Although she was still a little surprised, Liu Liang had some feelings in her heart. If she did, she still wanted to buy it back and hang herself for a few years. If she wanted to donate in the future, she would not lose.
"Yes," said the teahouse shopkeeper with a smile.
"Don't tell me, it's true. These people come for Gu Kaizhi's paintings."
"I want it too."
Liu Liang is fascinated by Gu Kaizhi's paintings. She has received so many paintings, but she treats Gu Kaizhi with eyes. If she has nothing to do, she likes to take it out, touch it, and then appreciate it.
But in the end, she was willing to donate the painting to her, but she still didn't receive a penny, because it was worth it, and because she wanted more people to see the painting. Maybe they would like, surprise and move like her.
But what if she still wants one?
"Everyone wants it."
The shopkeeper of the teahouse is telling the truth. Who doesn't want it? It's a priceless painting.
"Where is that picture?"
Liu Liang guessed whether the painting was in any shop. Will it be put out after midnight? Will it be a competitive price, auction or hard robbery?
She dares to say that if she robs hard, no one can rob her, and if she wants to rob, others can't find it all their life, but some are immoral.
"At the National Museum!"
The owner of the teahouse sighed, as if he had such a pity.
Liu Liang "..."
In the National Museum, there is only one authentic work of Gu Kaizhi, which is hers. She donated it, so she can't come back. She can't do such a shameful thing.
"Ha ha..."
The teahouse shopkeeper smiled again. "You may not know that Gu Kaizhi's painting was bought from our dark street. The painting has been kept in the dark street for several years. No one has paid attention to it. How can it look like a fake painting? Who can buy it at a high price?"
"I didn't expect that this fake painting could not be fake, but it was an authentic work. Finally, the man donated it."
"So, that's it," he spread his hand. "You see, there are so many people in the dark street because of Gu Kaizhi's painting, that is, I don't know what the eye power of the person who got the painting is, and how can I distinguish the authenticity of the painting?"
"Why did so many experts not recognize him, but he bought it?"
"Maybe it's luck."
Liu Liang picked up the cup and filled her mouth with a large glass of water. Well, yes, it's luck. It's definitely luck.
"Good luck."
Zeng Xubai followed her words and the smile in her eyes was very warm, but Liu Liang felt that her face was so hot.
Alas, she feels like she's about to lose her horse.
"Maybe."
The shopkeeper of the teahouse also thinks so. Maybe he has more luck. Otherwise, those who are good at this can't compare with a person whose name has not changed?
"Lucky Doctor Liu."
Zeng Xubai poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Liu Liang.
"Well," Liu Liang drank tea obediently. Anyway, what she said now was what she said. In order not to lose her horse, she pretended to be deep.
"Do well this time."
Zeng's narration was almost encouraged by touching her head.
Liu Liang clenched her fist. I will do well and strive to get more antiques, because I won't have a chance in the future.
Fortunately, Zeng didn't ask the reason why Liu Liang picked out the painting from the beginning to the end. He thought she was lucky. Just like those emeralds, some people are more talented in one aspect
Liu Liang's talent in medicine is better than ordinary people, and she wants to be the same in gambling.
He thinks so, as long as she is Liu Liang.
"I'll go shopping," Liu Liang stood up and went to those small stalls. Just drinking tea seemed monotonous and boring.
After a while, she came back with a pile of things. When she came back, she found that there were acquaintances, Ling Shiyang sitting in a wheelchair and Xu Jiajia who wrapped her bag like a mummy.
Liu Liang walked past them. Obviously, she could feel the eyes they put on her. She wanted to tear her apart, but there was no way to take her.
How can this feeling be so pleasant.
She put all the things she bought on the table. They just drank a cup of tea. Occasionally, they would go outside to buy some small things. Most of the time, they just sat here and seemed to taste the existence of a period of history. In such an antique place, they would really forget their age and time.
She didn't want to be beaten and smiled at others. Sure enough, she also found that the two people's breath was heavy.
How much do you hate her?
She just smiled. She was so popular that she was half dead. She didn't hurt others. She was so unlucky. Sure enough, she was still too young.
If you change to old man Ling, it will be a different result.
The hair is not long. I still want to find her.
Did she live two lives in vain?
She has been calculated for the last life. If she is passive in this life, she will live in vain.
Zeng Xubai reached out and stuffed a snack into her mouth.
"Eat more and be less angry."
"I'm not angry."
Liu Liang bit the snack hard. She was angry with others, and it was unhealthy to be angry. She was a doctor. She was very careful. She wanted to live well, so she must be less angry.
We'll buy some things later and go back to the inn. The air here is polluted. I don't like it.
"Still say not angry?"
Zeng confessed that she still hated here because she hated the two people. Even if the two people didn't say or do anything, Liu Liang would be uncomfortable as long as they were there.
"Since you don't like it, don't see it."
"Let's go."
Zeng Xubai stood up and packed the snacks on the table.
This is the fine tradition of their family, that is, never waste food. Even Dabao and Xiaobao are the same. No matter at home or outside, they are the same on their table, and there will be no waste.
When the shopkeeper of the teahouse saw their empty table and the hidden light in his eyes, he couldn't help admiring more.
Good upbringing can be seen from the details.
These two people are really comfortable.
With a clang, Xu Jiajia smashed the cup in her hand on the ground, which also made the teahouse shopkeeper sink his face.
After hearing the sound, Liu Liang looked back and saw the fragmented cup on the ground, Xu Jiajia, who was still tightly wrapped and couldn't see his face, and Ling Shiyang, who was obviously stunned sitting in the wheel chair.