"What, this painting is also authentic?"

"Oh my God, how is it possible? Isn't there already an authentic painting in the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Industry?"

"Mounters, I just remembered that they do have such a skill. They can peel off a painting and sell it multiple times."

"This young man named Zhao has obviously figured it out early on. No wonder he always looks confident."

"It's an authentic work. It's an authentic work by Wu Daozi. It's only two hundred taels..."

"..."

The guests kept making noises, and the wealthy businessman who had seen the original work at the residence of the Minister of Industry was stunned. He was lucky enough to see the original work, but he did not expect that he fell into a blind spot and blindly believed that the painting on the scene was a fake.

He also didn't expect that Zhao Wujiang would be involved in such a wide range of things at such a young age. His clear and coherent knowledge of antiques was like an old fox who had been immersed in the antique market for many years.

When the old man in yellow robe saw Zhao Wujiang carrying Shili Qingshan Chicken Pecking Rice Picture back, he stretched out his hand and felt his mouth was dry.

When he was glad that the painting did not lose money, he did not expect that Zhao Wujiang's words gave him a heavy blow. Now he wanted to give himself a slap in the face. After hosting so many auctions, why did he forget that before putting it into the auction house, the chamber of commerce had a dedicated person?

Has it been inspected?

How could those old foxes get a counterfeit... The old man in yellow robe was full of regret, and his eyes looked serious when he looked at Zhao Wujiang.

No wonder Miss Xueer would personally accompany this young man named Zhao to the auction. It turns out that he is not just a gentle and handsome young man, but also knowledgeable and calm.

Recalling Qin Chen's sarcastic and provocative words just now, but Zhao Wujiang ignored them, and recalling the guests laughing and pointing out, Zhao Wujiang's unfazed manner, the old man in yellow robe shuddered in his heart. Compared with Zhao Wujiang, this Qin Chen is like a playboy.

Like a second generation ancestor.

Feng Xueer also sat on the chair in a daze, watching Zhao Wujiang return to his seat with a smile and holding the wooden box, her beautiful eyes filled with waves.

Zhao Wujiang is not only handsome in appearance, but also has a calm and relaxed attitude in his work. Moreover, Zhao Wujiang is a good friend of the leader of the Dijiao Clan, so he must have a wide network of contacts.

The calm demeanor and the humble conversation just now, he didn't show off deliberately, how could he be so attractive...

This is the real young talent... Feng Xueer's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, staring into Zhao Wujiang's deep eyes.

The noise of the guests was mixed with annoyance and praise for Zhao Wujiang, and the eyes looking at Zhao Wujiang began to show appreciation.

Many guests also looked at Qin Chen, their eyes sizing up as if they were comparing the two, and their sighs seeming to mock Qin Chen for overestimating his abilities.

This scene fell into Qin Chen's eyes, piercing his mind like a sharp knife. His fists were clenched tightly, and his back teeth were clenching.

Zhao Wujiang's last calm words counterattacked everyone, causing him, Qin Chen, to act like a clown now.

What's even more disgusting is that Zhao Wujiang never showed the slightest feeling of hatred towards him from beginning to end, nor did he look at him again after winning. This made him feel humiliated, unprecedented humiliation, just like a goshawk that doesn't care about the ants on the ground.

, because of disdain.

His body trembled, his face gradually distorted, and he breathed heavily, trying to suppress the rising anger. However, when he glanced at Feng Xueer's eyes not far away and looked at Zhao Wujiang, his eyes began to contain tenderness, and the resentment in his heart reached its peak.

to the top.

In the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, why do you, surnamed Zhao, provoke me, Qin Chen? I will make you cut off your hands and feet and kneel down to beg for mercy! Qin Chen roared in his heart.

At the same time, the old man in yellow robe sent someone to pass the news to the president's study on the third floor about Zhao Wujiang's purchase of the authentic work of the painting saint Wu Daozi for two hundred taels at the auction house.

As a veteran who has presided over the auction for many years, he let Zhao Wujiang pick up the leak. Although he was not very happy, since Feng Xueer and Zhao Wujiang are close, he can let the president investigate Zhao Wujiang. If there is no problem, he will

It is also a good thing to wait for talents to stay in the chamber of commerce.

The Kyoto Chamber of Commerce must constantly learn to identify treasures, and even more so, talents.

...

Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, President's Study Room, 3rd floor, Fujia Pavilion.

The conversation between Feng Yuncai and Qi Lin was about to end when there was a sudden knock on the door:

"President, Mr. Huang asked me to deliver some news about the auction."

"Come in." Feng Yuncai frowned. He was a little confused. According to the time, the auction should only be halfway through, and the auction of the last broken sword had not yet started.

The gray-clothed employee bowed and told the story of Zhao Wujiang missing the authentic work of the painting saint Wu Daozi at the auction house. He also expressed the wishes of the old man in yellow robe, wanting the president to investigate this Zhao Wujiang.
Chapter completed!