After the steel egg left, Wang Baoyu wanted to open the calligraphy and painting left by Yang Hongjun several times, but he couldn't help it, for fear that he would be in a bad mood because of it. When it was finally time to get off work, Wang Baoyu carefully put these calligraphy and paintings into the car and took them home.

Wang Baoyu struggled to carry a large bundle of calligraphy and paintings into the house, and Li Keren immediately asked with interest: "Child, where did you get so many calligraphy and paintings?" ”

"Yang Hongjun passed away, these are all things he had to leave to me, and someone happened to send them today." Wang Baoyu said.

"Haha, the old man is really good to you, and the art also has economic value." Li Keren laughed, and didn't seem to feel a trace of sadness because of Yang Hongjun's departure.

"It's just that I don't understand why he didn't leave these things for his nephew and gave them to me instead." Wang Baoyu said.

"The house passbook or something must have been given to him, I seem to have heard the old man say, his nephew is not a relative." Li Keren said casually.

"But since I was a child, I grew up, and there is no difference between me and my relatives, and Yang is also very filial." Wang Baoyu was dissatisfied with Li Keren's statement, emphasizing that there was no difference between people's nephews and relatives.

Li Keren didn't answer Wang Baoyu's words, but turned to the pile of calligraphy and paintings, and opened them one by one to see that they were all works of Yang Hongjun during his lifetime, and they were all high-quality works. ”

"Hehe, the eldest sister also has a time of modesty? It's rare! Wang Baoyu smiled evilly.

"Humph! You know, my eyes are not ordinary, and I know how good or bad a work is. Li Keren snorted.

After speaking, Li Keren picked up a piece of calligraphy by Yang Hongjun and pointed out: "This work belongs to the short time to complete, and unlike other works, it has an ethereal taste, probably left by the old man when he left!" ”

Wang Baoyu came over to take a look, only to see that the work was written in regular letters, there were no edges and corners on the words, the glyphs were round and natural, and the content of the work was taken from the poem of "Dream of Red Mansions": "The Burrow is empty, and the wat is full of beds; withered grass and withered poplars, once a singing and dancing field; …… Coax you to sing and stop me from appearing, and I think that another country is my hometown. It's ridiculous, and in the end it's all about making wedding garments for others. ”

After reading the poems, Wang Baoyu felt relieved for a while, it seems that Yang Hongjun had seen through the world before leaving, he waved his sleeves and walked away in a chic manner, leaving no clouds.

Li Keren has no interest in the above poems, all she can see, in addition to calligraphy or calligraphy, Li Keren sighed enviously: "Children, these are not only calligraphy, but also money." Yang Hongjun is so famous, and the inscriptions of calligraphers at the same level as him are basically 10,000 words. ”

"It's so expensive, it's worth a lot of money at half price!" Wang Baoyu looked at these relics with some distraction.

"It's really not nutritious to talk, why should you discount it? The old man didn't give it away much when he was alive, but now that he is dead, these have become masterpieces, and there are not many surviving quantities, and the price can only get higher and higher. Li Keren disdainfully overturned Wang Baoyu's discount.

Wang Baoyu's heart is warm, presumably the old man also knows these simple calculation problems, and his preference for himself so much makes Wang Baoyu feel even more guilty. I have heard Li Keren say before that artists hope that their works can stay in the world for a long time, why did the old man Yang Hongjun give himself this inheritance task?

Li Keren was full of energy, reluctant to look at this, taste that, and see that in the end, only two calligraphy in the paper tube were left.

"Eldest sister, if you're hungry, let's eat first!" Wang Baoyu frowned.

"I'll eat after reading these two paintings, and I'll already be done." Li Kedao, as he spoke, opened a paper tube and pulled out a yellowed piece of paper inside, which looked like a painting.

Li Keren carefully unfolded the painting, which is an ancient picture of a maid, and the lines are vivid and lifelike. The clothes are all robes and mopping the floor, and the women are very plump, which reminds people of the Tang Dynasty, under the influence of Yang Guifei, women all regard fat as beauty.

Li Keren smiled when he saw it, and couldn't help but say, "It's really good." But looking at it, Li Keren's eyes straightened, and the expression on his face became more and more strange, and in the end, his open mouth couldn't be closed, and he looked demented.

"Big sister! Eldest sister! Wang Baoyu shouted softly, he didn't understand in his heart, isn't it just a painting! The above few women with exposed ditches are well drawn, as for all of them looking stupid?

It took Li Keren a long time to come back to his senses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked at them again, and finally spoke: "I'm not wrong!" This seems to be the real thing! ”

"What is the real thing that is fake? Isn't it just a painting, the old ones don't pull a few, as if they will break when you touch them. Wang Baoyu asked inexplicably.

"Kid, you're an art idiot! This is a picture of a lady by Yan Liben, a master painter of the Tang Dynasty! Li Keren said excitedly.

He hadn't drunk with Yan Liben, so Wang Baoyu wasn't particularly familiar with him, but since it was from the Tang Dynasty, well, it should be an antique, Wang Baoyu immediately asked, "It should be worth a lot of money, right?" ”

"How do you only see money, cheesy! You know that there are very few of his authentic works in the world, and how many artists have never had the opportunity to find his authentic works in their lifetime. I couldn't believe my eyes! Li Keren's joy was beyond words.

"If the eldest sister likes it, when the younger brother has the money, I will buy you a few, one in the living room, one in the bedroom, and another in the bathroom." Wang Baoyu said nonsense.

"Alas! You really don't understand, do you know how much this painting can be worth in the market? Li Keren asked.

"A million?" Wang Baoyu carefully stretched out a finger, feeling that what he said was already very high.

Li Keren grinned disdainfully and stretched out five fingers like green onions.

"Five million?" Wang Baoyu stiffened his face, for fear of laughing wildly.

Smack, Li Keren slapped Wang Baoyu on the head, "Fool, add two more zeros to the back!" ”

"What? Million? Wang Baoyu's eyes were about to pop out.

"Stupid, you pull down! Does it count? It's 500 million! ”

"It's really fake, big sister, you're not fooling me, are you?" Wang Baoyu wiped his saliva and asked eagerly.

"Yan Liben's authentic handiwork, if it is taken out for auction, the reserve price will be no less than 500 million, how high it can be auctioned, it depends on the collector's sale. This is a collection of national treasures, do you think Old Man Yang can be so lucky? But it's hard to say, anything could have happened in those days. Li Keren said seriously.

This time it was Wang Baoyu's turn to be stupid, his body was stiff, his eyes were straight, and he didn't realize that his saliva was flowing out, and it took a long time for Wang Baoyu to come to his senses, hold down his beating heart, and say with some orgasmic satisfaction and exhaustion: "Sister, you can always surprise me, this is just too!" ”