"Why?"

Deng Xinhe said depressedly, "Just a broken box, what should I buy it for?"

Qin Xi smiled unfathomablely, revealing two pointed tiger teeth, and said quirkyly, "Of course, I'm saving money to buy other things. In this way, I'll teach you a way. You can take this box and buy another fake. Then you know!"

Deng Xinhe almost choked by his saliva, wondering, he is the eldest son of the Deng family, and he doesn't buy any genuine works, and buys a fake to fool the old man. Does he think he has a long life? Or is Qin Xi full of food?

Is this what people do?

"I said Miss Qin, if I get a fake, my old man will definitely peel my skin." Deng Xinhe said bitterly.

Qin Xi patted his shoulder, and everything was in the deep look in his grasp, and said, "Don't worry, I promise that your skin will be left on you."

Deng Xinhe's eyes lit up and he asked anxiously, "Do you have a way?"

Qin Xi casually whispered, "Of course, wouldn't it be enough to find a painting that looks a little bit?"

How many people twitched their mouths, is this the way you thought?

However, Qin Xi was very serious and there was no joke at all. Moreover, his eyes kept patrolling the store.

Deng Xinhe felt so distressed!

If Qin Xi was not his life-saving straw, Deng Xinhe would guarantee that he would throw this woman out.

Song Wei was not anxious, and looked at all this gloatingly. He could see that Deng Xinhe was very careful about this woman, as if he was afraid of offending her.

He wanted to see what tricks this woman was going to play.

Qin Xi originally wanted to find a painting instead. As long as he could get silk, this was a business that would make a profit without losing money.

Clinker, when she saw a pair of worn-out calligraphy and paintings hanging in the corner, her heart suddenly jumped up. She tried her best to curb her excitement, pointed at it casually, and tried to make the voice sound as stable as possible, and said, "Just that painting. I think this word is much better than Wang Xizhi's, and it will definitely fool your grandfather."

Deng Xinhe, "." Please stop talking!

He was about to say something, but was stopped by Liu Dequan on the side, and his eyes signaled him to be calm. Qin Xi was not a person who couldn't tell clearly.

Deng Xinhe wanted to speak but stopped, so he could only shut up silently.

Qin Xi looked at the antique shop owner who was laughing worse than crying and asked, "Boss, how do you sell that gray painting?"

The antique shop owner was so angry that he was so angry. What is a painting that fell from dust? Is it reminding him that the painting is a fake?

I have ruined my business with such a big order. Where did you come from to remind me that it is a fake?

The antique shop owner smiled without blushing, "This lady has such a good eye. This calligraphy and painting is the original work of Tang Bohu. Although it is not as good as Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and paintings, it is definitely a good idea!"

"Boss, you have a lot of authentic works!" Qin Xi said with a slight smile, "Tell me, how valuable is your authentic works of Tang Bohu?"

The antique shop owner was a little guilty when he was seen, but he still said calmly, "800,000, this is the conscience price in the industry!"

Qin Xi smiled and said, "8 yuan, will you sell it? If you don't sell it, we will leave. Let your painting continue to fall into dust! Anyway, what I want is a fake, and you buy it wherever you buy it, so why bother to act as a sucker for you!"

The antique shop owner gritted her teeth and cut her heart into pieces, "Sell!"

Qin Xi, "." I'd known it would have been 80 cents!

Deng Xinhe, "." dropped from 800,000 to 8 yuan?

Who else?

Qin Xi walked to Song Wei and said with a smile, "This handsome guy, we bought this box and the painting belongs to you. How about it?"

Then, he said in a voice that only two people heard, "Tell you secretly that guy came from the capital and is very rich."

Song Wei, “Trade!”

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!