In the next five or six stalls, Ye Tian used the same method to catch the medicine according to the prescription.

After walking to the front of these stalls, he first stood still and glanced at the goods placed on the stalls, and then pointed to one or two of the good-looking goods and asked the stall owner for a price, looking very interested.

As soon as the stall owner asked for a sky-high price, made a staggering offer, and tried to make a lot of money, he immediately pulled his legs and left, without the slightest hesitation, and directly hung the stall owner in place.

When he left these stalls, he didn't forget to sneer at those stall owners, so angry that those stall owners itched their teeth, but they were helpless, and they were extremely embarrassed!

Of course, this also caused a burst of laughter in Piazzale Michelangelo, and many onlookers laughed.

Especially Betty, everyone laughed back and forth, and they couldn't stop laughing.

After such an operation, these guys who set up stalls and did business in Piazzale Michelangelo finally understood.

I was definitely blind before, and I actually wanted to kill Steven, a bastard, and make a lot of money from him, there was no possibility at all!

The results are already in front of them, and those guys who wanted to kill Steven, a bastard, instead of succeeding, were severely humiliated by this bastard, and became a joke and a fool in the eyes of the people in the square!

Thinking of this, the remaining stall owners in the square immediately dispelled the idea that they shouldn't have it, and could only be vigilant and cautious in the face of Ye Tian and them.

When Ye Tian came to the seventh stall and pointed to a pair of bronze candlesticks again to inquire about the price, the stall owner finally did not ask for a price from the sky, but quoted a very practical price.

"Steven, this pair of bronze candlesticks is worth 580 euros, if you really like it, you can have them at this price"

Hearing this, Ye Tian couldn't help but take a deep look at the stall owner, and then said jokingly:

"Wow! The price has finally dropped from the clouds to the ground, and it seems that Florence is not all about priceless antique art, otherwise I would have returned empty-handed, and I wouldn't even dare to buy a tourist souvenir!"

"Hahaha"

There was laughter again, and Betty and the many onlookers all laughed.

As for the stall owner, he could only smile helplessly a few times, didn't say anything, and his expression was extremely embarrassing.

When the laughter fell a little, Ye Tian nodded and said:

"Man, although this offer is a little high, it is not outrageous, obviously you don't treat me as a wronged leader, and you are ready to slaughter it, just rush to this, I want this bronze candlestick, just 580 euros"

After finishing speaking, Ye Tian looked at the stall owner with a smile on his face, waiting for the other party to make a decision.

The stall owner nodded in agreement and completed the deal, or he could go back on his word and take back the bronze candlesticks and find someone to identify them.

If he really dared to go back on his word, Ye Tian could completely sue him, and he didn't want to do an antique business in Piazzale Michelangelo or even the whole of Florence anymore!

The stall owner looked at Ye Tian and seemed to want to see something from Ye Tian's face, but unfortunately, he found nothing!

In desperation, he had to decide for himself and suffer the consequences.

After thinking for a while, the stall owner nodded apprehensively and said:

"Okay, Steven, 580 euros, this pair of bronze candlesticks is yours"

"OK!

Ye Tian nodded with a smile and shook hands with the stall owner to reach the deal.

Next, Ye Tian took out his wallet from his pocket, took 580 euros and handed it to the stall owner, and took the pair of bronze candlesticks.

Then, he glanced at the other items in the stall and prepared to turn away.

At this moment, the stall owner suddenly said:

"Steven, this pair of bronze candlesticks is now yours, can you explain why, why did you buy these bronze candlesticks, is there anything special about them?

Although this pair of bronze candelabras once belonged to me, I don't know much about it, you are a top antique art expert and must have seen more than I did!"

Not only the stall owner, Betty and the others, but also the many onlookers at the scene also wanted to know the answer to this question, why did Ye Tian buy this pair of bronze candlesticks? Could it be that they are valuable antiques?

Everyone at the scene looked at Ye Tian, expecting him to give an answer.

The two Italian cultural relics gendarmes who had been following Ye Tian and them also stepped forward at this time, looking at the pair of bronze candlesticks with blazing eyes, looking at Ye Tian!

Ye Tian looked at the pair of bronze candlesticks in his hand, and then said aloud with a smile:

"Why did I buy these bronze candlesticks? The reason is simple, they are not a good imitation, they have a certain history, they are a beautiful pair of ornaments, and that's it.

As you should know, I have an exploration company in Manhattan, New York, and I bought these bronze candlesticks to decorate my company, change the office environment, and add a little novelty!

As far as I can judge, this pair of Rococo bronze candlesticks, cast in the thirties of the last century, are a pair of replicas, which do not have much artistic value and have a limited market value!"

"I see, Steven, I don't have a problem"

The stall owner let out a sigh of relief, his expression was much more relaxed, and there was even a hint of joy in his eyes.

As for Betty, as well as the many onlookers next to them, while their questions were answered, they were also somewhat disappointed.

After answering everyone's doubts, Ye Tian and the others continued to move forward and walked to another stall not far away.

Those who were watching the excitement followed, but the number of people was much smaller.

When he came to this stall and stood still, Ye Tian repeated his old tricks, pointed to a classical oil painting that looked quite old, mottled and very old, and began to ask the stall owner for a price.

What happened in the stall before, the stall owner saw it all.

He also knew in his heart that he didn't want to pit this guy in front of him at all, only Steven had to pit others, and if he wanted to slaughter this guy, it would be absolutely wishful thinking!

With this awareness, the stall owner's offer is much more realistic, and there is no sky-high asking price, and the result of doing so is bound to be humiliated, so why bother!

The transaction went very smoothly, and after some bargaining, Ye Tian won the classical oil painting for 1,800 euros.

After paying the cash and getting the oil painting, Ye Tian carried the classical oil painting and was ready to leave.

At this moment, among the many onlookers at the scene, a good deed suddenly said loudly:

"Steven, tell me about this classical oil painting, why did you buy this painting, what is its origin, and most importantly, how much is this classical oil painting worth?"

As before, everyone at the scene looked at Ye Tian, expecting him to give answers to these questions.

The two Italian gendarmes looked at the classical oil painting suspiciously, their eyes full of curiosity.

Ye Tian glanced at the crowd at the scene, then looked at the classical oil painting in his hand, and then said with a smile:

"Since everyone is interested and eager to learn about this classical oil painting, then I will tell you about this painting, so as not to disappoint everyone's interest.

As you can see, this is a portrait of a person, and I don't know who this elegant and dignified lady in the painting is, so I can only slowly verify it later.

However, from the style and painting techniques of this painting, I can see some clues, this classical oil painting has a very obvious Florentine school style.

There are many paintings of the same style in the Uffizi Museum, which must be familiar to everyone, and there are also some Dutch portrait colors on them, and the two are mixed together.

What's more, the pigments and paints used in this classical oil painting are not stable in nature, and some parts of the painting have long since faded or discolored, and the condition of maintenance is very poor.

From this point of view, it can be inferred that the artist who painted this painting did not know much about the nature of paint paints, and it seems that the ability to mix and match paints is also very unsatisfactory!

These are the basic skills of a painter, and if you can't even do these things well, then it's hard to say that the painter is an excellent artist, and you can't even talk about being qualified!

Perhaps it was for these reasons that this classical oil painting ended up on the streets, unattended, and at a low price, and I ended up buying it for 1,800 euros."

Hearing this, many onlookers at the scene couldn't help but nod slightly, obviously agreeing with Ye Tian's explanation and analysis.

However, the stall owner who sold the painting chuckled in his heart, and had a feeling that something was wrong.

It's likely that he lost his treasure, was ransacked by this bastard, Steven, and became another unlucky bastard under this bastard!

After a pause, Ye Tian continued:

"However, it is only superficial, and here, I can say with absolute certainty that this is a very important and priceless piece of art, which is rare in the world!

Because it is the work of Sandro Botticelli, the last painter of the Florentine School in the early Renaissance, and it is an experimental work, which has a very special significance!"

Before the words fell, the scene was completely fried.

"Oh my God, did I hear me right? It's an incredible work by Sandro Botticelli, and if Steven is right, it's a priceless piece of art!"

"I see, this guy Steven has been acting before, confusing everyone in the square, and his ultimate goal is this classical oil painting by Botticelli, which is so cunning!"

Just as the people were exclaiming, a terrible and heart-wrenching mad scream suddenly sounded in Piazzale Michelangelo.

"Steven, you're a thief of all kinds, a devil from hell!"

Needless to say, this cry of great pain came from the poor and miserable stall owner.

At this time, he was already in pain, and he regretted that he couldn't die at the scene.