typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 631 Fakes

"Dad!" Cai Qingman frowned reluctantly again.

Although Han Jiulin was handsome, she had some inexplicable resistance to Han Jiulin because of her preconceptions. The Han family had a great business and had nothing to ask for, so why should they be so humble?

And by now, she has finally figured out that this young man named Han is a young commander in the Northern War Zone. This kind of person only knows how to dance with guns and sticks, and has nothing to do with the talents she likes.

Instead of acting coyly to Han Jiulin, she preferred to chat with Wu Qi about Shi Tao's painting.

Han Jiulin, who was talking to Cai Fancheng, glanced over here and said with a faint smile: "Master Cai, since my daughter doesn't want to come over and toast me, why do you have to force her to do anything difficult? Let her chat with her friends."

Cai Zhenhao was extremely embarrassed for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "This girl Qing Man is good at everything, but her temper is a bit too cool. Please forgive me, Mr. Han."

Cai Qingman said displeased: "What's my crime? I just want to chat with my classmates, why is it so difficult!"

Cai Zhenhao was furious and snorted: "Just talk, no one will care about you anymore!"

It's all because he doted on this daughter so much that he dared to confront her on any occasion!

Cai Qingman turned away, stopped talking to Cai Zhenhao, and said to Wu Qi: "Wu Qi, tell me what's going on with that painting."

Wu Qi was startled and glanced at Cai Zhenhao. He was actually a little embarrassed and worried. He really didn't know whether he should talk about painting with Cai Qingman at this time.

Sure enough, when he heard Cai Qingman talking about painting, Cai Zhenhao snorted displeasedly.

"When you paint, you know how to paint. The painting is dead, but the person is alive. You are really your fault for contradicting me because of a dead painting."

Cai Qingman was not to be outdone at all: "This is Shi Tao's painting, it is a work of art, you don't understand."

For a moment, everyone in the place was watching the father and daughter bickering.

Cai Zhenhao wanted to say something else, but finally realized something was wrong. He smiled apologetically at Han Jiulin and said, "Master Han, I'll toast you again. Let's drink ours and ignore these young people."

Han Jiulin smiled faintly, picked up the wine glass, and had a drink with Cai Zhenhao.

On the other side, Cai Qingman began to urge Wu Qi again and asked him to talk about painting.

At this time, Wu Qi was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. Since he couldn't please Cai Zhenhao, he had to think of ways to please Cai Qingman, so he took out the speech he had already drafted and started telling Cai Qingman.

"Qingman, actually I have known for a long time that you like Shi Tao's paintings, so these days, I have been asking around outside, hoping to find an authentic painting of Shi Tao.

Hard work paid off, I spent half a month visiting more than 40 places, and finally saw this painting on the antique street of a small town in the south."

Having said this, Wu Qi paused and then began to talk about his experience of buying this painting in a small southern town.

Han Jiulin and the other three were chatting and drinking. Although they didn't pay much attention to what Wu Qi said, they still listened to it after all.

It turned out that the shop selling this painting had always believed that the painting was fake, so he never dared to take it for appraisal. When he sold it, even though he was asking for a whopping 30 million yuan at the price of the genuine article, he had no idea.

.

After Wu Qi checked it thoroughly and believed that the painting should be authentic, he went to see the painting for two days in a row, but he kept insisting on paying 100,000 yuan.

By the afternoon of the next day, Wu Qi said that if he didn't sell it for 100,000 yuan, he would leave tonight and would have nothing to do with this painting.

When the boss heard this, he became anxious and asked him if he could take away the 200,000 yuan. If he could take it, the deal would be made immediately.

So Wu Qi was ecstatic and reached a deal with his boss, buying the painting for 200,000 yuan.

After listening to Wu Qi's story, Cai Qingman smiled sweetly and said: "If that boss knew that this painting was an authentic work by Shi Tao, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood."

Wu Qi said with a smile: "Antique calligraphy and painting all depend on one's eyesight. His eyesight is not good. He didn't think this painting was real from the beginning. I can only blame him for not being good at learning the art."

Cai Qingman nodded in agreement, unfolded the painting again, and admired it with Wu Qi, Tongfei, pointed at the painting, and discussed the painting of Huaiyang Jieqiu.

Han Jiulin, who originally didn't take the chat between Cai Qingman and others seriously, glanced at the painting, couldn't help shaking his head and said with a low smile: "I'm afraid that boss is a smart man. This painting sold for two

One hundred thousand, he will not lose."

Cai Zhenhao and Cai Fancheng had been focusing on Han Jiulin. When they saw him speaking, they both showed a hint of surprise.

"Why did your Majesty say this?" Cai Fancheng asked with a smile, very interested in Han Jiulin's views.

Although Han Jiulin did not show much knowledge and accomplishments in calligraphy and painting when he was in the northern war zone, Cai Fancheng knew that Han Jiulin would not just talk nonsense based on his knowledge and strategizing skills.

Since he dares to say it, he has a reason.

Cai Zhenhao felt unhappy when he saw Wu Qi talking eloquently at the dinner table and attracting all Cai Qingman's attention. Hearing this, he also felt happy.

He wished that Han Jiulin could lose face to Wu Qi so that Cai Qingman could know what a young talent was.

He also convinced his daughter that such an outstanding man as Han Jiulin was sitting here, and he actually ignored her and went to chat and laugh with an ordinary boy like Wu Qi!

When Cai Qingman and the other two heard what Han Jiulin said, they were all stunned and glanced at Han Jiulin.

Originally, two small groups of Han Jiulin and Cai Qingman had formed at this dinner table, each chatting about their own affairs without disturbing each other.

Hearing Han Jiulin talk about this painting, Cai Qingman couldn't help but become interested.

Cai Qingman asked: "Why did Mr. Han say that? Do you think Shi Tao's original work was taken advantage of if it sold for 200,000?"

Han Jiulin shook his head and said: "If it is an authentic work by Shi Tao, this painting of Huaiyang Jieqiu, even if it sells for 20 million, is more than enough.

However, this is obviously a fake, and it can sell for 200,000 yuan, so the boss can naturally smile to himself. Maybe the cost of this painting is less than 5,000 yuan."

"You say this is a fake? What evidence do you have to prove that this painting is a fake?" Wu Qi's expression immediately changed and he asked with a forced smile.

He planned to capture Cai Qingman's heart with this painting. Han Jiulin actually said that this painting was a fake. Wasn't this an intentional attempt to undermine Wu Qi?

Who dares to say that this painting is a fake? Wu Qi was the first to refuse!

If it weren't for the fact that Han Jiulin was Cai Zhenhao's guest, how could Wu Qi smile at him?

If you like Yaoshi Linwang (also known as Beilin Tianwang), please collect it: () Yaoshi Linwang (also known as Beilin Tianwang) is updated the fastest.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next