Insects chirped softly in the courtyard, the cool breeze rustled through the treetops, the moonlight cast a white veil over everything, the Milky Way twinkled overhead, and the years were peaceful and beautiful.
Si Qi sat on a bamboo chair, admiring the starry sky that was almost the same as it was five thousand years ago, and had never changed.
Just when he was enjoying himself, a call came to Si Qi's mobile phone. Si Qi picked up the phone and said lazily, "What's the matter?" As soon as
he finished speaking, Si Qi heard his own voice echoing from the other end of the phone. His subordinate hurriedly turned off the live broadcast that he was secretly watching, and said embarrassedly, "The information you gave us last night has been reported to the relevant departments. After seeing it, they reacted very quickly and have launched relevant investigations."
The information his subordinate was talking about was exactly the information that Xiu Xiu had collected through the Internet about the Son of the World bending the law for personal gain, robbing and usurping other people's property, and even committing crimes and murders.
The Son of the World is a demon cultivator. It is very common for demon cultivators to take human lives lightly and use human blood or corpses as cultivation materials.
In ancient times, this kind of thing might be easily solved by using some magic to confuse people's minds, but now it is a society ruled by law, and technology is so advanced. Xiu Xiu only needs to search the entire Internet and collect surveillance footage of the Son of the World committing crimes. Those who are there will immediately pay attention and launch a criminal investigation on the Son of the World.
And with the Son of the World's usual behavior, he simply cannot withstand the serious investigation of the state machinery.
So it can only be said that offending Si Qi is the biggest calamity of the Son of the World's life.
"During this period, they will be very busy," Si Qi said lightly: "Take advantage of this time to completely defeat Xing Teng."
"Yes."
As he spoke, Si Qi picked up his mobile phone and walked back into the house.
The audience watched all this and talked about what Si Qi had just said. Why did it seem so extraordinary?
Chu Feng followed him. His hearing was good enough for him to hear the content of the phone call clearly. He asked, "Is there anything I can do?"
Si Qi smiled, "Of course, you being with me is the biggest help."
Chu Feng's ears turned red in an instant, and he couldn't speak.
He always felt that after seeing an old friend again after a thousand years, the other party seemed to have changed a lot... It was hard to resist.
The next morning, Si Qi, who had been busy all night, changed his clothes and walked out of the room. He saw Chu Feng put the freshly made breakfast on the elegant wooden table in the courtyard.
When the other guests came out, they saw Si Qi sitting at the table comfortably, with Chu Feng busying around for him. They were envious: "Si Qi is so lucky."
"I wish I had a friend like Chu Feng."
"Such a full table, there won't be a place for us, right?"
After receiving a confirmed response, they sat at the table under the envious eyes of the program staff, picked up a piece of soft and sweet egg pancake and put it in their mouths. After a while, they nodded one after another, swallowed their mouths, and raised their thumbs to express their praise, which made the audience in front of the screen salivate.
When Li Siran came out and saw this scene, he showed a proud look as if by reflex, and stood where he was, using his actions to show that he had drawn a clear line between himself and this group of people, and disdained to go along with them.
When she asked the director where her breakfast was, the director said that she had to make the food herself, and the flour and ingredients were all on the table. Li Siran went crazy: "You said those were not bought, but made by them themselves? It's so early in the morning, and I have to
eat on an empty stomach. How can I have the energy to knead the dough and cut the meat filling, and I don't even know how to make buns!" The director looked at her innocently, "There are some leftovers from last night. You can cook a bowl of porridge to eat with it."
Li Siran stared at her, "Why can they eat such a rich breakfast, but I have to eat leftovers!"
The director shrugged, "Chu Xun got up at four o'clock to start preparing, and you were sleeping in?"
Li Siran: "…………"
Li Siran was so angry that she sat aside sullenly, watching a group of people talking and laughing while eating breakfast. While eating, she flattered Chu Xun, saying this was delicious and that was absolutely delicious, with an extremely exaggerated tone, which made the photographer beside him swallow his saliva with envy, and the camera was pointed at that side again and again, forgetting that he was originally a photographer who specialized in taking pictures of Li Siran.
Li Siran said with annoyance: "It's so disgusting to flatter so attentively for a bite of food."
The photographer silently pointed the camera at Li Siran's face full of contempt. Many viewers watched a group of friends talking and laughing while enjoying the food, enjoying it to their heart's content. Suddenly, they heard Li Siran's weird sarcasm, and they immediately lost their appetite. They shouted for the photographer to move the camera away quickly, not wanting to see this woman.
So fans of Li Siran and audiences who were annoyed with Li Siran quarreled over this, and the popularity of the show was raised early in the morning.
Just at this moment, a call came into Chu Feng's mobile phone. Chu Feng listened to the inquiry from the other end and subconsciously glanced at Si Qi.
Si Qi:?
Chu Feng hung up the phone and asked the resort staff to let the other party in. Seeing that Chu Feng couldn't help looking at him, Si Qi asked: "What's the matter?"
Chu Feng: "…………"
He hesitated for a long time, knowing that things would not go on any longer, and said awkwardly: "There are some things I want to show you..."
Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing a gentle frameless glasses, a suit and leather shoes, and a slim figure walked in from outside. He was not surprised to see the equipment of the program crew that surrounded half of the courtyard. He smiled and greeted Chu Feng.
Chu Feng introduced him briefly: "This is an antique dealer who I have cooperated with several times. He is also a historian."
Lawyer Zhou was a little excited. He couldn't help but stepped forward to shake hands with the middle-aged man and said excitedly: "Hello, Mr. Dong, I watch every issue of your "Thousand Years of Treasures"! I am so lucky to meet you today..."
The man surnamed Dong smiled and returned the greeting. Seeing that Chu Feng didn't say anything, he opened the box he brought with him, put on gloves, and carefully took out the scroll inside in the midst of the crowd's expectation. When
everyone saw his actions, they subconsciously paid more attention, always feeling that they would see something extraordinary in the next second.
The man unfolded the scroll, and a series of delicate and charming landscapes appeared in front of everyone. Lawyer Zhou immediately looked at the signature in the corner and exclaimed, "Is this the work of the Saint of Painting?"
In their era, there was only one person who could be called the Saint of Painting.
Coincidentally, his name was the same as that of the Immortal Poet and the Saint of Qin, Si Qi.
Si Qi looked at Chu Feng meaningfully, and Chu Feng was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to face this look.
Mr. Dong raised his head with great pride, looking satisfied and proud, "Yes, this is the work of the painting saint Si Qi 2,300 years ago. In order to complete Mr. Chu's entrustment, I spent more than three years to finally find this work. After identification, it is undoubtedly the authentic work of the painting saint."
A group of people suddenly got excited and didn't know where to put their hands. Of course, they didn't dare to touch it. It was very lucky to be able to watch it at such a close distance.
"It's so beautiful..."
"The painting style is so beautiful."
"It can no longer be considered an antique, but a real national treasure."
The people around him praised him. The man was full of honor and excitedly talked about his efforts over the years, how he had gone through so much trouble to read ancient books to find clues, and finally found this priceless painting.
The price of the work was mentioned inadvertently during the conversation, which was about 600 million Chinese yuan. This was a friendly price given because Chu Feng had been looking for various works related to Si Qi for many years and they were old acquaintances in the auction house.
Everyone expected that this thing must be very expensive, but they never thought it would be so ridiculously expensive. He took a breath of cool air and quickly stepped back half a step, fearing that he would accidentally damage the treasure.
Si Qi and Chu Feng did not step back. Si Qi lowered his eyes and took a look. He didn't intend to make a fuss. But seeing that the other party was clearly going to sell the painting to Chu Feng, and Chu Feng was not surprised to buy it.
After thinking about it, he told the truth.
"This is a fake."
The warm atmosphere at the scene suddenly stopped. Lawyer Zhou and others looked at Si Qi in astonishment. Mr. Dong even frowned and stared at Si Qi displeased.
Everyone subconsciously felt that Si Qi was looking for trouble. Professional scholars had spent several years searching hard for something that had been formally authenticated. Si Qi openly said it was a fake in front of so many people. Isn't this a slap in the face in front of everyone?
But Chu Feng said regretfully: "It's fake..."
in a positive tone.
Everyone was stunned by this attitude. Mr. Dong was still in shock. Chu Feng frowned and asked, "You came to me with fake goods, but didn't you consider the consequences?"
Mr. Dong had been in contact with Chu Feng for some time, so he was naturally aware of Chu Feng's usual style. His face turned pale and he said anxiously, "Mr. Chu, you misunderstood. How dare I come to you with fake goods? Isn't this just smashing the sign of our auction house on the ground? What's more--"
Mr. Dong glared at Si Qi angrily. He didn't dare to say anything to Chu Feng. Getting angry doesn't mean he's afraid of a shitty star. He was so angry that he pointed at Si Qi and said, "Who is he? How can he tell the authenticity of a work just by looking at it? Even I don't dare to say such a thing."
Chu Feng could tolerate everything else, but he was particularly sensitive when it came to Si Qi. His face darkened and he said unhappily, "Can you compare with him?"
Mr. Dong was confused by Chu Feng's biased and unscrupulous style. Although Chu Feng was usually a little cold, he had never been so unreasonable.
As long as he identified something as authentic, he would always be generous and give whatever the price offered. He was the easiest buyer to get along with.
Li Siran saw this and quickly jumped out and said, "Si Qi, he is a senior scholar who can host a program on a national channel. You are so ignorant to say that."
Her words really touched the hearts of the audience behind the screen. Now countless people are scolding Si Qi for being crazy and starting to make trouble. Even if Si Qi and Chu Feng have a good relationship, you can't erase people's years of hard work with just one sentence. It's too much.
"I thought this troublemaker couldn't stand it anymore after a day, and sure enough, he started
to act crazy again." "I really don't understand why Si Qi has such good innate conditions. He would definitely become famous if he behaved himself. Why does he have to do such things from time to time to ruin his popularity?"
Lawyer Zhou couldn't help but said, "Si Qi, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to say that?"
The temperamental woman asked, "Si Qi, did you see something? I think the style of this painting is exactly the same as the painting saint's usual works..."
Si Qi thought to himself that of course he could see something, because he didn't paint this painting at all. If it wasn't painted by him, how could it be the real thing?
"The painting style is very similar, and the age is estimated to be not far from two thousand years ago. The antique is indeed an antique, but it is not the real thing."
Mr. Dong was angry: "What do you mean by very similar imitation! This is clearly an imitation!!"
Chu Feng was even angrier than him, and his tone was as cold as ice: "Watch your attitude when talking. If it happens again, get out of here!"
Mr. Dong's face turned pale, and he dared not say anything. He could only apologize: "I'm really sorry, please give me another chance, let me explain to you why this work was identified as an authentic one."
In full view of the public, in front of so many spectators in front of the screen, if he said nothing and was labeled a fake, it would not only damage his reputation, but also their auction house!
Even if 99% of people could not believe that Si Qi really thought it was a fake, it would be too embarrassing to be driven away without saying anything.
"No need." Chu Feng said coldly: "I know what you care about. I can give you the money, but the painting must be destroyed."
Mr. Dong couldn't stand it anymore and said through his teeth, "How can this be?!"
The audience in front of the screen was completely enraged by Si Qi and Chu Feng's behavior. They cursed angrily: "Are these two people crazy?! What right do laymen have to point fingers at professionals and destroy authentic works worth hundreds of millions! Is it a big deal to have money?"
"Fuck! I can tolerate other things, but I really can't stand it when I see this!"
"It's funny. National treasures can be destroyed just like that. Who do you think you are?"
Si Qi: "There's no need to destroy them. I don't mind such things."
Chu Feng said unhappily: "How can I not mind..."
Si Qi: "Besides yesterday's musical instruments and today's paintings, how many have you collected..." Si Qi thought about it and said with both laughter and tears: "Si Qi's works?"
Chu Feng couldn't help but touch his nose with his hand and said embarrassedly: "...More than 400 pieces."
Si Qi looked weird: "You..."
Even stalkers are not as exaggerated as you, right?
Si Qi glanced at Mr. Dong who was shivering with anger and said calmly: "If you want to hear my judgment that your work is a fake, you might as well come with me to take a look. There may be some fakes in there that came out of your auction house."
Mr. Dong was so angry when he heard Si Qi say this, and said angrily: "Don't push your luck!!"
Chu Feng gave him a cold look and said, "I said there won't be a second time, throw him out!"
A staff member of the resort who was standing somewhere in the distance immediately came out and walked towards Mr. Dong.
Si Qi stopped him and said, "Okay, let him come with me to have a look."
Chu Feng was a good person in every way, except that he was possessed by his inner demon. Once things involved himself, he completely lost his sense of propriety.
Si Qi didn't care about how the outside world viewed him, but he cared about how others viewed Chu Feng.
This was exactly the same as Chu Feng.
Chu Feng stared at Mr. Dong with an unfriendly look, which made the middle-aged man feel cold.
If it weren't for his inner professional beliefs that insisted on him standing here, he would have turned around and ran away with the scroll.
Chu Feng brought the crowd and photographers who followed to watch the excitement to his "collection room".
It's called a collection room, but it's actually more like a museum. The stands and glass display cabinets that hold all kinds of antiques are exactly like what you can see in a museum, and even more exquisite.
People stood in this spacious place where every word they spoke could have a loud echo, looking at the precious antiques that seemed like dreams around them, with shock on their faces.
The elegant woman was surprised and asked, "Why do they feel like they are all related to Si Qi?"
Li Manman asked in confusion, "Si Qi?"
The elegant woman said, "Not this Si Qi, but all Si Qi in history."
Zhou Yuan smiled and said, "Isn't it because I love the whole house and love everyone in it?"
People: "Uh..."
Judging from Chu Xun's performance, it seems that this is really possible.
Because his good friend is called Si Qi, he collected all the objects related to the famous Si Qi in history in the entire lobby.
This makes people wonder about the relationship between Si Qi and Chu Feng. Are they really just good friends who haven't seen each other for many years?
Would good friends go to such lengths?
Si Qi looked at Chu Feng every now and then, and his half-smile made Chu Feng extremely embarrassed. He didn't know how to explain his behavior. It didn't seem like he did it on purpose. It was purely instinct.
If you see it, you want to own it. If you haven't seen it, you still want to collect it.
It sounds a bit like chasing stars...
A group of people walked to the collection hall where paintings were placed. Many of these paintings were never seen by even Mr. Dong. For a moment, he almost forgot the purpose of coming here. He stared at the precious scroll in front of him with obsession, and his serious expression and eyes were full of fiery light.
"That's great... That's great... I didn't expect to have the honor of seeing so many authentic works of the painting masters... It's really worth my life..."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man's cheeks flushed and his expression was fiery.
The camera captured this detail very well, and the audience sighed: "This is a scholar who dedicates his entire life to his profession!"
"Si Qi and Chu Xun are really too much."
"Don't they feel guilty?!"
Si Qi did not give his fans a chance to cry with joy, and said directly: "If you like it so much... Si Qi, you should know what his personality is like and what kind of works he likes to paint."
When Mr. Dong heard Si Qi talking to him, his expression suddenly became cold, and he said proudly: "Of course I know. The painting master likes to paint landscapes and animals, has a noble and arrogant personality, and doesn't like to talk... You use this basic What can it prove by testing me with common sense?"
Si Qi: "Yes, he likes to paint landscapes and animals, and doesn't like to interact with people, so even in his works, you can't see people."
Si Qi pointed to the scroll brought by Mr. Dong and said, "But there are people in your work."
Mr. Dong said unhappily, "Where are the people?"
Including the camera, everyone subconsciously looked at the scroll, and after a careful search, they didn't find any trace of people.
Puzzled, "No one?"
Si Qi pointed to a pavilion on the top of the mountain in the painting. In the pavilion, there was a chess set, and there were chess pieces on the chessboard, which were not finished.
Si Qi: "Isn't this a person?"
Everyone was stunned.
This...
Mr. Dong said angrily: "You are just making excuses--"
Halfway through his words, Mr. Dong felt a cold gaze, and his tone suddenly froze. He said helplessly: "Too much, the painting saint just doesn't like to get along with people, and he is not so extreme as to delete everything related to people from the painting."
The audience nodded in agreement, saying that the expert was right. It was too much for Si Qi to prove that the painting was fake with a few chess pieces.
Hearing this, Si Qi turned around and pointed to several paintings collected by Chu Feng.
In the paintings, there are even some bird's-eye views that were rarely seen in that era. The painting saint "imaginatively" floated his vision in the air, recording the mountains and rivers below, the wild cranes flying beside him, and the stars above his head during the day and night in that era when "humans could not fly." Every detail of the scene at that time was painted meticulously and tenderly.
Si Qi found a few of the details and pointed to one of the paintings through the glass and said, "This is Linchuan County."
Zhou Yuan asked curiously, "How do you know it is Linchuan County?"
Si Qi was silent for a moment: "...Look at the terrain."
It can't be said that he knew it because he painted this painting there.
Mr. Dong explained, "Painters of the same era as the painting saint also painted the Linchuan Riverbank in their works. It is indeed such a scene."
This time everyone understood.
"Based on the species and condition of the trees, we can tell that it was autumn at that time." Si Qi pointed at one of the big trees, and everyone nodded in understanding. Si Qi said, "In Linchuan County at that time, people came and went in the autumn, and there were endless boats and pleasure boats. It was impossible to have such a scene with no one there."
But in the painting, let alone seeing half a human figure, there was not even a boat that symbolized the existence of people. It can be said that the skill of deletion was brought to the extreme.
Lawyer Zhou couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that the painting of the Sage was done earlier, and Linchuan County had not yet developed at that time?"
Si Qi answered without hesitation, "A hundred years had passed since Linchuan County developed to the time when this painting was made. It is impossible that it had not yet developed well."
This confident tone really fooled many people. Even Mr. Dong, who racked his brains to recall, could not find any point in the historical records to refute it. He could only admit that Linchuan County was prosperous at that time, and there was an endless stream of people on the shore in autumn. It was absolutely impossible for such a scene in the painting to appear.
Si Qi pointed out the details of the next painting and said, "There should be a stone bench here for mountaineers to rest for a while, but it's not in the painting."
"There should be a temple here, but it was also erased."
"The stone tablet here is still parked in the Jiangnan area today for tourists to visit, but it doesn't appear in the painting."
Si Qi pointed to several places casually. It can be seen everywhere that when the painting saint painted these pictures, he erased the traces of human existence in the natural scene. There is no abruptness in them at all, and the most authentic scenery of nature is completely restored.
Si Qi's words are really too reasonable and well-founded. There are so many people on the scene, no one can refute it.
Even Mr. Dong was at a loss.
He has been a fan of the painting saint for so many years, but it was only today that he found out that the painting saint actually had such a habit. He felt mixed emotions and didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Si Qi said directly: "So your painting must not be a saint painting. If he painted it, let alone chess, he would have erased the entire pavilion. And--"
Si Qi frowned and looked at the painting, and couldn't help saying: "Why choose such an awkward angle to paint this scene? Fly up and paint from here--" Si Qi gestured at the viewing angle, "Obviously the effect of the painting will be better."
He shook his head unhappily, and said righteously: "Except for the similar style and close age, how can this painting be my work, no, Si Qi's work?"
Mr. Dong felt unconvinced, but he had no reason to refute, so he could only reluctantly admit that Si Qi was indeed a real talent.
He is an honest man, and he is not afraid of others slandering him for deliberately selling fakes. He said frankly: "In fact, I also think that the angle I chose is not right. When the painting saint usually paints landscapes, his vision will be higher and he has more spatial imagination."
After saying this, not only the group of onlookers beside him, but also the audience were confused.
Why, everyone is standing up for you, but you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are the first to surrender to the enemy? And you even agree with Si Qi, an amateur. Although
, from what Si Qi said just now, it seems that he is not just an amateur, but has some real skills...
This makes the audience who kept shouting that Si Qi was sick a little embarrassed.
It feels like they've been slapped in the face again and again since the show started... and Si Qi didn't mean it. After all, what's real can't be fake, and what's fake can't be real. Anyone with eyes can see it for themselves.
Si Qi scanned the many scrolls and said, "Why is there one less painting in the Four Seasons Courtyard Painting?"
Chu Xun said, "The Summer Painting couldn't be found."
Mr. Dong sighed, "To be precise, I found it but it's a fake."
He looked at Si Qi. Even if he was reluctant, he had to admit that Si Qi was very careful in observing the works of the painting master and had a better understanding of the things of that era. He took out his laptop and called up the scanned photo of the painting, saying, "Look, this is the painting we found."
Si Qi took a look and found that the details matched his memory. He said directly, "This is real."
Mr. Dong shook his head and said, "This is a fake."
He stretched out his finger, pointed at an incense burner in the picture, and reminded, "This is a bronze product from the Qin Dynasty. It is treasured in the museum."
Si Qi: "So what."
Mr. Dong said speechlessly: "The Qin Dynasty is two thousand years away from the era of the painting saint. How could the painting saint use antiques from two thousand years ago as daily necessities?"
When the haters heard this, they were about to type on the keyboard to criticize Si Qi for his lack of common sense. Who knew that the next second, Si Qi directly said: "This is normal."
He pointed to the other three pictures of Spring, Autumn and Winter, "The screens here are of the simple and elegant style of the Chu Dynasty. The rockery in the winding stream is the famous Weishan in the Qi Dynasty. If the incense burner in the summer picture is evaluated as a 'fake', then the other pictures are the same."
Everyone stared at the three pictures in a daze. They couldn't see what the screens and rockery were about, and they didn't know how Si Qi could accurately distinguish the ages of them.
They looked at Mr. Dong expectantly. Mr. Dong stared at those places for a long time and said blankly: "...Indeed."
Everyone was shocked, and there was a little more surprise and astonishment in their eyes when they looked at Si Qi.
The elegant woman asked doubtfully, "Didn't you just say that the Painting Saint doesn't like anything related to people? What's the matter with this screen and the wine cup flowing through the winding stream? Are some of the paintings actually fake?"
"Absolutely not." Mr. Dong shook his head and said, "Historical records show that the Painting Saint once painted a picture of the four seasons in the courtyard. The emperor of the time liked it very much after seeing it. He asked the Painting Saint for it but was unsuccessful. He felt deeply regretful. This matter was widely circulated, and people of the time were proud to own a work of the Painting Saint."
The elegant woman complained, "In other words, the Painting Saint hates other people, but likes himself very much?"
Si Qi: "………………"
Mr. Dong smiled and said, "If the Painting Saint hates himself, then these paintings would not appear."
After all, paintings themselves are related to people, and they need people to depict them.
The painting saint deleted everything related to people in the painting, so shouldn't the painting itself be "deleted" as well?
Mr. Dong put away the scroll he brought and said to Si Qi: "Although I still cannot completely agree with you that this painting is a fake, it is because of you that we finally confirmed that the summer courtyard painting that has been preserved for more than ten years is an authentic one. I will bring it to Mr. Chu in the near future, which can be regarded as a regret that the four seasons painting has not been completed."
Si Qi nodded slightly and said: "Many of these things here are taken from you?"
Mr. Dong: "Yes."
Si Qi: "A lot of them are fake."
Mr. Dong was embarrassed: "Uh..."
He didn't know how to respond.
But this time, all the bystanders, including him, did not want to madly accuse Si Qi.
Chu Feng: "Tell me which ones are fake, and I will take them all away and destroy them."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
The items that Chu Feng put here must have been treasures that have been appraised by auction house experts and historians. They can definitely be sold for a lot of money.
Chu Feng actually destroyed them just because of Si Qi's words? This is too extravagant...
Si Qi knew that Chu Feng was very concerned about this matter, and he pointed at a few of the items and said, "This, this, and this..."
Chu Feng waved his hand and asked the resort staff to come over. They opened the vacuum cabinet and took away the antiques that were carefully placed inside for fear of being damaged. He didn't show any regret.
Li Manman whispered to the side: "I am now sure that Chu Feng collected these things for Si Qi."
This is a question of which came first, the chicken or the egg. Is it because he likes to collect things of so many celebrities named Si Qi that he has a good impression of people named Si Qi? Or is it because his good friend is called Si Qi, so he is interested in so many celebrities named Si Qi in history because of him?
Now looking at Chu Feng's behavior that is more exaggerated than spending a fortune, he is obviously the latter.
Si Qi said a few words, and in the midst of Mr. Dong's furious gaze, billions of antique collections evaporated out of thin air.
Before Mr. Dong could jump up and down to try to stop him, Si Qi stared at a half-finished porcelain piece seriously.
Chu Xun: "What's wrong?"
Si Qi: "The pattern on this teapot is not yet finished."
He looked really awkward.
Mr. Dong knew that Si Qi was most likely going to do something, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Because it is the only unfinished work of Si Gong, who has strict craftsmanship, it can become the only classic handed down from generation to generation! Its value is inestimable! Don't touch it!!"
The shouting in his voice was almost like witnessing a gangster trying to defile his daughter.
Si Qi shook his head: "It's just a teapot."
Si Qi was halfway through painting this teapot when he left because of some trivial matters. It was a long time before he came back. The teapot placed at the door of his house was taken away by someone unknown.
Feeling a little awkward, Si Qi asked Chu Feng: "Do you have paint?"
Chu Feng saw that there was such a good thing, so he immediately asked someone to find paint and tools for painting porcelain.
This group of subordinates were also capable. In a few minutes, they delivered a complete set of equipment.
Si Qi then began to paint under the astonished eyes of the people around him. He finished the unfinished work lightly and skillfully, and put it back on the table with satisfaction, saying, "I'll glaze it later, and it will be ready for use after a while."
Mr. Dong almost cried, and he broke down and said, "Do you know how much value you destroyed with those few strokes? You actually want to use it!! You use it to make tea?! You actually use such a unique treasure to make tea!!!"
The people around him could understand Mr. Dong's pain, but seeing that Si Qi not only dared to pick up the pen and started, but also painted exactly the same half of the original pattern, without any inconsistency, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that this skill was simply amazing.
Moreover, is the threshold to become a star this high these days? Not only does he have to be good-looking, but he also has to be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Many passers-by watched the haters complain about Si Qi, while silently being impressed by Si Qi's ability.
To be honest, Si Qi is really talented, and it is a waste of talent for him to be a star.
Si Qi said to Mr. Dong who was wailing: "The teapot is used to drink tea. Do you think this teapot is more suitable to be placed here as a decoration, or to be used by people every day. Si Huasheng, no, when Si Gong made this teapot, he just wanted to use it to make tea, and didn't think about how much money he would get from selling it." It
was originally a toy made casually, used to make tea. Why can't you make tea with it and put it in the storage room to gather dust? What's the reason?
Chu Feng, who had tea but had to put it in the storage room to gather dust instead of brewing it: "…………"
Chu Feng stood aside, showing a look of deep approval, and kept nodding in agreement. He didn't look like he had carefully collected Si Qi's works for the past thousand years. He was the ultimate expression of "whatever Si Qi says is the truth."
This attitude left the onlookers speechless.
Si Qi was not in a hurry when he saw the unacceptable expressions on everyone's faces.
The more difficult it is to understand now, the more you will suddenly realize it in the future. This will also make it easier for the audience who know the truth in the future to understand the previous owner's actions through this detail, saving Si Qi the effort of explanation.
He was walking around the "exhibition hall" here, recalling the moments that were almost sealed in his memory. The Son of the World was also not idle, constantly smearing Si Qi's reputation, trying to make his inner demons worse.
Xiu Xiu said to him: [Master, there is more black material about you on the Internet]
The word "again" was very essential. Si Qi said casually: [What black material?]
Xiu Xiu: [The Son of the World sent someone to steal the original TV series edited by the crew, uploaded it to the Internet, and attached the script written by the screenwriter to it]
Si Qi: [This can only be regarded as an economic loss]
And most of the losses were the interests of the director. Now the director must be crying bitterly.
Xiu Xiu: [But you changed the lines and didn't act according to the script requirements...]
Yesterday, Si Qi just proved that he has a good memory and that he didn't just recite 1234 on the set as netizens said. Today, the internet leaked the negative information that Si Qi didn't recite the lines according to the scriptwriter's requirements, which once again slapped Si Qi's bad behavior of not memorizing the lines even though he had the ability to memorize them.
[Because it was a video that was leaked through an irregular channel, even viewers who were not interested in the TV series went to watch it]
Xiu Xiu: [Everyone compared the script that was strictly adapted from history, and then looked at you, the master, who played the role completely according to your own experience, and they all criticized you for being a big shot and dragging down the entire TV series crew]
Of course, there are countless fans who are secretly completely attracted by Si Qi's superb acting skills and his elegant and classical temperament.
It's just that these people are discussing it in a small range, and the praise sounds not offensive enough but more eye-catching, which is easy to be ridiculed by others, "Just look at the face."
Just waiting for the right opportunity to completely explode and overturn the current public opinion.
Xiu Xiu followed the accounts of those netizens who criticized Si Qi to find the identity of the spokesperson and said: [Those trolls are the same group of people who appeared yesterday. They are so annoying. Xiu
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