The results given by Lingbao Eye made Chu Chen very excited. There was indeed another work hidden in this painting, but what was different from what he thought was that the other work was not like before. It is a painting within a painting, but is hidden within the scroll of this painting. There was a work on silk in the scroll, but because the work was rolled up and Song Lei was looking at him next to him, Chu Chen didn't look at it much. He just looked at the work in front of him without changing his expression or heart. I've finished reading "Linting Jiaqu Tu". "Mr. Chu, are you satisfied with this painting?" Song Lei asked eagerly when he saw Chu Chen finishing the painting. Chu Chen nodded and said: "The painting is not bad, but like the previous one, it is also a copy of the Qing Dynasty. The authentic one is also in the museum on Baodao, and this painting is not as good as the previous one. It must be It's not worth 12,000." Hearing what Chu Chen said, Song Lei couldn't help but twitch, but for him, it was enough if he could sell it, so he asked: "Master Chu. "How much are you going to pay for this work?" "Up to eight thousand!" Chu Chen made a gesture. When Song Lei heard Chu Chen's quotation, he said with a sad face: "Eight thousand! It's too little. When I bought it, I spent 380,000. You can go higher!" Chu Chen shook his head. Said: "An imitation is an imitation. Even if you spent 3.8 million to buy it, the price will still be whatever it is." "A little higher! Even if it is cheaper than the previous one, the price of 4,000 yuan is too much. Yes." Song Lei said with a sad face. Chu Chen thought for a while and said, "How about this, wait until I read all the things below and then discuss the price?" "Okay!" For Song Lei, as long as he can sell a little more, that's fine. He didn't have any objection to Chu Chen's other requests. The other piece is a calligraphy work by He Shaoji, a seven-character quatrain written in running script. He Shaoji, whose courtesy name was Zizhen and whose name was Dongzhou. His late name was Jisou, and he was not named Dongzhou layman. He was from Daozhou in southern Hunan. Jinshi in the 16th year of Daoguang reign. He has attainments in classics, poetry, poetry, epigraphy, history and geography. He is one of the most influential calligraphers in the late Qing Dynasty. The brushstrokes in this work are bold and graceful, and sometimes the brush trembles. Mellow and flavorful, it should be the work of He Shaoji in his middle age. Judging from the seal and other aspects, it should be undoubtedly the original work of He Shaoji. Putting away the magnifying glass in his hand, Chu Chen looked at Song Lei's hopeful eyes, smiled slightly and said: "This is an authentic work. However, although He Shaoji is influential, it is not too big, and this calligraphy is only a seven-character poem. Quatrain, the value is not very high, so if you want, I will take these two things for 30,000. "Mr. Chu, 30,000 is too little. Please give me a little more, 40,000." These two things are yours!" Song Lei originally wanted to pay 50,000, but he was afraid of self-defeating, so he only dared to pay 40,000. Chu Chen directly refused: "I said thirty thousand is already a lot. If you think it is too low, you can take these two items to an antique store and ask to see who pays the higher price." "Master Chu, I know you I'm an expert, but you see I've become like this, so you can give me more! If I still have some porcelain, you can choose from it." How could Song Lei not know what Chu Chen said? He also asked the price for each painting and calligraphy work, and the highest price he paid was only twenty-five thousand yuan. However, it¡¯s not easy to find someone who takes advantage of you. If you don¡¯t take the opportunity to ask for more, you would be a fool. Song Lei¡¯s appearance matched his family¡¯s bare-walled house. Although it does look a bit pitiful, he is responsible for this. If it were not his own problem, he would not be like this. Moreover, this person is also addicted to drugs. Even if he is given a few million, it will still cost him a lot of money. It won't be long before he will be defeated. For such a character, if Chu Chen didn't know the truth, he might still sympathize. Now it's not bad if he doesn't hate him. It's definitely impossible for him to sympathize with him. Originally, Chu Chen had no interest in Song Lei's unsold porcelain, but after the unexpected discovery just now, he changed his mind, so he nodded and said: "Okay, it doesn't hurt to take a look. "Mr. Chu, please come with me to the balcony to take a look. You have good eyesight, and you might be able to find the dusty orb!" With that said, Song Lei nodded and led Chu Chen to the balcony. Chu Chen walked as he walked. He shook his head secretly. It could be seen from Song Lei's attitude that if he really had something good, how could he just leave it on the balcony? Therefore, Chu Chen no longer has any illusions about those porcelains. Sure enough, when Chu Chen walked to the balcony and saw the bottles and jars, he was immediately speechless. The porcelain in front of him was basically fake at first glance.To describe it, it's terrible. Even the things sold by hawkers are better than these, so it's no wonder no one buys them. And most of these porcelains were bought by Song Lei to deceive others. Combined with his current situation, Chu Chen immediately thought of one word, retribution. With so much rubbish, Chu Chen was not in the mood to check them one by one, so he directly used Baojue. If there were any good things, he would check them carefully. If there were no good things, he would just give up. But what could be found in these miserable porcelains? The possibility of something good, he felt, should be infinitely close to zero. The porcelain on the balcony was excluded one by one by Bao Jue. The fact was just as Chu Chen thought. There was not a single good thing among these porcelain. However, what he couldn't believe was that there was an iron rod-like figure next to a vase. The thing actually passed Bao Jue's screening. Chu Chen suppressed his surprise in his heart, and after pretending to look through a few things, he came to the iron rod. Only then did he see that it was not an iron rod at all, but an iron rod. Sword, but this iron sword has become rusty and looks like an iron rod from a distance. The rusty iron sword passed Bao Jue's screening. No matter how stupid Chu Chen was, he knew there must be something else going on, so he immediately used his Lingbao Eye on the iron sword. In the blink of an eye, , the projection of the iron sword in front of him appeared in his mind. Chu Chen's consciousness slowly penetrated the rust. What surprised him was that there was actually a very small dagger wrapped in something hidden in this iron sword. This dagger looked like a cold light. , the body is covered with lines, the lines are twists and turns, uneven, it looks like Chu Chen thought of that name and almost exclaimed, but fortunately when the words came to his lips, he suddenly thought of Song Lei He was by his side, and what made him somewhat fortunate was that his back was facing Song Lei at this time. Otherwise, Song Lei would have seen his shocked face clearly. It would be unclear whether he could get the sword as he wished. That¡¯s for sure. Chu Chen picked up the iron sword and looked at it for a while, then stood up, shook his head at Song Lei and said: "Mr. Song, apart from this sword, I really don't like other porcelain. !¡± ¡°Sword?¡± When Song Lei heard what Chu Chen said, he was a little confused at first, but after a while, he realized that Chu Chen should be talking about something like an iron rod. Speaking of which, this thing was once given to him by a hawker after he bought several new pieces of imitation porcelain at once. After getting this thing back, he kept throwing it into a corner of his home. During this move, he originally planned to throw it away, but he forgot to mention it at the time, so the employees of the moving company transported it together. He originally thought that this thing could only be sold as scrap metal. He really didn't expect that Chu Chen would take a fancy to it, and it was so rusty. Even if he didn't know anything about swords, he knew that it wouldn't be a treasure. Knowing why Chu Chen fell in love with it, of course, he would not care about it. He said to Chu Chen with a smile on his face: "Young Master Chu, you have such good eyesight. This sword of mine is a good thing. I did the same back then." I spent a lot of money to buy it. It¡¯s not like no one liked it before, but the price they offered was too low, so I never sold it. But now that Mr. Chu has taken a fancy to it, I'll sell it to you for the price I paid for it." Chu Chen looked at Song Lei talking nonsense with a half-smile, and then asked with a smile: "Mr. Song, let me ask, do you know this sword? What period is it from?" Song Lei was slightly startled when he heard this, and then quickly said: "TangTang Dynasty, this sword is from the Tang Dynasty!" When Chu Chen heard what he said, he laughed and said: "Song Dynasty. Sir, I advise you to do some research in this area. This sword can't even reach the Yuan Dynasty, let alone the Tang Dynasty." Song Lei was also thick-skinned. Hearing this, he clapped his hands and said: "Ah, I said. Why did the bidders in the past always set their prices so low? It turns out that this is what happened. What a profiteer!" Looking at Song Lei's performance, Chu Chen couldn't help but smile to himself. This man really has some talent for making antiques. If he hadn't taken drugs and was in the antiques business, he would probably be living a pretty good life now. "Okay, okay!" Then he waved his hand and said: "I don't care if you are a profiteer or not. If my old man didn't like ancient swords, I wouldn't buy it. But with the rust like this, the most I can do is give it to you. "You three hundred yuan!" If Song Lei was in the antique business and this iron sword could be sold for three hundred yuan, he would be very happy, but he is a drug addict, and three hundred yuan can only be enough for him to smoke a few times. Of course he would not be satisfied with this, so he kept begging Chu Chen for more. "Stop!" Chu Chen shouted loudly.?? said: "Mr. Song, if you do this again, then I won't buy it!" Song Lei became a little anxious when he heard this. He quickly stepped forward, pulled Chu Chen's sleeves, and begged: "Don't bother me. Ah! Mr. Chu, how about you give me a total of thirty-five thousand for those two paintings and this iron sword?"