As A Trash Collector, I Collected A Imperial Jade Seal

He then shifted his gaze to another painting, an ink wash masterpiece.

“The craftsmanship is remarkable, but who is the artist?”

He noticed a small seal at the bottom.

“Baishi…”

A moment passed, and then realization dawned on Luo Feng.

Could this be a Qi Baishi painting? “This appears to be a Chinese ink wash painting, correct?” “It certainly is, why even ask!”

“Who is the artist, and from which era does this work originate?” Luo Feng replied, “It’s contemporary, by Qi Baishi!”

“Damn, it’s Qi Baishi indeed. How could his painting end up here?”

“It must be a counterfeit, right?”

“It has to be a forgery!”

“I also hope it’s a forgery, but it seems…” Lord Fujii, standing on the sidelines, fell silent. While not an expert, he had some understanding of Chinese ink wash paintings. A quick look at this work didn’t suggest a forgery to him.

“I believe it’s authentic, but I have no idea how it ended up here,” Luo Feng initially nodded in agreement, then shook his head in confusion.

Even without a system prompt, Luo Feng, who had seen countless artifacts and works of art, could recognize the mastery of the artist at first glance.

Undoubtedly, it was the work of a master.

“This must be an original, Qi Baishi’s ‘Peach Blossom Dock’!”

“Unbelievable, ‘Peach Blossom Dock’, an original, ended up in Sakura Nation?”

“Is this painting very valuable?”

“If it’s by Qi Baishi, I presume it’s quite valuable!”

“I recall a Qi Baishi painting selling for around ten billion, right?”

“Unbelievable, a modern painter’s work fetching such a high price, that’s extraordinary! ”

“In the world of art, precedence doesn’t dictate value!”

“Indeed, if you have the fame of Mona Lisa, anything you create could be a world-beater!”

When discussing modern painters, two names are indispensable.

One is Xu Beihong, the other is Qi Baishi.

This painting, according to the system’s estimate, was worth around seventy-eight million.

This reflected its significant status in the world of painting.

Luo Feng turned his attention to the next painting, depicting two white hibiscus with a tinge of red.

The painting was titled “Red and White Hibiscus.”

Upon seeing this, a wave of amusement swept over Luo Feng, causing his eyes to twitch slightly. “Lord Fujii!”

“What is it?”

“Could you please contact the Tokyo Museum?”

“Huh?”

“Why contact the Tokyo Museum?”

“Could you inform them that their ‘Red and White Hibiscus’ on display is likely a forgery?”

Upon hearing this, Fujii felt a knot tighten in his stomach.

Could the original be right here on this wall?

Despite his reservations, Fujii made the call. He now had a responsibility to alert the museum to prepare for this revelation. “What? A forgery?”

“How can that be, stop spouting nonsense!”

“Ah, it was suggested by Master Yamamoto at your side?”

“Then we will arrange for someone to re-evaluate it!”

From the conversation, it was evident.

The person at the Tokyo Museum was initially dismissive of the news. But once they heard a master at Fujii’s side had made the claim.

They could no longer ignore it.

They desired further evaluation.

There was a slow, sinking realization of despair in their voice.

Fujii, too, was taken aback. These treasures were only unearthed because he had invited Luo Feng.

“Host, this discovery is truly staggering!”

“Hahaha, they have a similar piece in their museum, and now you’ve uncovered another?”

“I bet the one in the museum is fake, and the one you’ve found here is the real deal!”

When the netizens caught wind of this.

Their joy was comparable to that of two-hundred-pound children at a candy store.

This ‘Red and White Hibiscus’, six billion according to the system’s estimate, but Luo Feng speculated that if it were to be auctioned, it could easily fetch seven or eight billion, or even ten billion.

Unfazed, Luo Feng pressed forward, meticulously inspecting the wall and ensuring nothing was overlooked.

Initially, his focus had been on the cabinets upon entry due to their prominence, and he hadn’t taken notice of the wall paintings.

After some time, however, it seemed this painting was the last of its kind. There was no other.

Displayed was a piece of calligraphy, set on a scroll, approximately half a meter in both length and width.

On the yellowed paper was an intricate cursive script.

Scattered around the model script were a dozen or so seals.

Luo Feng read the cursive script, whispering, “With respect… Satoshi Santo…”

By the time he finished reading, Luo Feng’s eyes were sparkling with excitement.

He struggled to contain his exhilaration. The discovery was simply too astounding..