"The real Song Huizong's thin gold calligraphy copybook!"
This post is very recognizable!
Because this copybook is almost exactly the same as the previously seen fake one.
However, the calligraphy in this copybook is more beautiful, more elegant, more graceful, and more agile.
At a glance, you can tell whether it is authentic or not.
"I didn't expect that the real copybooks were hidden among the fake ones, concealed for hundreds of years!"
"It's amazing, I admire the wisdom of the ancients!"
"So, this copybook is very valuable?"
"Of course, it's the real calligraphy by Emperor Song Huizong, how valuable do you think it is?"
Everyone was shocked and excited.
But two people were dumbfounded!
They were the original owners of this copybook.
"There really is a painting within a painting!"
"And it's a real masterpiece!"
Elder Sun examined it for a while and said with a trembling voice: "This is the genuine work, this is definitely authentic! Only the real Emperor Song Huizong could write a script that is so agile, swift, thin, and graceful!"
"Furthermore, this calligraphy is very mature, definitely written in his later years!
Additionally, this copybook has been kept in such excellent condition, untouched by wind, frost, snow, or rain, as if it were just written. This increases its value even more!"
"The value of this copybook is immeasurable!"
Fatty Wang said in a trembling voice, "Old Sun, you say its value is immeasurable... But any calligraphy and painting should have a price, right? How much do you estimate this copybook is worth?"
"You're an industry insider, you can estimate the price!"
Fatty Wang raised a trembling finger: "One hundred million!"
"One hundred million?" Old Sun shook his head and said, "That's too low! A thin gold copybook by Song Huizong was previously sold at the Subi auction house for an astronomical price of 250 million!"
"I saw that copybook. It belonged to Song Huizong's early works, and the calligraphic power was not as mature! And the copybook was damaged, so the price dropped a little! Yet it still sold for the sky-high price of 250 million!"
"And our copybook is a work from Emperor Song Huizong's later years, with very mature and self-contained calligraphic power! Moreover, our copybook is larger than his, and it's still in such excellent condition. How much do you think it's worth?"
Fatty Wang's legs went weak, and he fell down with a thud.
Angkor also felt dizzy, as if he might fall down at any moment.
The previous Song Huizong copybook sold for 250 million!
Then their copy, being more complete and a later work by the Emperor, must be even more valuable?
They had sold a copybook worth over 200 million for a mere 3 million?
The more they thought about it, the worse they felt!
Their faces turned pale.
But at this time, no one noticed these two.
All eyes were on this copybook.
"I really love this copybook! Every word is art, and every stroke is so perfect and natural! Only Emperor Song Huizong could write such a beautiful thin gold script!" Old Sun praised it.
Then he raised his head expectantly: "Young man, I really like this copybook! Will you sell it to me? I'll pay 250 million!"
Fatty Wang, who had just stood up, fell down again with a plop.
Lin Beifan shook his head.
Old Sun frowned: "250 million is indeed a bit low, I totally undervalued this copybook! Let's go, I'll pay 300 million, I hope you'll do this old man a favor!"
Fatty Wang, who had just stood up again, slipped and fell once more.
Lin Beifan still shook his head.
Old Sun offered again: "Then I will pay 320 million, okay?"
Fatty Wang's legs went weak again.
He could only place both hands on the table to maintain his balance.
"Young man, you can directly name your price. How much would you be willing to sell me this calligraphy for? As long as the price isn't excessive, I can consider it!" Old Sun said eagerly.
Fatty Wang's hands also went weak, and he fell down again.
And Angkor was numb!
His heart numb, his body numb!
He had actually given away a calligraphy worth 350 million?
To Old Sun's expectant look, Lin Beifan shook his head: "Old Sun, it's not about money! But I like this copybook very much, I don't plan to sell it, I want to collect it myself!"
If he were just starting his career, he might have sold the copybook for the hundreds of millions offered.
However, he was no longer short on money.
That way, he didn't need to give the good stuff away.
Keeping this calligraphy in his possession allowed him to also present himself as a cultured person!
Old Sun asked again: "Are you really not selling?"
Lin Beifan shook his head: "Not for sale!"
Old Sun was very disappointed: "Okay, a gentleman doesn't impose, but I hope you'll let me appreciate it for a while!"
"Of course!"
Then, Lin Beifan turned and excitedly hugged the numb Angkor.
"Brother Wu, thank you for helping me choose such a valuable copybook!"
"I didn't even think that I only spent 3 million to buy back the original, authentic Song Huizong's thin gold calligraphy, worth over 300 million! Haha!"
"I never thought I could make so much money in one fell swoop!"
"Hundreds of times the return, I've never made so much money playing the stock market in one day!"
"Brother, you are the best!"
"You are my lucky star, you are my god of wealth!"
"When you go back, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Angkor's mouth twitched, his heart twitched.
Every word was like rubbing salt in the wound!
It hurt! So painful!
On the other side, Fatty Wang also pounded his chest vigorously.
"Three hundred million...just lost like that?"
Heartache, he could barely breathe!
Facing the excited Lin Beifan, Angkor finally forced a smile: "Mr. Lin, you're welcome, this is what I should do! You made money, and I'm happy too, right?"
Lin Beifan laughed: "That's right! I've made money, and I will never treat you badly! Brother Wu, why don't you laugh at such a happy moment? Just laugh!"
Angkor grinned: "Ha ha."
"Why does it sound like a cry?"
On the other side, Fatty Wang, heartbroken by the scene, burst into tears.
After everyone laughed, Lin Beifan leaned on Angkor's shoulders intimately: "Brother Wu, it's your turn next! Pick me another big, valuable one, and I'll give you a huge red envelope!"
"Okay, Mr. Lin! But I'm a little anxious, I'm going to the restroom!" Angkor felt he had to go wash his face and calm down.
Lin Beifan waved: "Go ahead, come back soon!"
"I have a restroom here, I'll take him there!" Fatty Wang followed, tears streaming down his chest.