At the same time, everyone onlookers looked at Chen Yang with astonishment and started talking.
"Is this kid crazy?"
"No, you actually spent one million yuan to buy a fake painting that is not worth ten thousand yuan."
"..."
Mr. Xu and Mr. Li stood aside, looking at the calm Chen Yang through the crowd. From their frowning brows, they both felt that what the boy in front of them was doing was incredible.
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When Ling San heard that Chen Yang was really willing to spend one million to buy his fake painting, he immediately became overjoyed. He burst out laughing and said, "Okay, I'll just write you a receipt. But you have to say it."
In the front, you can’t regret it!”
Finally, under Chen Yang's repeated insistence, Liu Zhixiang agreed to lend him money. Next, under the witness of two experts and puzzled people, Chen Yang and Ling San completed the transaction through the POS machine.
"Haha! What an idiot!"
Ling San held the bank card in his hand, stared at Chen Yang and let out a sly laugh. Everyone looked at Chen Yang and shook their heads and sighed.
However, Chen Yang did not pay attention to everyone, but after looking at the calligraphy and painting for a few times, he turned his attention to the waiter standing aside and said: "Brother, can you bring me a basin of water?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then nodded and left.
"Hey, Chen Yang, what are you doing? Why do you want water?"
Liu Zhixiang was completely confused by Chen Yang's actions.
"We'll find out later, haha..."
Chen Yang turned around and gave him a mysterious smile, giving him a pass.
After a while, the waiter brought a basin of water and placed it under the long table in the hall at Chen Yang's signal.
I saw Chen Yang spreading the purchased calligraphy and paintings on the long table, and then he asked for a rag from the service counter and soaked it in water.
"What are you doing? Pretending to be a ghost, let me see if you can still come up with something?"
"Ha ha……"
Ling San poked his head and taunted for a while, then the few scoundrels following him burst into gloating laughter.
At this time, Chen Yang took a wet rag and wiped it on the calligraphy and painting several times, and the calligraphy and painting were completely soaked.
I saw him put down the rag, walked to the end of the table, stretched out his hands, twisted the two corners of the calligraphy and painting, and then gently peeled off the upper layer of calligraphy and painting.
When everyone saw Chen Yang peeling off the first layer of calligraphy and painting to reveal the second layer of calligraphy and painting, their faces were filled with light of surprise. He poked his head and stared with an incredible expression on his face.
"This, how is this possible?"
"Oh my god, there's a picture-in-picture?"
"..."
Everyone showed surprised expressions.
Chen Yang put down the first layer of calligraphy and painting that he had removed, looked around with sharp eyes, saw the waiter and said, "Please help me find a hair dryer."
At this time, two experts from the capital, Mr. Xu and Mr. Li, walked over with astonishment on their faces. They both took out their reading glasses and carefully studied the second layer of calligraphy and painting.
Damn it! There are actually two paintings? Ling San cursed in anger!
More than ten minutes later, the second layer of calligraphy and painting had been dried, and the two experts had finished studying it. They looked at Chen Yang solemnly and did not speak for a long time.
"Chen Yang, are you good at it? How did you discover the second layer of paintings?"
Liu Zhixiang suddenly realized that he could not figure out Chen Yang more and more, and felt that he seemed to have special powers.
"This is the answer to the mystery. I'll tell you later."
Chen Yang looked back slightly and glanced at Liu Zhixiang's curious expression, then turned his proud gaze to Mr. Xu and said: "Mr. Xu, you have finished reading the painting, please give it a review."
"Cough, cough... This second layer of "Apricot Blossom Ladies" is the real work. It is the pinnacle of Tang Bohu's work and is extremely representative. Ten years ago, someone offered 30 million yuan to buy it, and the owners all
Not sold. But now, based on the current market price, it is no less than this amount."
While speaking, Mr. Xu stretched out four fingers and waved them in front of everyone.
"It's gone up to four million?"
Ling San blurted out with his eyes widened. At this moment, he suddenly regretted selling the painting to Chen Yang.
"No, not four million, but forty million!"
Mr. Xu shook his head with a serious expression on his face.
"ah!"
Everyone exclaimed again.
At this moment, a middle-aged man from Guangzhou businessmen suddenly walked up to Chen Yang and said, "I bought this painting for 40 million."
However, Chen Yang just looked at him with a calm face, smiled slightly and said, "Sorry, I don't plan to sell it."
Before Chen Yang could finish his words, Liu Zhixiang became a little anxious. He tugged at the corner of his clothes and whispered: "Chen Yang, sell it. This is 40 million. It's a matter of changing hands..."
"This painting is mine, I, I won't sell it."
Suddenly, Ling San quickly walked up to Chen Yang and stretched out his hand to grab the painting.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? We still have the receipt for selling the painting in our hands. How can you say this painting is yours?"
Chen Yang stretched out his hand to stop Ling San and shouted sharply.
"Can I not sell it?"
"No! If you accept the money, then this painting will be mine. Don't you, a big man like you, not understand this simple truth? Did you get water in your head or was you kicked by a donkey?"
Chen Yang said with a cold smile.
"Chen Yang, you are looking for death! Brothers, cut out his tongue!"
Ling San was choked by Chen Yang and couldn't say a word. He hesitated and waved to the bodyguard behind him.
"Ling San, I think you dare! I brought Chen Yang here. If you dare to touch him today, you will be at odds with me, Liu Zhixiang!"
Liu Zhixiang hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of Chen Yang, protecting him behind him.
"Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to tell me what to do in front of me? I'm going to touch him today, what's wrong?"
Unconvinced, Ling San pointed at Liu Zhixiang's nose with a dark face and shouted loudly.
"Stop! Am I qualified?"
Just as the two sides were at war with each other, a soft female voice suddenly came from the crowd.
The two parties and everyone followed the sound, and saw Mu Baixue, the owner of the club, returning to the exhibition hall. The fragrant breeze blew, and the clothes were fluttering. When she walked to the center of the exhibition hall, she looked around Liu Zhixiang and Ling San with sharp eyes.
"Master Ling, please restrain yourself! This is my territory, and I won't allow you to cause trouble! If you dare to be violent on my territory, don't blame me for being rude!"
Mu Baixue shot two sharp eyes at Ling San, feeling chilled.
A woman, and a beautiful but incompetent woman at that, can run a lively and invincible position in a crowded entertainment venue. Her skills are by no means ordinary.
When Ling San saw Mu Baixue coming to stop him, he gritted his teeth and endured it, smiling: "Boss Mu, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Mr. Liu and I were joking."
Mu Baixue glared at him and snorted coldly, then turned to look at everyone and shouted sternly: "Chen Yang is the little lady's guest. Bosses, please give the little lady a good deal and don't embarrass him!"