That's true.

Mr. Zhang, who is in his sixties, bought two exquisite small spray bottles in less than five minutes.

Then he asked Lin Han timidly if there was anything else he could do.

Lin Han said calmly:

"Uncle Zhang, if you continue to be so careful, I won't have the energy to make up for it. I can only comfort you."

Zhang Laomeng finally reacted, but he still felt very guilty.

"I...I really did this accidentally."

Lin Han waved his hand: "Please fill me with some warm water, about 40 degrees."

"Yeah! Good!"

Mr. Zhang took the spray bottle and hurried over.

Lao Wang came up and looked Xiangcao up and down.

"What precious thing is it that makes you so nervous, Boss Lin?"

Lin Han ignored him and just leaned over the painting, carefully observing the texture of the mountain.

The stones on the mountain are all black, and the painter uses ink in a proper way, with both rough and fine strokes.

The same is true of the mountain painted by Hai Rui.

The rocks in the upper part are lighter in color, and the color becomes darker and the shape becomes more rugged as you go down.

However, on the same horizontal line, the shapes of the rocks are not very different.

Lin Han stroked his chin, slowly stood up, and his eyes finally relaxed.

Lao Wang was keenly aware of this:

"Why, have you thought of a way to fix it?"

Lin Han nodded.

Lao Wang chuckled and said, "You are just a brave young man. Just burn the painting. If it is an authentic one, it is the authentic one that was burned. I will sell it anyway!"

He paused and said, "If it's fake, there's no need to repair it!"

Seeing how lightly he said it, Lin Han guessed that Lao Wang didn't know the origin of the painting "Country Grass".

No wonder, if he knew, the painting would not have been left there for so long without anyone paying attention to it.

"Old Wang, have you ever seen an item like this at Christie's? It's auctioned with a black hole?"

Lin Han looked at the painting from a distance and said.

"Hahaha!" Lao Wang laughed so hard that he fell backwards. "With this crappy painting, you still want to go to Christie's?"

He wanted to pat Lin Han's shoulder, but the latter dodged.

"How much did you pay for this painting? Do you know what kind of paintings can be sold at Christie's?"

Old Wang's eyes were shining, and he was extremely excited, as if he had finally caught something on Lin Han.

Lin Han liked to see him being slapped in the face the most, and said slowly:

"I bought it for thirty thousand."

He approached Lao Wang and said mysteriously:

“Old Wang, do you know that this is a painting personally painted by Hai Rui, the head of the Ministry of Revenue in the Ming Dynasty? It is more than worthy of being listed at Christie’s.”

"Um?"

Boss Wang's eyes widened as he turned to look at Lin Han. "Impossible! I don't know about others, but I know Hai Rui very well! He has never painted before!"

Lin Han sneered and shook his head, not wanting to argue with him anymore.

At this time, Mr. Zhang also filled the spray bottle with warm water and handed it to Lin Han.

Lin Han turned on all the lights and used a professional spotlight to illuminate the painting on the glass coffee table.

Then he squeezed the handle of the spray bottle and sprayed it several times at the top of the mountain.

Hey!

Everyone was shocked, but no one dared to step forward to stop it.

They couldn't understand what Lin Han did.

But they had no reason to stop it.

Because Lin Han is always right.

Old Wang didn't pay attention to the water sprayed by Lin Han, but was very interested in whether this painting was an authentic work of Hai Rui.

He immediately took out his cell phone and called his store's consultant, who was also a scholar at Siping Museum.

On the glass coffee table, the painting scroll, sprayed with warm water, quickly became soft and smooth.

The ink stains on the top of the mountain also spread out.

"Mr. Zhang, bring us our Ming Xuan paper!"

“Hey!”

Mr. Zhang seemed to be assisted by God. He found the rice paper in an instant and handed it to Lin Han.

Gently place the rice paper under the black hole at the top of the vanilla, and the spread ink stains will gradually seep into the rice paper.

This time, without Lin Han's instructions, Mr. Zhang handed him a wolf-hair brush.

Lin Han compared the shape of the rocks on the top of the mountain and spread the ink stains on the rice paper.

Because of the good ductility of rice paper, Lin Han only dared to paint to the edge, and then the ink stains slowly spread out.

The next black hole will do the same.

In just a few minutes, the tops of the two black holes had returned to normal.

The next step is to combine the rice paper and the herbs.

This is not a problem for Lin Han.

He and Mr. Zhang worked together to gently turn over the herbs and rice paper.

Then, under the light, spray the lower layer of rice paper.

This piece of Xuan paper is the Ming Dynasty's imperial Xuan paper that Lin Han bought at an auction.

As the name suggests, Neigong is specially made for use within the palace.

Its collection value and practicality are much higher than that of contemporary Xuan paper.

Among them, there is the characteristic that after being soaked in water, rice paper can be split into two.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, the upper layer of the soaked rice paper floated up.

Lin Han gently cut along the edge of the black hole.

Then use a lubricating anti-patch and press it on top.

After doing all this, Lin Han stood up and let out a long sigh.

Zhuang Yao, Shen Nianyi and others, who had been holding their breath and not daring to speak, finally dared to ask.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Han nodded: "Okay."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in their chairs as if they were exhausted.

Everyone quieted down, and it became even more difficult for Boss Wang to escape.

He stood up from the chair on tiptoe, with an apologetic look on his face that said "Sorry to bother you, I should leave now", and walked towards the door quietly.

"Boss Wang, are you leaving? You won't watch for a while?"

Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, he was stopped by Lin Han.

Boss Wang quickly waved his hand: "It's getting late, you should rest too."

"Well, have you asked your friend if Hai Rui has ever painted?"

"Hehe...it doesn't matter whether I've drawn it before or not."

Lao Wang scratched his head, obviously not wanting to answer the question directly.

Lin Han sneered: "Forget it, bye!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Boss Wang forced a smile that was uglier than crying and fled out of Shuangmu Forest.

As soon as he went out, his face fell and his back became a little shorter.

Scholars at the museum said that Hai Rui did paint, but it was just one painting, which should be called Countryside Grass.

The scholar also said that if anyone had native grass, it would be a priceless treasure!

Not to mention Christie’s, even the London Beauty House is scrambling for it!

Boss Wang didn’t dare to listen to what was said afterwards.

He has a bad heart and is afraid of being angry to death.

well!

I have been a boss for so many years, and I am already in my forties or fifties, but I didn’t expect to fall into the hands of a young man like Lin Han!

The next day.

As soon as Mr. Zhang woke up, he hurried to the outer room to look at the painting.

He gently removed the horizontal lines on the painting.

Then carefully turn it over.

The complete sketch of the village is presented before our eyes.

The black holes as big as bowls yesterday have disappeared, replaced by complete, flawless rocks.

Even the edges of the stitching and mending have no visible traces.

It is so natural and more authentic than the original.

Oh my god…

Mr. Zhang sighed, put the painting on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa, unable to calm down for a long time.

Lin Han, this young man who is forty years younger than Zhang Lao, is so amazing!

It’s so powerful that it’s unbelievable.

Too powerful to be an ordinary person!

For the first time ever, Mr. Zhang did not clean the outside of the shop, nor did he remove the dust.

Just sat there until Lin Han and Huangfu Xue came in.