Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Hearing that Du Hao wanted to serve him with pen and ink, the whole place couldn't help but fell into silence. Everyone looked at Du Hao as if he were an idiot.

At this moment, everyone was sure in their hearts that Du Hao was definitely here to cause trouble!

Otherwise, why didn't he point out the flaws in the "Seventeen Posts"? Instead, he asked for a new one without knowing how high or high it was!

Besides, even if this calligraphy is really fake, it can be to the point of confusing the fake with the real one. Du Hao is so young, no matter how superb his calligraphy is, it is impossible to achieve this level and write another "Seventeen Posts" "come out!

"Whose family does this kid belong to? He has no moral character and is full of nonsense!"

"Write another one? Can you describe the charm and artistic conception of Mr. Wang Xizhi? Do you know what the content of the seventeen posts is?"

"It's just nonsense. People like this coming to Antique Street are a disgrace to Antique Street!"

"It's true that people with lower knowledge are more aggressive and do not know how to keep a low profile at all."

Seeing Du Hao like this, people around him began to mock him again.

Their meaning is very obvious. Since you can see that this is a fake, then you should point it out and let us take a look, instead of just saying that you will draw another picture without any explanation!

What a mess!

At this moment, everyone has already given Du Hao such a label in their hearts.

Contempt, disdain, and ridicule, they are like giants standing on the mountainside, looking down at the people on the mountain, full of condescending scrutiny.

Fujiwara's face turned red with anger. He pointed at the door and said coldly to Du Hao: "Get out of here! Get out of our store!"

"It doesn't matter who you are! You are not welcome in our antique store!"

Now he couldn't wait to call and ask a group of cultivators from his Teng family to come over and kill Du Hao.

Last time in Nanzhou, he was able to scheme against Ning Zihan, but this kid ruined the situation.

This time he actually came to mess up his plan!

Absolutely abominable!

If it weren't for him, there would have been several buyers ready to bid just now, with the base price starting at at least 100 million!

And this antique shop can be said to be his personal one, and all the income will go into his pocket and will not fall into the hands of family members.

Hundreds of millions, for him, a young master of the Teng family, is also a fortune that makes her a little excited!

Just looking at the appearance of those buyers, I am afraid that even if Du Hao is driven away, they will still have some thorns in their hearts, and they will definitely have reservations about their bids.

Say less and let him earn tens of millions!

This bastard!

However, Du Hao completely ignored the chaos at the scene and said to Tengliu: "Why don't the pen and ink come?"

After saying that, he frowned and added: "Do you think I can write one and destroy your fake one?"

"you……!"

Fujiwara was so angry that his nose was crooked. He pointed at Du Hao and wanted to speak but nothing came out.

Are you still Mr. Jiangnan Du?

Why are you so thick-skinned?

What about your dignity as a strong man!

At this time, I still call for pen and ink to serve!

Serve your sister!

People at the scene saw Fujiwara being so angry, and many people said: "Young man, you have gone too far. This will damage your moral character."

"hehe."

Du Hao sneered, with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "If you want to spend hundreds of millions of dollars to buy a fake, I'm afraid not only will I not harm your moral character, but you will be so angry that you vomit blood."

Seeing Du Hao's confident look, many seniors in the antique world frowned.

Although they think that Du Hao is not feasible, the biggest fear in this industry is what happens!

It can be said that if you are 99% sure about this ancient relic, as long as there is a 1% possibility, you will not dare to take the risk.

Moreover, the more expensive something is, the more careful they have to be.

A few people thought about it and decided that it would be better to waste time and let Du Hao write one than waste money on buying a fake and keep it in their collection.

They looked at each other and asked for paper and pen.

Fujiwara's expression changed when he saw this.

He wanted to say something but was stopped by an old man on crutches.

"Master Teng, it's okay. If he wants to write it, let him write it. After all, real gold is not afraid of fire."

"If this word is true, no matter how much the villain slanders it, it will not reduce its value. And if you don't let him write a comparison, I'm afraid it will make people think that you are evil."

After hearing this, Fujiwara's expression softened slightly, and he nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your advice."

"Here comes the pen and ink."

At this moment, an old man with sparse hair pointed at Du Hao: "You'd better write an exact copy to prove your correctness, otherwise, we old guys will throw you away without hesitation." Get out of the antique street!”

"At that time, not only the Teng family's antique shop, but all the shops in the entire antique street will exclude you."

The old man with a cane also nodded, expressing his attitude.

When everyone saw the two old men talking, their eyes became even more playful with Du Hao.

You know, these two are literary giants in the antique world and are very famous. Although they only have a few hundred million in savings, the two of them probably have more than tens of billions of genuine antiques in their home!

Fujiwara didn't have many ideas. Although Du Hao's cultivation skills were world-class, he was still a warrior and a rough man. Why should he be allowed to write and write?

Disaster!

Facing this scene, Du Hao shook his head gently and walked up to the long table.

However, he did not start writing directly. Instead, he looked at the inkstone and rice paper and frowned:

"You want me to write in this kind of garbage?"

He tossed his sleeves and snorted coldly: "The charm of calligraphy is closely related to ink and rice paper. Only good paper and ink can write good things."

"With this kind of junk paper and ink, I'm afraid that even if I write it out, it will be very different from the ideal situation."

A cold light flashed in his eyes: "Are you provoking trouble?"

Stirring up trouble?

Damn it, you’re the one who started the trouble, okay?

It would be great if I asked you to write it. Why the hell do you ask for so much!

But the two old men frowned. They knew that the charm of calligraphy was closely related to paper and ink.

After thinking for a while, the old man with thinning hair asked: "What kind of paper and ink do you want? Tell me, and I will have someone prepare it for you."

Du Hao glanced at the old man and said calmly:

"Thousand-year-old ink, snowflake xuan, direwolf brush, Qin and Han ink stone inkstone."

He waved his hand: "These four things are indispensable. If one is missing, I won't write."

After saying that, he sat directly on the Taishi chair next to him, crossed his legs, picked up the tea brewed next to him, and drank it.

Although Er Gouzi had never heard of these things, he felt that what came out of Du Hao's mouth must be of a very high standard. He also followed Du Hao's lead and sat next to Er Lang with his legs crossed, holding a big bowl of tea. Drink up.

"I'm telling you, hurry up and get ready. One of them is missing. Be careful if I, Brother Hao, don't write it down. I'll buy a fake and lose you to death!"

Everyone: "..."

Hold!

What kind of person is this? What kind of dog is this?

Shameless!

This man and a dog are so wicked!