"That's right, that's not how the rules of Xiguan Antique City work. This only shows that you are incapable of making mistakes. If everyone is like you, wouldn't the rules be messed up?"
"That's right, that's right, Boss Wang can't do this..."
For a while, other antique shop owners came to the aid of Fatty Wang and criticized Zhang Wenguo, Ye Aiqin and his friend Lin Wenshan.
"you…"
Zhang Wenguo's face was red and he was very excited. These people were so confident in selling fake paintings. Ye Aiqin was even more angry and cursed.
But antique shop owners like Wang Bao don't care at all. This is not the first time this has happened.
There are also rules in the antique world. I can only blame Zhang Wenguo for not being good at it and making a mistake.
"Dad, Mom."
Jiang Minghao came over on an electric bike and squeezed the crowd in. Zhang Wenguo said: "Xiao Jiang, why are you here?"
"Well, Ziyao called me and asked me to come over and advise you." Jiang Minghao looked at Zhang Wenguo and the gentle and elegant man next to him, Lin Wenshan, who looked like a scholar.
"He is my son-in-law Jiang Minghao, and it was he who realized that this painting was a fake." Zhang Wenguo introduced Jiang Minghao to Lin Wenshan.
"oh"
Lin Wenshan showed surprise and looked at Jiang Minghao. Jiang Minghao also nodded slightly and said hello to him.
"What advice is there? What's the use of this waste like you?"
Ye Aiqin turned around and scolded Jiang Minghao, then pointed at Wang Bao, the owner of Huabao Pavilion, and the others, scolding like shrewish women: "You damn people, don't think this matter is over.
Let me tell you, I don’t care about getting the money back, but you sold fake painters to my man, you must give an explanation, don’t think that my Ye family is easy to bully.”
"Ye family!"
Fatty Wang and other antique shop owners were slightly shocked when they heard about the Ye family.
"Why, are you scared?" Ye Aiqin looked proudly at Wang Bao and the others, and sneered proudly.
"Ha ha…"
But the next second, waiting for Ye Aiqin to be proud, Fatty Wang and the shop owners burst out laughing.
Wang Bao glanced at Ye Aiqin with disdain and sneered: "You are not from our antique world, so what if your Ye family is rich and powerful in Yulin City?
I said this painting is real, it is real, don’t be shameless here, the Antique City has rules, and you are not allowed to be wild here."
"That's right, everyone, please comment. How can you do something like this? You bought a painting one night and then brought it back and said it was fake. Then can we say that you deliberately brought a fake painting back to deliberately slander us?
"
"That's right, there is no such reason..."
Other store owners echoed this, and even passers-by and other collectors felt that Zhang Wenguo and the others were in the wrong and were standing by indifferently.
In particular, Ye Aiqin brought out the Ye family to bully her, which was even more disgusting and ridiculing.
"I don't care, you have to explain to me..."
Ye Aiqin's face was full of anger, pointing at Fatty Wang and the others, making a fuss without mercy.
Even Jiang Minghao, who came over, lost his composure when he saw his mother-in-law acting so shamelessly, causing Zhang Wenguo and Lin Wenshan to be pointed at by the crowd.
Jiang Minghao naturally couldn't speak. He would not be stupid enough to bump into his mother-in-law's gunshot. Immediately, he stared at the door of Huabao Pavilion, where some ancient paintings were hanging. His eyes flickered and he stared at a pair of eight major landscape paintings.
It seems.
"Typical Eight Great Landscape Paintings."
Lin Wenshan also came over, looked at the painting, shook his head and said with a smile: "Although it is dated, the brushwork is messy and the layout is lacking. It only copies the three-part portrait, but loses seven points of its meaning. It is not worth collecting."
"Well, I don't know how to draw." Jiang Minghao turned around and smiled at Lin Wenshan.
Lin Wenshan smiled and said: "You can tell at a glance that the painting is a fake, which means you have good observation skills. Are you interested in learning?"
Jiang Minghao stretched out his hand to touch the painting, ignored Lin Wenshan, turned to Wang Bao, the owner of Huabao Pavilion, and said, "Boss, how do you sell this painting?"
"You are talking about this painting. This is a painting from the Republic of China period. Although it is a copy, the price is not cheap. It costs 10,000 yuan." Wang Bao saw at a glance that Jiang Minghao was a novice.
"Ten thousand is a bit expensive..."
Jiang Minghao frowned slightly, and now he couldn't come up with a thousand yuan even if he was asked to do so.
I used to pay thousands of dollars in rent for treating Wang Lin, Hu Daxiong and others, but now I have nothing in my pocket.
"Jiang Minghao, what do you want to do? Do you still want to buy his paintings? Do you want to make me angry to death?" Ye Aiqin pointed at Jiang Minghao and cursed angrily.
"This painting is not worth buying." Next to him, Lin Wenshan shook his head and said.
"Xiaojiang, don't buy it. Let's go back."
Zhang Wenguo pulled Jiang Minghao and was criticized by everyone. His old face could no longer stand up to him.
"In this case, you don't want to make trouble here. It won't be good for anyone. Just think of this painting as a gift from me. Just take it and leave." Wang Bao put the painting away and gave it to Jiang Minghao.
Drive them away quickly.
"let's go…"
Zhang Wenguo didn't care about anything else and forced Ye Aiqin to ask Lin Wenshan to leave. He knew that he was in the wrong and if he continued to struggle, he would only be embarrassed and ridiculed.
"Wait a minute, boss."
However, Jiang Minghao raised the painting in his hand to Wang Bao and said, "Are you sure you gave it to us?"
"I'll give it to you as I said. You're really young, just take the painting and leave." Wang Bao said angrily and stopped.
No one knows this painting better than Wang Bao. He knows that it was a copy of a painting during the Republic of China and has no collection value, so it is worthless. Now it is given to Jiang Minghao, just to let them calm down the matter and not want to continue to make trouble.
"Okay, boss, please give me a table and a bottle of water." Jiang Minghao took the painting and said to Wang Bao.
"What do you want to do?"
Wang Bao was confused, Lin Wenshan, Zhang Wenguo and the others were also in a daze, not knowing what Jiang Minghao was going to do.
"Test whether this painting is worth anything!" Jiang Minghao held up the painting in his hand and said with a gentle smile.
"Isn't it just a copy of the Eight Great Landscape Paintings of the Republic of China? How else can it be verified?"
"Haha, this young man, don't you want to test whether this painting has an interlayer?" An experienced collector couldn't help laughing when he heard that Jiang Minghao wanted to test the painting in water.
"Impossible. If there was a layer in this painting, I would have noticed it a long time ago. Then can he get his turn?" Boss Wang Baobai and Jiang Minghao took a look and said firmly.
Lin Wenshan shook his head and smiled. He had also seen the painting just now and found no interlayer at all.
"Xiao Jiang, it's better to go back and take another test at home."
Zhang Wenguo also felt that Jiang Minghao was fooling around, so he took him back, not wanting to be embarrassed again.
"Dad, take this, I'll buy a bottle of water."
Jiang Minghao gave the painting to Zhang Wenguo, turned around and went to the canteen of the store next door to buy a bottle of mineral water. He immediately ran back and asked Zhang Wenguo to open the painting and lay it sideways.
Wang Bao's bosses and passers-by, as well as Lin Wenshan and Ye Aiqin looked at Jiang Minghao and saw him unscrewing the mineral water and pouring it directly onto the drawing paper.
When the Chinese painting encountered water, the eight landscape paintings on it instantly began to spread out like splashes of ink. The onlookers Lin Wenshan, Wang Bao and others could not help but stare in surprise. They stared at the painting like ink splashes of color, which gradually changed into another one.
painting…
"What...what's happening? How did it become like this?"