Zhang Yunxiang originally thought that he could take down the painting for only 200 yuan.
But who would have thought that a stunned Qing Xujia would come out halfway?
He looked at Xu Jia coldly and said harshly: "Little brother, this is wrong with you. Without you doing this, the rules of this industry cannot be broken. How could you steal my business halfway?"
"What rules?"
Xu Jiacai didn't accept this trick: "I'm here to sell paintings, and the one with the highest price gets it. What's wrong with that? Isn't it Boss Zhang's rule to eat alone?"
"you……"
Zhang Yunxiang was very unwilling. He rolled his eyes and asked the migrant worker fiercely: "Smelly old man, didn't you just sell the painting to me? Why did you sell it to someone else? Do you think I am a Kaizi?"
"Nonsense, I...what did I sell to you?"
The migrant worker was startled by Zhang Yunxiang's fierce eyes, but he still mustered up the courage to respond: "You are too evil-minded. You only gave me 200 yuan. You are bullying an honest person, but you are not as kind and kind as this young man."
The migrant worker hurriedly put the two thousand yuan into his pocket and bowed to Xu Jia to thank him: "Little brother, I know this painting is not worth two thousand yuan. Thank you for helping me. You are kind-hearted and a good person. I appreciate your kindness."
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"I left and rushed to see a doctor for my son. My son is hospitalized in Songjiang Hospital and is still waiting for money. Hey, I don't know if this money is enough for an MRI..."
Xu Jia knew how valuable this painting was.
Spending two thousand yuan to buy this painting is no different from robbery.
Xu Jia grabbed the migrant worker and told him: "I am a clerk from Renxintang of Songjiang Hospital. Please don't spend money for examination. Take your son to Renxintang and wait for me there.
It won’t cost much for me to treat your son.”
"What a nice guy."
The migrant workers' eyes were red and they left with a lot of gratitude.
Zhang Yunxiang looked at Xu Jia coldly, his eyes very unfriendly: "Just because of such a broken painting, you deliberately undermine me?"
"How is this painting worth two thousand yuan?"
"Only you, an outsider, can do such a stupid thing. Just wait for this painting to be smashed into your hands."
Zhang Yunxiang was very angry and kept making fun of Xu Jia.
If it weren't for the fact that Liu Haoran was not easy to mess with, he would have given Xu Jia a hard beating.
"Boss Zhang is right. This painting is indeed worthless. The little brother can only cherish it for himself."
"Although I appreciate my little brother's kindness, your eyesight is really poor."
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A group of people were talking about it.
Liu Haoran was still confused and whispered: "Brother, you didn't play according to the routine today!"
"You really want to help that migrant worker. Brother, I have money, so it would be nice to do some charity, but why do you insist on this painting? This guy Zhang Yunxiang is not a good person, he is just being shady."
Xu Jia gently touched the painting in his hand and said with deep meaning: "This is my money."
Liu Haoran was even more confused: "Brother, what do you mean? Don't show off."
Xu Jia smiled faintly: "What I mean is that this painting is definitely authentic, definitely made by everyone, and absolutely valuable."
"Haha, it's so funny."
Zhang Yunxiang smiled gloatingly: "After my appraisal, this painting is 100% fake. I have been immersed in antiques for decades and have never had a scratch on it."
"Little brother, although you are Mr. Liu's friend, I still want to advise you that young people should be humble, learn more, and don't pretend to understand."
"You're a little Chinese medicine practitioner, don't you know that every other line is like a mountain? Curios are not something you can play with."
Zhang Yunxiang was angry with Xu Jia, and his words were extremely sarcastic.
"Really? Then today I will ask Boss Zhang for more advice."
Xu Jia said loudly: "Who can help me get a basin of water? Ten liters of water and one hundred grams of salt."
Someone with good intentions quickly fetched water and salt and mixed them together.
Zhang Yunxiang had a sneer on his face: "Let me see what tricks you can do."
Xu Jia unfolded the calligraphy and painting.
Calm down and feel the faint breath coming from the painting.
This breath is Haoran's righteousness.
When Xu Jia was in heaven, he often drank and boasted with a calligraphy and painting master.
This master of calligraphy and painting is Ma Liang, the master of calligraphy and painting.
I remember Ma Liang once said: Everyone's work must be filled with great righteousness.
The reason why Xu Jia concluded that this painting is authentic is because the painting exudes awe-inspiring righteousness.
Although the righteousness is very weak, it can also be proved that this painting was made by everyone.
Xu Jia also learned a little about the beauty of calligraphy and painting from Ma Liang.
Now is the time for him to show off.
Amidst the sounds of exclamation and regret, Xu Jia threw the painting into the salt water.
"What nonsense!"
Zhang Yunxiang laughed loudly: "Ancient paintings are bound to fester if they are stained with water. Young people like to be mysterious and try to get the limelight, and they don't know how to be low-key at all."
Xu Jia calculated the time and fished out the wet painting.
Only then did everyone discover that both sides of the painting had been soaked in salt water, and two films had formed on the front and back.
"Ah! There is a mezzanine inside!" Everyone exclaimed.
Zhang Yunxiang looked at the thin interlayer, his heart skipped a beat, and his brain went crazy.
At this moment, he finally understood why the painting looked blurry.
Tear!
Xu Jia tore off the two layers of film, revealing the true face of Mount Lu.
On the north side of the painting, the three characters "Chen Daolin" are revealed.
"Oh my god, the seal is actually in the north. It's really a rare occurrence in a hundred years."
"No wonder this painting looks blurry and ethereal. It turns out there are interlayers."
"This painting is definitely an authentic work by Chen Daolin."
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Everyone was amazed and looked at Xu Jia with admiration.
Liu Haoran was so shocked that he finally understood what Xu Jia really meant when he said he was rich. He gave a thumbs up and praised: "Brother, in addition to worshiping you, I still admire you."
"Boss Zhang, this time you got your eyes opened."
"When the first few decades were bad, the hundreds of thousands that came to our door were just gone."
"There are not many authentic paintings by Chen Daolin. I really want this authentic painting."
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Everyone was talking about it, making Zhang Yunxiang blush and his intestines turn green with regret.
Subconsciously, he believed that the painting belonged to him and was snatched away by Xu Jia.
"Congratulations to this little brother."
Zhang Yunxiang narrowed his eyes and congratulated Xu Jia, but his eyes shone with a cold light.
Xu Jia laughed loudly: "Same joy! Same joy!"
Zhang Yunxiang's face turned red with embarrassment: I'm glad your grandma is tall, I'm going to lose a lot.
Some knowledgeable calligraphy and painting collectors looked at Chen Daolin's original work and drooled with greed.
"Little brother, do you want to sell this painting? I will offer you 100,000 yuan."
"You have the nerve to bid one hundred thousand? I'll offer two hundred thousand."
"Stop arguing, I'll pay 300,000, and this painting belongs to me."
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Xu Jia was beaming with joy as he listened to everyone competing to bid. He was indeed going to make a fortune today.
"Is there anything with a higher price? Is the highest bid only 300,000 yuan? If the money is gone, you can earn it again. There is only one painting. After passing this village, there is no such shop. It is a rare opportunity...
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Liu Haoran on the side was impatient, snatched the painting over, and laughed loudly: "Brother, stop shouting, I will pay you 500,000, and this painting will be mine." (To be continued)