Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

Su Jiang knew they were once again stunned by his outrageous actions.

"Su Jiang, were you scammed? Which store did you buy it from? I'll talk to them for you. If they refuse to refund your money, we'll sue them for maliciously misleading consumers."

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Zhu Fei shouted.

He looked as if he wanted to tear the person who sold the calligraphy and paintings to Su Jiang to pieces on the spot.

Lin Wanqing's pretty eyebrows were also tightly furrowed.

In her mind, she was already thinking of a way to get a million yuan from her family to help Su Jiang fill this hole and prevent him from falling into an economic crisis.

While they were each lost in their own thoughts and making their own plans...

"Get lost! You think I'm that easy to fool!" Su Jiang laughed and cursed.

Then he said to Zhang Zetian.

"Mr. Zhang, have you noticed the quality of the paper in this calligraphy and painting?"

"kindness?"

Zhang Zetian was taken aback by Su Jiang's words.

Somewhat surprised, he began to examine the calligraphy and painting again:

"I just looked at this piece of paper, and it is indeed quite unusual, but I can't find anything particularly special about it."

"No, no, no," Su Jiang shook his head.

"Look at the back of this paper; it should be paper used by the imperial family in ancient times. But on the front, it looks like just some high-quality paper."

"As for this copyist, it seems that he is deliberately hiding something in his calligraphy. I would say that this copyist himself has a certain level of skill, but he chose to copy."

In conclusion, this painting and calligraphy contains a wealth of secrets!

As he spoke, Su Jiang picked up a pair of scissors and carefully peeled off the mounting of the calligraphy and painting along the edges.

As Su Jiang moved, the calligraphy and painting were uncovered.

Su Jiang casually crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Zhang Zetian immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Um!"

He exclaimed in surprise.

On the mounting paper behind the calligraphy and painting, there is a square frame that is smaller than the one on top.

The layer of paper on the frame was added later.

At this point, Su Jiang's reminder was no longer needed.

Zhang Zetian took a fine knife and carefully peeled off the layer of paper covering the paper.

As this layer of mounting paper is peeled off.

A piece of calligraphy appeared at the bottom of the mounting paper.

After watching for a long time, Zhang Zetian couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"It was him! Many archaeological experts have been wondering why this piece of calligraphy was missing; it turns out it was here!"

"What's wrong, Grandpa Zhang? Is this calligraphy special?" Zhu Fei couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Zetian's performance made him realize that Su Jiang hadn't misjudged the product; the fake item was counterfeit, but the contents inside were genuine!

"This is a piece of calligraphy by Emperor Qianlong. According to historical records, when Emperor Qianlong was old, he only had four sons left. One day, he wrote a piece of calligraphy for each of his four sons."

"But now, people can only find three of them. The whereabouts of one is unknown. Everyone thinks that it may not have been taken out when the Yuanmingyuan was destroyed, so it was destroyed along with it."

"Looking back now, it must have been those eunuchs who smuggled it out."

"I didn't notice a detail just now: the wooden scrolls on both sides of this painting are slightly thicker than those of ordinary paintings. Royal paintings and calligraphy typically use thicker wooden scrolls!"

Zhang Zetian couldn't help but exclaim in surprise and began to explain.

Even Su Jiang hadn't expected that beneath this painting and calligraphy lay an authentic work by Emperor Qianlong.

It now appears that the true value of this calligraphy piece should be between 30 and 40 million.

In a daze, the way Zhang Zetian, Zhu Fei, and Lin Wanqing looked at Su Jiang changed again.

They were all feeling sorry for Su Jiang just now, but now they are nothing but shocked by Su Jiang.

"I estimate that this calligraphy should be worth 38 million," Zhang Zetian estimated after pondering for a long time.

Su Jiang nodded after hearing this.

"What! Thirty-eight million?!"

Zhu Fei, who was standing to the side, immediately raised his voice eight octaves and shouted it out.

Unexpectedly, Su Jiang's one million directly triggered a price of thirty-eight million.

"It depends on the final price; it might even go up." Zhang Zetian didn't rule out any possibility.

Zhu Fei felt somewhat embarrassed at this moment.

Just now, I was even thinking of helping Su Jiang get back his money and get that million back.

So it turns out I was the clown all along.

Lin Wanqing's cherry lips also parted slightly.

Su Jiang's ability to make money is just too amazing!

Su Jiang remained calm and composed: "Well, I wonder if you, Elder Zhang, know of any suitable places to sell this calligraphy? I think most small antique shops wouldn't be able to handle such a piece."

"Yes." Old Zhang nodded. After retiring, he did know some companies that specialized in trading valuable antiques.

"I'll contact them for you later," Old Zhang replied.

"Well, thank you very much, Elder Zhang."

The three of them sat and drank tea with Zhang Zetian for a while longer.

Su Jiang and the others then got up to say goodbye and leave.

Of course, Zhang Zetian didn't drink the tea for nothing. Su Jiang left behind three pieces of his calligraphy before they let him leave.

It feels like a loss.

After getting into the Mercedes-Benz G-Class, I casually placed the calligraphy and painting in the trunk.

Su Jiang then drove back to Donghu Jiayuan.

There's also Lin Keke at home, and it's not good to leave her at home all the time.

Just as Su Jiang was about to start the car, his phone rang again.

I took out my phone and saw the incoming call notification.

Su Jiang sighed.