"What do you say, my painting is fake?"

Zhang Zhiyuan stared at Yang Yi with an unkind face, the saliva he was talking about was flying, and suddenly a painting here was fake, and he almost didn't mention it in one breath.

"No, you heard me wrong. ”

Yang Yi denied it, he was not stupid, he said to his face that other people's paintings were fake, and it was strange that others did not hold grudges, he had no grievances with the other party, and it was not that he wanted to buy this painting, whether it was true or false had nothing to do with him, so he would not jump out and be this villain.

It's just that he wanted to divert this topic, but Zhang Zhiyuan didn't let him go.

"Don't play fool on me, boy, since you say this painting is fake, I'd like to hear what you think. ”

Zhang Zhiyuan's face was full of anger.

As a collector, or a well-known collector, being pointed at his nose and saying that his collection is fake, this is already an insult, you must know that they eat by their own reputation, if this word spreads so that others misunderstand that what he has here is fake, then who would dare to buy the object in his hand?

"I said, you heard me wrong. ”

Yang Yi said lightly, not wanting to continue this topic.

But Zhang Zhiyuan did not give up, and sneered: "I, Zhang Zhiyuan, am also well-known in Rongcheng and even in the national antique industry, and I have sold hundreds of antiques, not to mention thousands, and no one has ever said that I am selling fakes." ”

"I've been in business for so many years, relying on integrity, and now you say that my paintings are fake, if you don't give me an explanation today, how can I Zhang Zhiyuan mix in the antique world. ”

People want to ask for bark on the tree, and when people point out that the painting they sell is fake, if Zhang Zhiyuan doesn't react, it will be a joke for him to get out.

"I've seen a painting that looks exactly like this one somewhere else, and it's real. ”

Before Yang Yi could speak, Li Sheng stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Who are you?" Zhang Zhiyuan squinted at Li Sheng.

Although Li Sheng had just changed his clothes, his muscles couldn't cover it even in a suit, and the smell of martial arts could be smelled from two meters away from Zhang Zhiyuan.

A martial artist talks to him about calligraphy and painting, and it's not a joke or anything.

"I'm the boss's bodyguard. ”

Li Sheng said sullenly.

"Bodyguard, one of your bodyguards is talking to me about calligraphy and painting?"

Zhang Zhiyuan sneered and looked at Li Sheng sarcastically.

"Although I, Zhang Zhiyuan, am not a big person, everyone appreciates my face and recommends me as the vice president of the Rongcheng Collection Association......"

"Whether it is the age or the brushwork, I have carefully appraised this painting, and I am sure that it is the authentic work of Tang Yin. ”

"You say that I am a fake, and that I have seen the real thing, then I would like to ask where you saw it, and where is the 'real thing' you said now?"

Questioned by Zhang Zhiyuan, Li Sheng was silent for two seconds, and then said: "It's in a peasant woman's house, and her home is in Xiangjiang." ”

"Haha, peasant woman, you really know how to make up stories, but please make up stories a little bit. ”

"Let's not say whether a peasant woman would have this painting, but if she had this painting and knew it was true, why not sell it. ”

"And if the peasant woman doesn't know the value of the painting, why don't you buy it, don't say you're kind. ”

"That's why I said that you make up stories like a little bit, make up this kind of story that will be debunked at once, and deceive fools?"

Zhang Zhi looked at Li Sheng with a sneer on his face, wanting to see how Li Sheng answered.

Li Sheng was silent.

He really couldn't answer this question, and the other party didn't believe it when he said it.

At that time, after his master told him about this, he also wanted to buy it and pick up a leak, but his master stopped him.

"Everything is fate, this is not your chance, don't force it, otherwise it will bear evil consequences. ”

Li Sheng remembered that the master told him like this at that time, he had always obeyed the master's words, since the master said so, how could he dare to have any more ideas, but Zhang Zhiyuan would definitely not believe it when he said this, and it would make people laugh in vain.

Seeing that Li Sheng was silent, Zhang Zhiyuan also calmed Li Sheng's argumentative thoughts, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and then turned his head to look at Han Siping, his face was pale.

"Han Gongzi, you have to buy my painting sincerely, although I Zhang Zhiyuan is reluctant, but Old Man Han has a birthday, and if you want to do this filial piety, I will naturally fulfill it, but you want to lower the price, but it is too much to use this method. ”

He also hated Han Siping, thinking that this was Han Siping's means of pressing, if this painting was labeled as genuine, the price difference would be more than ten times.

What is the authenticity of the doubt, simply put, is that it is impossible to distinguish the real from the fake, you say that he is true, you say that it is fake, so the price fluctuations are extremely huge.

Over the years, Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings have had a lot of auction records, and they are undoubtedly authentic works, and the auction price of each piece is hundreds of millions, and the autumn wind fan in his hand is the best of Tang Yin's ladies' pictures, it's hard to say, but at least 100 million.

However, once it is labeled as a dubious authenticity, it may be difficult for the painting to sell for 10 million.

Although Han Siping is not short of money, he will give 200 million yuan as a gift for his birthday, and he will definitely feel distressed in his heart, so it is reasonable for Zhang Zhiyuan to suspect that Han Siping is deliberately lowering the price.

"President Zhang, what kind of person I am Han Siping is in everyone's eyes, for such a small amount of money to do this kind of thing, I Han Siping can't do it, then according to what I said before, 150 million, I bought this painting. ”

Han Siping said in a deep voice, he can't stand up at this time, otherwise if this word spreads, he Han Siping will become a laughing stock, and those brothers and sisters don't mind helping him 'make a name for himself'.

Although it is tens of millions more than planned, he still has to pay this money, after all, Li Sheng is involved in this matter, and it is good to sell tens of millions more, if he can win the favor of Li Sheng, or even the favor of Yang Yi behind Li Sheng, in his opinion, these tens of millions of dollars are not a loss.

Now is the critical time to compete for the identity of the heir of the Han family, if he can win over Yang Yi, then his chances of winning will undoubtedly be one point greater.

"Brother!"

Han Wenyin pulled Han Siping's sleeve and whispered anxiously.

She has the closest relationship with Han Siping, so she naturally supports Han Siping as the heir, and now the battle for the heir of the Han family has reached a white-hot level, Han Siping needs to use money in many places, and it costs more than 200 million to buy a painting, and the funds will be much tighter all of a sudden.

Originally, she was not very happy for Han Siping to buy this painting, but now it is good, not only did she buy the painting, but she also spent tens of millions of more unjust money, and everyone felt distressed.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn her eyes to Yang Yi, and she also complained a little about Yang Yi, the initiator.

"I know what to do. ”

Han Siping smiled at Han Wenyin and patted her hand, signaling that he had his own measure.

Seeing this, Han Wenyin pouted, looking unhappy.

However, she knew Han Siping's style, and it was difficult to change the decision she made, and since she had already said this, it would be even more embarrassing to change her words, so she could only sulk secretly.

"Since Han Gongzi said so, I, Zhang Zhiyuan, believe you, then 150 million, let's sign the contract now?"

Zhang Zhiyuan had a smile on his face, 150 million was higher than the price in his heart, how could he not agree, after all, when he bought this painting back at that time, he only painted 300 yuan, and this 150 million yuan is equivalent to making money in vain.

"Okay, please wait a moment, President Zhang, I'll have someone print the contract now. ”

When it comes to such a big transaction, a contract must be signed, although no one dares to cheat with Han Siping, but signing a contract is undoubtedly more formal and safer.

After the matter was finalized, Zhang Zhiyuan continued to explain the allusions to the painting to several people, as if nothing had happened before.

However, what no one noticed was that although Yang Yi on the side was also staring at the painting, if you looked closely at his eyes, you could find that his eyes were not in focus, and his attention was obviously not on the painting.

'Search for information about this painting. ’

Yang Yi thought silently in his heart, and then one message after another appeared in front of him, and after browsing it roughly, he soon found the information he was looking for.

"The origin of the autumn wind fan picture (fake), the information of the painter, the price is 300,000. ”

As long as 300,000?

Yang Yi was overjoyed, he spent 4 million on the news of Li Duoli's kidnapping that he bought before, and he was going to ask Luo Yu to take some temporary use first, but he didn't expect this news to be only 300,000.

But after thinking about it for a while, he probably guessed some reasons, maybe because Victory's news can generate value?

Just like the news of the two-color ball number sells for 5 million, these messages that can generate value are sold very expensive, otherwise if you have to sell 100,000, he spends 100,000 to sell the news, and then buys a few hundred bets, then doesn't he immediately become a world rich?

It's clear that the system won't give him such a big hole.

If you think about it this way, you can understand why this news is so cheap, after all, it is just a single message, and it can't generate value, and 300,000 is not a lot.

Since the money was enough, Yang Yi chose to buy it without hesitation, and then a stream of information about the painting in front of him came to his mind.

"I see!"

Recalling the information in his mind, Yang Yi realized in his heart, his eyes turned to Zhang Zhiyuan, and the corner of Yang Yi's mouth sneered.

Originally, he didn't want to get involved in this matter, after all, he said that he leaked his mouth, but the other party still didn't give up and was sarcastic.

And when he looked at Han Wenyin's appearance, he probably knew in his heart that Han Siping seemed to have spent more money on this matter, so no matter what, he had to take care of this matter.

Soon, a waiter sent the contract, Zhang Zhiyuan took it and flipped it twice and was ready to pick up the pen and sign, after all, Han Siping's identity would not be boring in the contract, his face was more important than this 100 million, but just when Zhang Zhiyuan finished signing and was about to take over Han Siping's bank card, Yang Yi's voice suddenly remembered.

"When will a fake painting be sold for 150 million?"