Feiqian Beauty's trial operation was very successful. Those who tried Feiqian Beauty's skin care products for free praised them very much, thinking that this was the best skin care product they had ever used, so they started to rush to buy it. Within a day
The time was sold out, and Chen Qian was very excited about this.
Feiqian Beauty made such a good start on the first day, and both of them are full of confidence in the development of the company.
Wudang Mountain has beautiful mountains and has been known as the best fairy mountain in the world since ancient times. With the opening of tourist attractions, Wudang Mountain is not as heavily guarded as before, and you can enter it as long as you buy a ticket.
Ma Yongcheng spoke to the young Taoist priest who looked like a staff member at the door. The young Taoist priest called to inquire and soon let Ma Yongcheng in with a kind face.
Ma Yongcheng had never been to Wudang Mountain before, but fortunately there were signboards along the road, so Ma Yongcheng quickly reached the Taihe Palace on the top of the mountain.
At this time, a Taoist priest was already waiting at the entrance of Taihe Palace.
"This must be Donor Ma. The leader has been waiting in the main hall for a long time. Donor, please come with me." Although Ma Yongcheng has not cultivated his inner strength, he can still feel that the Taoist priest in front of him has a restrained aura, and he is definitely not an ordinary person.
"Thank you for your help, Taoist priest." Ma Yongcheng hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
The Taoist priest smiled slightly and immediately started to lead the way.
Ma Yongcheng followed him all the way, and soon followed him to the entrance of a main hall.
"Donor, the master is inside the main hall." The Taoist priest stood at the door and did not move forward. Ma Yongcheng saluted and stepped in.
Ma Yongcheng walked into the main hall. In the center of the main hall, the real body of the Zhenwu Hall was enshrined. Under the real body stood an old man with white hair and his back to him. Although he could not see his true appearance, he gave him an immovable look.
Feel.
"Junior Ma Yongcheng, I have met the real person in Changchun." Ma Yongcheng saluted the white-haired old man.
When the old man heard this, he turned around and said with a smile: "The donor has come from afar, so there is no need to be polite!"
This old man is the current leader of the Wudang Sect, Changchun Zhenren. Although his hair has turned gray, he is still in good spirits.
Changchun Master looked at Ma Yongcheng, wanting to see if the person introduced by Lin Fan had martial arts qualifications. After careful observation, he found that the opponent's muscles and bones were strong, his martial arts had been practiced to the extreme, and his martial arts foundation was very good.
I couldn't help but feel a little happy in my heart.
Then he said: "I already know your intention of coming. Duan Xiaoyou has informed me on the phone. I wonder if you are willing to become my disciple?"
Ma Yongcheng was overjoyed when he heard this and immediately said: "I do!"
He really didn't expect that the head of the Wudang Sect would actually accept him as his disciple, and he was excited and happy in his heart.
Lin Fan didn't stay in the company for long. After attending the company's opening ceremony, Lin Fan was called away by a phone call from his father-in-law Xia Yunlong.
On the phone, Xia Yunlong spoke in a hurried and angry tone, and kept arguing with someone about something. The phone was so noisy that Lin Fan couldn't hear exactly what was going on.
In Lin Fan's impression, his father-in-law had always been a person with a calm personality. Even when he was angry, he would not lose his temper. What could make him so angry obviously exceeded his mental endurance.
Lin Fan was afraid that his father-in-law would be in trouble, so he quickly drove towards the "Jianbaozhai" that Xia Yunlong said.
Lin Fan inquired all the way and finally found this antique shop called "Jianbaozhai" on the antique street.
After getting off the car, Lin Fan saw people gathering in front of the store, pointing and talking inside. Lin Fan immediately ran over, pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. He saw his father-in-law and the store owner making a loud noise.
quarrel.
"You liar, if you don't return the money to me, I will call the police." Xia Yunlong's face was very angry, and he was holding a letter in his hand.
"Dad, what's going on? What kind of liar?" Lin Fan immediately ran over and asked.
"You came at the right time, Xiaofei. This is the broken calligraphy. It is a fake. I asked this guy to refund the money to me, but he actually said that he will not be held responsible after buying it. How can he be so bullying?"
The shop owner was a fat man in his fifties, with a shrewd look in his eyes, and he looked harmless. Seeing that Xia Yunlong actually wanted to call the police, his originally charitable face immediately turned cold.
"My guest, even if this painting of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is a fake, it was your own choice. It's your own faulty vision. Who's to blame? I never said that all of our Jianbaozhai must be authentic!
"
"Then why didn't you remind me before? If you had explained this problem before, why would I have spent 300,000 yuan to buy this piece of crappy calligraphy? It was obviously you who did it deliberately to defraud money." Xia Yunlong immediately revealed the truth.
The true psychology of the shop owner.
The shop owner was a little angry and could not get angry for a while.
"Dad, please show me this calligraphy." After hearing this, Lin Fan knew what was going on. He had already known that his father-in-law was obsessed with calligraphy and painting, so he could spend so much money to buy a set of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.
, which is also normal.
But obsession is obsession, but to be honest, my father-in-law has not done much research on these calligraphy and paintings at all, so he cannot distinguish the authenticity. If not for an old man who knows calligraphy and painting, he happened to see that this thing is fake.
, I am afraid that his father-in-law will never know that he bought a fake calligraphy.
Unfortunately, by this time, his father-in-law had already given the money to the shop owner, so the two sides had a dispute.
Lin Fan opened it and took a look, and saw that the calligraphy was indeed fake, and his expression immediately turned bad. His father-in-law had actually been deceived.
Lin Fan glanced at the items in the store and saw that the items in the store were fake from the ninth floor onwards. This was obviously a scam.
"Shop owner, this is your fault. You are deceiving consumers. If you return the money to us, forget about it. Otherwise, we can only let the police handle this matter."
"You think I'm scared, but let me tell you, I won't give back even a single cent of 300,000 yuan." The store owner said with a stern face.
Lin Fan was about to give this guy a good lesson when he saw that the owner of the shop was unwilling to enter the shop. At this time, a young man who looked very down and out walked in and shouted: "Boss, do you accept calligraphy and painting here?"
When business comes to his door, the shop owner doesn't bother to pay attention to these people because he feels confident because he has someone in the police station.
"What kind of calligraphy and painting? Let me take a look." the shop owner asked.
The down-and-out young man immediately handed a pair of yellowed calligraphy and paintings to the shop owner.
This is an ancient painting. When unfolded, the scroll is about one meter long. It is a common landscape painting with a simple style. The shop owner looked at it and knew that it was an imitation. It should be a copy of Gu Kaizhi's painting in the Song Dynasty, so he said:
"This calligraphy and painting of yours is just an imitation. It's not worth much. If I give you one thousand, will you sell it?"
When the down-and-out young man heard this, he immediately said excitedly: "No way, this is handed down from my ancestors, how could it be an imitation? Boss Wang, you must have read it wrong."
The shop owner seemed to be insulted when he heard this. He stared and said, "How could I be wrong? If I said it was a copy, then it was a copy. If you don't want to sell it, don't come here to cause trouble."
The down-and-out young man originally didn't want to sell this treasure handed down from his ancestors, but his family was in trouble and needed some money urgently. He had no choice but to sell this painting by Gu Kaizhi. However,
He didn't expect that the shop owner actually said that his picture was fake.
Let alone one thousand, even if he was given one hundred thousand, it would be impossible to sell it easily. So he took back the painting from the shop owner and was about to leave, when a young man next to him stopped him.
"Brother, can you show me the painting in your hand?" It was Lin Fan who spoke.
The down-and-out young man hesitated for a moment, seeing that Lin Fan was young and didn't look like a rich man. However, when things got to this point, as long as there was a chance, he was unwilling to let it go, so he took the painting in his hand.
Passed it over.
Lin Fan took the scroll with a smile and saw that the painting lacked aura and was too rigid. It was indeed a copy of the previous generation.
Although it was a copy, it was not worth a thousand as the shop owner said. It was worth ten thousand. Apparently this guy was cheating others again. Lin Fan's eyes flashed coldly and he vowed to give it to the shop owner.
A good lesson.
But this down-and-out young man said that this painting was a treasure passed down from his ancestors. If it was just a copy worth ten thousand dollars, it was obviously impossible. So Lin Fan spread the calligraphy and painting on the ground and looked at it carefully, and finally he discovered a difference.
An ordinary place.
"Friend, how much do you plan to sell this painting for?" Lin Fan asked, looking at the down-and-out young man.
"You want to sell?" the down-and-out young man asked in disbelief.
"Of course!" Lin Fan said with a smile.
"Xiao Fei, isn't this painting a copy?" Xia Yunlong asked Lin Fan in a low voice.
"It's a copy!"
"Then why do you still want to buy it?" Xia Yunlong's expression changed and he asked in confusion.
"Dad, don't worry, you'll find out later." Lin Fan smiled mysteriously.
Xia Yunlong didn't know what Lin Fan was thinking, but he still chose to believe his son-in-law.
"How much do you want to sell this painting?" Lin Fan looked at the down-and-out young man and asked.
"Three...three hundred thousand!" the down-and-out young man said.
"Hey, you're selling an imitation worth only one thousand to someone for three hundred thousand. Are you crazy about money?" Some people who couldn't stand it began to accuse.
The downcast young man's face turned red and he retorted: "My painting is not a fake, it is real!"
It's a pity that no one believed him.
Lin Fan, however, didn't take it seriously. He bowed his hands to these people and said, "Thank you all, brothers, but I really like this painting. I will buy it even if it costs 300,000 yuan."
The onlookers at the door were speechless. They reminded him kindly, but others were indifferent. They simply had the mentality of screwing up a dog. Seeing Lin Fan insisting on buying this copy of the painting, they all thought that Lin Fan had been kicked in the head by a donkey and wanted to