"Fifty thousand is not expensive, you might as well go and grab it!" Rao is Xie Lang, a rich second generation, felt that the price was really outrageous, and couldn't help but say, "Isn't it just pink quartz, a piece of rough material that has not been carved or cut, and it is so expensive!"

Xu Chunqiu hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Okay, I'll buy it." ”

"One price, 100,000 yuan" Xu Lao still gently twisted the snuffbox in his hand, opened his eyes slightly, but the price in his mouth doubled, "If you don't buy it, please go out." ”

"Why are you still sitting on the ground and raising the price, the auction hall is not so dark!" Xie Lang held his breath, "No wonder no one came to your store after all the dust has accumulated!"

The income of being an artist is not expensive, and Xu Chunqiu's daily expenses are actually not large, 50,000 yuan is still within the acceptable range for her, but 100,000 yuan is really reluctant to buy such a rough stone. Reluctantly, she rubbed her fingertips over the texture of the stone and put it back down.

"I'm really sorry, but 100,000 yuan ......"

In the middle of speaking, Xu Chunqiu's voice was suddenly interrupted.

"Otherwise, I'll ask you a question," he sat up from the chair unhurriedly, "and as long as you answer correctly, I'll sell it to you at the original price." ”

Xu Chunqiu hesitated for a moment and did not agree casually.

Xu Lao laughed suddenly, the movement of twisting the snuffbox in his hand stopped, and Thaksin pointed to the painting hanging crookedly on the wall, which was a flower and bird picture of Ren Bonian, a painter of the late Qing Dynasty.

Probably because of the age, the paper has turned yellow, and the pictures of flowers and birds with a layer of gray look thin and brittle, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"Do you think this painting is genuine or fake?"

Xie Lang felt that it was simply ridiculous: "You are making it difficult for a strong man." ”

But Xu Lao raised his eyebrows and said, "She doesn't suffer a loss." ”

Even if she is casually blind, she can guess it half the time, and she will not lose money. ”

But Xu Chunqiu didn't seem to even need to think, and blurted out almost immediately: "Fake." ”

Xu Lao stared at her with empty eyes for a while, slowly got up from the Taishi chair, and placed the enamel snuff box in his hand on the table next to him: "How do you judge?"

"Guess. ”

Of course, Xu Chunqiu couldn't tell him the real reason for this.

She can be so sure because the authenticity of this painting was originally properly kept in the Lu Mansion.

On a whim, when Young Master Lu sent his face to Xu Chunqiu, he also asked someone to carry it to the opera garden along with this painting.

"This is the face that our young master always gave to Boss Xu, saying that he will order a song "Palace of Eternal Life" next time. ”

Xu Chunqiu sang and sang, and gradually sang into Boss Xu with a head and a face.

When the subordinates of the Lu family came in with a heavy head, Xu Chunqiu was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, her head had not yet been strained, she painted her face, and had just opened a small box of new rouge, and she was twisting a thin red to rub it on her eyes.

The two men in the riding coats, each holding the scroll at one end, unfolded the painting in front of her and spread it out on the dresser.

"Xu Chunqiu. ”

It was Young Master Lu's voice.

He likes to call her by name like this, his low voice is slightly hoarse, and there seems to be a faint smile in his tone.

Xu Chunqiu was startled when he heard this, and the carmine twisted on his fingertips was not careful, and he pressed his hand on the painting.

A bright red fingerprint.

The faces of the two subordinates turned white with a "swish", and they looked at each other with vague eyes, looking at each other.

This eighty percent is a precious painting.

There was only one thought left in her mind, it was over, it was messed up.

Xu Chunqiu stared at his toes in a low voice, a little afraid to look at him.

Young Master Lu lifted the curtain, stepped over with long legs, and stepped into the backstage.

"What's wrong?"

When he looked at it, his gaze fell on the painting, still smiling: "What a big deal." ”

He took the thin wolf hair used by Xu Chunqiu's thrush eyes, pinched the thin pen, dipped the rouge she smeared on the painting to paint, and fell into a budding plum blossom. The staggered branches, the birds that are about to fly, and the red plum blossoms are eye-catching.

"That's not it. He took the pen, and there was still a little bit of rouge left on the nib, and he pondered for a moment, then raised his hand to smear the last bit of red between her eyebrows.

Xu Chunqiu's face turned red in an instant, and he stood there helpless and dumbfounded.

"Don't move. His voice was soft, half sound and half breath, the warm breath seemed to be on her cheeks, and the sides of her cheeks seemed to be burning with fire, "Close your eyes." ”

She lowered her eyes and really closed them.

He painted her eye sockets, and gently rubbed the intense color with his thumb.

Xu Chunqiu felt as if she could feel the delicate fingerprints in the warm touch, she trembled her eyelashes and opened her eyes again, and saw Young Master Lu wiping his hands with a white towel, and his eyes fell on her body, as if he was going to melt her. The corners of his lips curved: "Beautiful." ”

After that, she carefully put away the painting, for fear of rubbing the rouge on the painting, as well as the plum blossom that Young Master Lu added, but she always couldn't help but think about it.

......

Probably because of this, she noticed this painting as soon as she entered the interior of this shop, the direction of the branches, the posture of the birds, everything was so similar to what she remembered, except for a budding flower.

That can't be the real thing.

There was no need to think about it at all, she knew it better than anyone.

Old Xu's expression moved slightly: "Fifty thousand." ”

Xu Chunqiu knew that she was right.

"Give me the code, and I'll pay immediately. ”

Old Xu waved his hand: "No." ”

Can't scan the QR code to pay?

"Then you give me the receiving account number, and I will call your account. ”

He still waved his hand: "Don't give it." ”

If you don't give the account, how to pay for it.

Xu Lao walked in her direction step by step, and did not speak for a long time.

After a while, he finally spoke: "Don't want money, for the sake of the old man's face, I'll give it to you." ”

Old man?

Xu Chunqiu understood, these eighty percent were acquaintances of Old Man Fu.

He then couldn't help but shove the stone into Xu Chunqiu's arms, and turned his head back to the Taishi chair.

Where can Xu Chunqiu accept other people's things for nothing, so he hurriedly took out his wallet, took out all the cash in it and put it on the table.

And Xu Lao still looked like he didn't care about himself, as if the store's profits and losses had nothing to do with him.

"I'll send you the balance as soon as possible. ”