The Strongest Mad Son-in-law

"Ah? Why not sell it? The price Uncle Jia offered isn't low either!"

Jiang Xuezhun looked at Xu Hao with some confusion and said.

Jia Xuesheng also said, "My young friend, if you think the price is low, we can raise it, because I really do like collecting Old Master Qi's work."

Xu Hao smiled and said, "It's not that the price is low, it's that the value of this piece of calligraphy far exceeds that."

"What do you mean?" Jia Xuesheng asked in confusion.

"This piece of calligraphy was indeed written by Old Master Qi, that's correct, but there is something much more valuable hidden inside."

Xu Hao took the calligraphy, smiled, and said, "I'm afraid if I take out what's inside, it will frighten everyone."

The crowd showed their disdain, as they despised those who deliberately mystify things.

Someone couldn't help but speak out, "Although we aren't as wealthy as some people here, we have seen many precious cultural relics. This is just a replica, and you think it will scare us?"

"Right, young man, are you implying that you look down on us?"

"Since you've said so much, then take it out and let us have a look!"

Xu Hao smiled and said, "I do not look down on anyone, but the item inside is indeed quite valuable."

Jia Xuesheng immediately said, "What exactly is inside? Just take it out; I don't believe that after seeing so much, I would still be frightened by you!"

With a faint smile, Xu Hao secretly exerted Qi Force in his hand, and the piece of imitation paper astonishingly slid from his hand!

In Xu Hao's hand, there remained an aged sheet of paper!

Clearly, this paper had originally been wrapped inside the outer layer of paper.

"Let me have a look."

Jia Xuesheng immediately came over and looked closely.

Once he saw it clearly, his calm broke, and his voice trembled more and more, "This... these characters are light as tea, warm as jade, firm as iron… Is this... could this be...?"

Xu Hao smiled and said, "That's right, this piece of calligraphy was likely created about seven or eight hundred years ago, so it is definitely an authentic work by Zhao Mengfu."

"That's absolutely impossible!" someone in the crowd yelled in disbelief.

"How could an authentic work of Zhao Mengfu appear here?"

"Yes, that's definitely fake! All fake!"

The shop owner was also becoming anxious, he looked eagerly at Jia Xuesheng, hoping Jia Xuesheng would say that the calligraphy was a fake.

Jia Xuesheng took over the calligraphy and pulled out the magnifying glass he carried, scrutinizing it carefully.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Finally, Jia Xuesheng lifted his head, quivering, and spoke with joy, "This piece of calligraphy is an authentic work of Zhao Mengfu!"

Everyone erupted in excitement!

Jia Xuesheng carefully examined it, so there was no mistake in what he said—it was an authentic piece!

Jia Xuesheng's eyes would not leave the calligraphy for a second, and he said with a delighted expression, "I never thought I would see an authentic work in my lifetime. These are always kept in the hands of private collectors who never let others see them. Even though this is only one of five pages, its value is extremely high, at least worth tens of millions!"

At this point, someone taunted, "How utterly foolish, not only did they give away an expertly imitated piece of Master Qi's calligraphy, but they also included an authentic work by Zhao Mengfu!"

The shop owner was filled with regret at this point. He hurriedly said to Jiang Xuezhun, "Miss, I'll give you that high-quality imitation painting, and you give me this piece of calligraphy, okay?"

Jiang Xuezhun looked him up and down and said coldly, "Hmph! Your brain must be broken, but mine isn't! This single page is worth over ten million yuan, why would I exchange it with you?"

The crowd looked at the owner but felt no sympathy for him; everything that had happened was simply the result of his own doing.

Xu Hao spoke indifferently, "Had you not tried to cheat us, I wouldn't have bothered buying this calligraphy, since I'm not in need of this small amount of money. But you violated the ethics of doing business, even resorting to deception. You have nobody to blame but yourself."

At this time, Jia Xuesheng, too, felt it inappropriate to ask Xu Hao to sell the calligraphy to him, as he didn't have the financial means to purchase a piece worth tens of millions.

However, Xu Hao suddenly handed over the high-quality imitation of Qi Baishi's calligraphy to him, "Professor Jia, this piece of calligraphy is for you. Thank you for your righteous intervention earlier."

Jia Xuesheng quickly objected, "I can't accept this! I did not accomplish anything worthy of reward, and I can't say I rendered any help."

Xu Hao unhesitatingly stuffed it into his hands and smiled, "Many people saw that the owner was cheating us, but it was you who stood up. Consider this calligraphy as our way of showing gratitude."

Jiang Xuezhun also spoke, "That's right, Uncle Jia, please accept it."

Jia Xuesheng caught the calligraphy and said, "Well then, I shall accept it with thanks, but I still insist on transferring the fifty thousand yuan to Miss Jiang's account."

"There's no need for that," Xu Hao said. "Consider the calligraphy a gift for Professor Jia. As for this piece, if given to Elder Jiang, he should like it."

Xu Hao gestured dismissively and then left with Jiang Xuezhun.