"Oh my God, it turned into another painting. Look, it's so amazing..."

Passers-by around them all pointed and looked at Zhang Wenguo spreading the Chinese painting in his hand, pouring it into Jiang Hao, like splashing ink, magically transforming into another painting.

Lin Wenshan and Wang Bao and other collectors all showed shock, unable to believe their eyes. The changes in this painting were so magical, it was simply incredible.

"What is this? How could this painting have such a magical effect when it encounters water?" Zhang Wenguo couldn't believe it and asked Jiang Hao in shock.

"Rare, I've never seen anything like this before..."

Lin Wenshan next to him was the same, staring at another landscape painting that had turned into a splash of ink. He saw the signature handwriting. He widened his eyes, was excited, and pointed at his big hands: "This, is this Huang Binhong's collection of landscapes in China?"

"What? Huang Binhong's landscape collection of Chinese provinces is impossible, right?"

"Although there were rumors before that Huang Binhong had painted a collection of landscapes in China, he had never been seen by the world. How could this legendary thing appear..." A Chinese painting collector was shocked and shook his head and shouted in disbelief.

"Not necessarily, look at the landscape in this painting, Huang Binhong's thick black and white ink painting scheme. This painting style and tough brushwork are from the peak of Huang Lao's paintings.

There is also the signature "Binhong Huangqi", which is undoubtedly the original work of Huang Lao." An old Chinese painting collector rushed over and looked at the painting carefully, and was very excited.

"That's right, this is undoubtedly Huang Binhong's handwriting. I really didn't expect that the legendary collection of landscapes in China actually existed, and it was a blessing to witness it appearing..." The many collectors present were all excited, wishing to snatch the painting away from Zhang Wenguo.

"So, is this true?"

Zhang Wenguo was excited, and his hands were trembling with the painting. Ye Aiqin didn't know how to draw, but seeing so many people reacted, he knew that the painting must be very valuable.

This is obviously just a copy of the eight major landscape paintings of the Republic of China, but it has transformed into a collection of landscape paintings of the Chinese painting master Huang Binhong.

Especially Wang Bao, the owner of Huabao Pavilion, patted his fat face before he came to his senses. He looked at the painting and was very excited.

But when he thought that such a priceless painting was so for nothing, Wang Bao regretted beating his chest and immediately rushed over: "This painting is mine, I didn't say I want to give it to you..."

"Hey, hey, Fatty Wang is wrong. Everyone just heard that you forced it to others. Now it's too late to regret it." A collector couldn't see it and stopped Wang Bao.

"Fatty Wang, this time I can only blame you for being misleading." Other collectors around criticized Wang Bao.

Everyone understands people and knows what's going on. They all know very well about Wang Bao's trust in the Antique City and some of the collectors who have done business with him.

"That's right, you gave this painting to us, and you can't give it back to you." Zhang Wenguo was excited and hurriedly put away the painting.

Now Wang Bao regrets and wails, and is proved by everyone, so he can only take back the greedy pig hand.

This painting is the original work of Huang Binhong, a master of Chinese painting, and is also a collection of landscapes in China. It is naturally not to mention the degree of preciousness and value.

"Children, how did you discover the mystery in this painting?" An old collector asked Jiang Hao curiously.

They have never seen such a magical scene in Chinese painting, which is unprecedented and unseen.

"This should be the cooked rice paper from Zhejiang Longyou!" Yi Lin Wenshan frowned and suddenly thought of something.

"Longyou cooks rice paper? Isn't it the rice paper that only exists now?"

"Yes, and their rice paper has not achieved such a magical effect now, right?" Passersby suddenly questioned.

Jiang Hao smiled and said, "This rice paper manufacturing technology was once lost in the Republic of China."

Lin Wenshan nodded and said, "Yes, I have seen a record of this kind of dragon-swimming rice paper in ancient sites. This kind of rice paper is very difficult to control the ink splashing technique. The reason why it is called a dragon is that the pen and ink on the rice paper is as varied as a dragon and difficult to control, and the requirements for painters are extremely good. dm

In his later years, Mr. Huang Binhong was unable to see clearly due to his eye disease. Therefore, his works in his later years can be said to have reached a peak in their ink-splashing skills. Even ordinary people cannot understand the mystery of his late paintings, but they give people a magical and mysterious feeling."

"Indeed, the works of Huang Lao in his later years are not something that ordinary people can understand, but why did this Dragon Rice Paper change into another painting when encountering water?" An old collector looked at the painting in Zhang Wenguo's hand and it was really difficult to understand it.

Lin Wenshan looked at Jiang Hao, nodded before continuing to smile: "This Dragon Rice Paper is magical in this place. This paper manufacturing process is extremely complicated, and there are secrets hidden in it.

For example, after you draw a painting first and use water, you will be able to recover from another state, and then you can make a second painting. If you want to see the first painting, you have to use water to pass it again, and the first painting will magically appear."

"Oh my God, there is such a magical rice paper..." Everyone around exclaimed in wonder.

Lin Wenshan nodded and smiled: "But this Youlong Rice Paper lost its manufacturing technology due to war and the rice paper manufacturing technology has not yet been able to recover this art.

But I really didn't expect that Xiao Jiang, you can actually see the mystery in this painting. It's really amazing, which makes us collectors ashamed."

"Haha, Xiao Jiang is so good. I've given me a face this time." Zhang Wenguo was excited and patted Jiang Hao's shoulder and was very excited.

Jiang Hao shook his head and smiled, "I'm also trying my luck. I found something wrong with the drawing paper. The blind cat just ran into a dead mouse."

"This is not luck, it is because you have good observation skills and promising." Lin Wen smiled and admired his friend, his son-in-law.

"Oh, this trash is just lucky. What can he do?"

Ye Aiqin, Bai Jianghao glanced at him and didn't believe that this waste was capable. He asked Lin Wenshan: "Wenshan, how much is this painting worth?"

Lin Wenshan smiled, and the collectors around him smiled, saying, "Priceless!"

"Priceless, what does it mean?" Ye Aiqin was puzzled.

"Oh, it's just priceless. Let's go back to Wenshan first and study this painting..."

Zhang Wenguo put away the painting, pulled Ye Aiqin, called Lin Wenshan to go back quickly, and immediately said to Jiang Hao: "Let's go to Xiaojiang and go home together."

"No need, dad, I have to go back to the clinic. You guys can go back." Jiang Hao shook his head and wanted to go back to the clinic.

"Okay, you go home early in the afternoon, we'll leave first..." Zhang Wenguo was excited, looking at the people around him, afraid that the painting in his arms would be snatched away by them.

"Well, go back and be careful."

Looking at Wang Bao, the boss of Huabao Pavilion, with his resentful eyes, Jiang Hao reminded Zhang Wenguo, Lin Wenshan and the others and said with a smile.

"knew."

Zhang Wenguo nodded and hugged Hua and left quickly.

Lin Wenshan smiled and nodded at Jiang Hao, and then followed Ye Aiqin. The three of them returned to the car outside and drove back quickly.

In the public courtyard, it was so tempting to find Huang Binhong's collection of landscapes in China. He was afraid that someone would make a fool of himself.

Jiang Hao also rode an electric bike. At the warm invitation of everyone's collectors, he struggled to come out of the Antiques City and went back directly to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Street.

He no longer cared about the subsequent events, so he should go back to the clinic to sell herbal tea and treat the doctor.

"Heizi, investigate the country address of Ye Jiazhangwen immediately. Well, be sure to keep an eye on him. That painting is priceless. If we can get it back, we will get rich..." In the Huabao Pavilion, Wang Bao held his mobile phone in the backyard and gave him serious advice.

Regarding the collection of Huang Binhong's landscapes in China, Wang Bao knew its precious value, and he could not give Zhang Wenguo and others so cheaply.
Chapter completed!