this possibility, Lin Ziming was a little speechless when he saw her reaction. What kind of IQ is, such a simple scam can't be seen, and it's so easy for the boss to be brought into the rhythm.

At this time, a voice broke out in the crowd, "I know him! He is the son-in-law of the Chu family. He is very famous in our Huacheng. Why did he come here?"

"Yes? Why is he famous? Why haven't I heard of this person?"

"A famous waste, hahaha, you are not from our side, you don't know that he is a famous person in our place, and many people know him."

"Haha, after hearing what you said, I remember, his wife is very beautiful, right? She is indeed quite famous. I heard that she has no ability at all and has been hiding in the Chu family for a soft meal. Such a person really loses the face of our men!"

"That's not true. It's better to die than to do this as a man."

"By the way, wasn't he staying in the Chu family? Why did he run out?"

Someone recognized Lin Ziming, and for a moment, all kinds of sarcastic voices emerged one after another.

"Son-in-law at home?" The tomboy Mr. Guo was a little surprised. He looked at Lin Ziming with even more contempt. She hated men who were unprofitable the most in her life. A man who was willing to interfere in the family, what else could he be if he was not a waste?

Lin Ziming had no feeling about this. It was not that he had no dignity, but that he had become accustomed to it. People in the world had too many misunderstandings about him, so he disdained to explain it.

When the antique shop owner heard everyone's comments, he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was just a son-in-law, and it was not afraid of him.

"It turns out that I'm just a fool. Go away wherever you are cool. Don't bother me to do business!" said the antique shop owner.

Immediately, two tall clerks were going to come and drive Lin Ziming out.

The antique shop owner said to the tomboy: "Mr. Guo, this person is a lunatic. Don't pay attention to him. Now you swipe the card and I will help you pack it for yourself to ensure that your father-in-law will like this calligraphy."

The tomboy took back the bank card, and she now saw some clues. It was obvious that the antique shop owner was a little anxious. Although she couldn't tell the authenticity of the calligraphy, she could still tell the difference in the antique shop owner's expression.

"Don't worry, you might as well listen to what he said." The tomboy said to Lin Ziming: "What's your basis? It's a fake?"

The antique shop owner's face changed slightly and became gloomy. When he looked at the middle-aged man, he saw the haze in the other person's eyes, which had already made Lin Ziming hate him.

"Okay, if you say I'm a fake, then you're talking about where the fake is. If you can't tell me, then you're slandering me. Don't blame me for being rude to you!" The antique shop owner sneered twice, full of threats.

Lin Ziming smiled softly. Facing the eyes of so many people, he was not at all afraid and was full of confidence. His calm look made the tomboy confused. Is this temperament really a waste son-in-law mentioned by everyone? It doesn't look like it.

"Can you show Yongzheng's calligraphy?" Lin Ziming said with a smile to the tomboy.

The tomboy thought about it, nodded, and handed the Yongzheng calligraphy in his hand to Lin Ziming.

"Thanks."

Lin Ziming put Yongzheng's calligraphy on the table and unfolded it again. He saw that the material of the calligraphy was already very old, with yellow paper, thick silk, and dry brush and ink. It seemed that it was very old.

Judging from the material, there are no flaws.

Moreover, calligraphy is also a font of Yongzheng. If you are not a very good person, it will be difficult to distinguish.

Even ordinary calligraphy enthusiasts find it difficult to see it as a fake. It can be seen that the person who can copy it is a master.

Unfortunately, he met an expert like Lin Ziming. He was forced by his father to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. In addition, he was extremely talented and had a deep study of calligraphy, and ordinary experts could not compare to him.

"Boss, I want to ask, how many years has Emperor Yongzheng been here?" Lin Ziming asked with a smile.

The antique shop owner snorted and said, "It's indeed a waste. You haven't even known Yongzheng for many years. Do you still dare to say that this is a fake?"

Lin Ziming was not angry, he still smiled, "If you don't answer my question directly, it seems you don't know either."

The antique shop owner looked ugly and was told by Lin Ziming that he really didn't know the time of Yongzheng.

The middle-aged man just said, "Emperor Yongzheng reigned from 1722 to 1735, and it is nearly three hundred years since now."

Lin Ziming's smile remained unchanged, "In other words, this calligraphy has at least three hundred years of history?"

"So that's what it means."

"You are lying!" Lin Ziming suddenly said loudly, which scared many people.

The antique shop owner said gloomyly: "Why am I lying? If you can't explain it clearly, don't think you can leave standing upright today!"

Lin Ziming's lips raised slightly, and a disdainful smile appeared. "As we all know, in addition to the calligraphy of his own, the paper material, scrolls, and the dry and delicate degree of the brush and ink are also important basis for judgment. The next few points are difficult to fake, and it is also the most important thing to identify the authenticity of calligraphy."

After hearing this, the tomboy nodded secretly. She now had a wonderful premonition. Perhaps, the man in front of her was not talking nonsense.

"That's true," she said.

Lin Ziming continued: "Everyone knows that Emperor Yongzheng has been here for three hundred years. His calligraphy has been maintained until now. No matter how well it is preserved, it must be very old. But the calligraphy in front of him still looks very new."

The middle-aged man said coldly: "You just use this to assert that this calligraphy is a fake? I think you are just a layman!"

"Sensational."

"Don't worry, I'm not finished speaking yet." Lin Ziming said with a smile: "Any famous calligraphy that can be preserved for a long time must be good ink, but even the best ink will be grains and stripes, and the calligraphy in front of you has no grains and stripes at all, which is very abnormal. This is one of them."

“The second…”

Lin Ziming said it in a casual manner, and all the words were spoken by extremely professional nouns and terms. The audience around him understood more or less, and probably could understand it. Especially Mr. Guo, the tomboy, she could hear her eyes constantly shining. She had already confirmed that the calligraphy in front of her was a fake.

"To sum up, so I assert that this so-called Yongzheng calligraphy must be a fake!" Lin Ziming finally said loudly, "And your behavior constitutes a crime and a fraud! The amount involves four million, and you will not be able to get out if you don't sit for ten or eight years."

Suddenly, the antique shop owner turned pale.
Chapter completed!