Wu Yong had no idea what these people were thinking.
But there is one thing Wu Yong is sure of.
The real value of a spiritual object that contains such a rich energy of chaos is definitely more than 10,000 yuan. You will definitely make a profit by buying this painting.
The two of them were about to make a deal.
Suddenly, a surprised voice came from the door of the antique shop.
"Wu Yong? Why are you here?"
Wu Yong looked outside, and it turned out to be his roommate Zhou Peng.
Zhou Peng is a native of Jiangnan City. His family is in business and he is relatively wealthy. In addition to playing with cars and going to bars, he is also arty and plays with some antiques and jade articles.
Since he had nothing to do today, he wanted to go shopping in the antique street and buy a few things to play with.
Unexpectedly, I bumped into Wu Yong, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.
He walked in and asked in surprise: "Wu Yong, are you here to buy antique calligraphy and paintings too?"
Wu Yong smiled and said: "What a coincidence, you are here too. Yes, I came across a good painting and I want to buy it back."
Zhou Peng couldn't help but dumbfounded: "No, when did you have spare money to buy calligraphy and painting?"
He was well aware of Wu Yong's financial situation. He earned money through part-time jobs on weekdays, and he wanted to break a dollar in half and spend it.
Money-burning things like antiques, calligraphy and paintings are not something he can easily play with.
Zhou Peng had a good relationship with Wu Yong on weekdays. He knew that the antique calligraphy and painting industry was very deep. He was afraid that Wu Yong would be deceived, so he quickly snatched the painting from his hand and said, "Let me check it for you first. Don't worry."
People were deceived."
Zhou Peng opened the scroll, glanced at it and said, "This painting is no good, it's a fake."
The painting seller felt nervous and said hurriedly: "What nonsense are you talking about? This painting of mine is obviously authentic!"
Zhou Peng sneered: "Who are you fooling? Even a three-year-old child can see that it can't be fake anymore. This person's fine brushwork is very poor. Not to mention the essence of the painting, he can't even touch the surface. This kind of
You still have the nerve to say that a broken painting is authentic."
Zhou Peng's eyes were very vicious, and he could tell the truth at a glance.
But how can the painting seller be willing to admit it?
He said bravely: "Young man, don't talk nonsense, this is the real thing!"
Zhou Peng pouted: "It's weird if I believe you."
He advised Wu Yong: "This painting is too rubbish. It is really not popular and has no value in buying it. Come home with me and I will give you a few paintings that are several times better than this one."
Wu Yong smiled and said: "No, I think this painting is very good. I want to buy it back."
The painting seller was like a frost beating an eggplant, thinking that this business would definitely go bad.
Unexpectedly, it took a turn of events.
He was immediately overjoyed and gave Wu Yong a thumbs up: "Young man, you still have vision!"
Zhou Peng's eyes dropped to the floor.
What a discerning person you are, you can’t even tell someone is clearly trying to trick you!
He said with a speechless face: "If you really want to buy it, I can't stop you, but as I said before, this shabby painting is only worth five hundred yuan at most. You should weigh it yourself, and don't be fooled by him.
"
The rest of the people in the store all nodded inwardly after hearing this, secretly praising Zhou Peng for his sharp eyesight and being able to judge the approximate price at a glance. This silly boy has actually made a good friend.
The painting seller's eyes widened, and a fierce light suddenly appeared.
At this moment, he really wanted to eat Zhou Peng alive. This kid was just here to mess with him and ruin his good deeds.
"Young man, don't listen to his nonsense. Five hundred yuan, how is it possible? The scroll I painted is worth thousands. I won't sell it for ten thousand yuan. I'm not afraid to tell you openly, how many people are lining up to wait for ten thousand yuan.
I want to buy it. I just want to leave good things to you because I am destined to you." The painting seller said as if he was at a loss.
Wu Yong only sneered in his heart. It was not like he had not heard the conversation he had with the shop owner just now.
This guy obviously wanted to sell it for 500 yuan, but now he's bragging that he won't sell it until 10,000 yuan.
He thinks he is a fool.
However, how did he know that he could sense the true energy of chaos? He knew that this painting was extraordinary, and he would only make a profit after buying it for ten thousand yuan.
"Well, brother, you are right. This painting is indeed destined to me. I bought it for 10,000 yuan. Tell me the card number and I will transfer the money to you. But I have agreed in advance that after the transaction, the painting will be mine. You can't
Regret."
Under the almost dull gazes of everyone, Wu Yong said cheerfully.
The painting seller nodded like a fool, and promised without even thinking:
"I will never go back on my word!"
At that moment, Wu Yong happily transferred money to the painting seller using his mobile phone.
The painting seller was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
He was originally given away five hundred yuan, but unexpectedly sold it for ten thousand yuan. He was so happy that he fainted, thinking that this silly boy was really stupid.
Regret?
How could you regret it!
Zhou Peng shook his head and sighed.
"Wu Yong, I really don't know what to say to you."
"I'm usually a very smart person, so how could I be so stupid? Are you possessed by an evil spirit?"
The other onlookers in the store also expressed regret that they were another newbie who had been tricked.
On the other hand, the owner of Juyazhai's eyes brightened and he laughed happily.
"Little brother, I see that you seem to be very interested in calligraphy and painting. I have a few good treasures here. Come and take a look at them."
He took out two landscape paintings and unfolded them in front of Wu Yong.
"Brother, look, these two works of mine are also by famous artists, and they are much higher quality than the one you just bought. I think you are also a person who loves painting, so why not collect them together? I can give you a little
Give me a discount and treat it like making a friend."
It is rare to meet a "big business" like Wu Yong, and the owner is not willing to miss the opportunity to slaughter.
Others in the store looked at it and shook their heads.
Every time I encounter fat meat, I want to take a bite. I don’t know how much more this guy will be slaughtered today.
Unexpectedly, Wu Yong didn't even look at it. He shook his head gently and said, "I'm sorry, I have no interest in fakes."
Hearing this, the shop owner was stunned.
The rest of the people were also stunned for a moment, and then someone couldn't help laughing.
"Haha, did I hear you right? You are not interested in fakes?"
"Do you know that the 10,000 yuan you just received was a fake, and it was a clumsy fake!"
Anyway, the transaction is completed.
Now that I have clicked on Wu Yong, it does not mean that I have changed the rules in the industry, so the spectators who were originally silent began to speak out.
"In terms of painting skills, the painting you bought for 10,000 yuan is not even an entry-level painting. In terms of artistic conception, it cannot even reach one ten thousandth of the original painting. If you say the only value is that it is older, it will be too late at best.
It’s of such high quality that it can be sold for a few hundred yuan, which is pretty good.”
"Young man, you paid 10,000 yuan to buy a fake among fakes. Your eyesight is really bad. You still need to learn it hard."
The spectators took turns to attack, and even Zhou Peng shook his head and sighed:
"The antiques business is very deep, and you still have too little experience. I told you before, the pair you just bought is garbage, not worth ten thousand at all.
Comparatively speaking, the two pictures brought out by the shop owner are indeed much better. The imitations are of high quality and worth at least several thousand yuan. But one thing you are right about is that they are indeed fakes.
But I just can’t figure it out. Now that you can tell it’s a fake, why did you still spend a lot of money to buy the fake that was so bad just now?” (To be continued)