This angry shout came from outside the door, a familiar voice and emphasis, Pan Shiran knew that it was the master who came back when he heard it.

In just a moment, a man in a Tang costume appeared in Pan Shiran's sight, raised his foot and stepped over the threshold, his originally warm face was covered with haze at this time, and the man who had always been gentle looked a little cold.

The person who came was Zhou Wenbin, the owner of Jubaolou!

And followed by a tall man, a pair of dark eyes like ink from time to time crossed a touch of coldness, deep and good-looking facial features, and the tight pursed lips added a bit of toughness, even if it was just standing behind Zhou Wenbin, the aura was not to be ignored.

The middle-aged man looked at the two people in front of him with a somewhat surprised expression.

Zhou Wenbin, the leader, approached step by step, unceremoniously looked up and down the person who had just spoken wildly, he basically knew all the characters in the upper circle of the magic capital, at least eight or nine of the ten people he had dealt with, and the remaining one or two were rich ladies who did not like to socialize.

But in terms of the bearing and literacy of a middle-aged man, Zhou Wenbin doesn't think that this person will belong to the upper circle, from the clothes and conversation, it seems that the local tyrant circle is more suitable for him, and he shouldn't have dealt with this kind of person, but his words just now were too presumptuous.

Zhou Wenbin frowned and stared at the man in front of him, and the back of the middle-aged man who looked at him with a cool gaze glowed, "Who are you? What are you looking at? What is there to see?"

"Snort, it's really not worth seeing!" Zhou Wenbin sneered, and his eyes quickly fell on the apprentice not far away, "Little stone, how did you entertain him?" Pan Shiran hurriedly stepped forward and whispered to him about the situation just now.

The master and apprentice said to themselves, not caring at all that the middle-aged man's face instantly turned into a pig's liver color, with a little indifference and contempt, the middle-aged man snorted his lips and wanted to open his mouth to refute something, but the momentum of the man in Tang costume in front of him was too strong, which made him a little stressed.

Suddenly remembered that his business partner had told him that the owner of Jubaolou is very familiar with the people in the Kyoto circle, and the backstage behind him is strong, so he must not be provoked, could it be that the man in front of him is the boss of Jubaolou?

Thinking of this, the resentment on the middle-aged man's face retracted slightly, and his gaze suddenly changed when he looked at Zhou Wenbin, and his voice became a little respectful, "You are the boss of Jubaolou?"

"Exactly. Zhou Wenbin's tone raised slightly, his long body stood there, the crimson dark pattern Tang suit and black trousers, with a literati elegance, but those eyes were full of fierceness, "Do you have an opinion on Jubaolou?"

"How so? Misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding. The middle-aged man explained with an embarrassed face that although he is not a wealthy family, he has been able to fight from a rural boy to today's status, relying on his usual eyesight and bearing to be able to bend and stretch in case of trouble.

Just now, I didn't choose to say anything, but I was also angry with Pan Shiran's appraisal results, and the antiques that cost 8 million yuan were actually denied by a mediocre-looking junior.

"The main thing is that this little two didn't have much hands-on identification, and after a few seconds, he determined that it was true or false, this, how can this be said in the past?"

At the mention of this, the middle-aged man still had a little anger on his face, "And it is said that it is fake, I bought it from Mr. Ouyang, a famous collector in Hong Kong, who is Mr. Ouyang, and how can it be a fake thing that I bought from him?"

Zhou Wenbin's brows frowned slightly, the middle-aged man said that Mr. Ouyang is a famous collector of antique paintings and calligraphy in Hong Kong, Ouyang Zhen, whose collection of antique paintings and calligraphy objects is the largest number and the highest value in Asia, and at least three of the top ten antique objects in the Asian auction amount are in his hands, which is still information on the surface.

"Little stone, which of your calligraphy and paintings is he using for identification?"

Pan Shiran leaned over slightly and whispered, "It's Wang Xi's." ”

Zhou Wenbin's brows furrowed even tighter, if it was really Wang Xi's genuine work, how could Mr. Ouyang Zhen be willing to sell it, a rare treasure in the world, an unusual small object.

It's no wonder that Pan Shiran identified it so quickly, and he saw more imitations of Wang Xi, compared to the identification of his authentic works, the speed of identification of imitations is obviously faster.

Just when Zhou Wenbin was still thinking, Shen Ziyi behind him didn't know what to think, and asked abruptly, "Are you sure you bought it from Ouyang Zhen himself?" The deep meaning in the words seemed to give Zhou Wenbin inspiration.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have heard something recently. ”

Zhou Wenbin's expression suddenly became a little solemn, and his voice was also dyed with a touch of heaviness, "A few days ago, I heard a friend in the circle say that recently, several rich people in the magic capital have bought rare treasures from Ouyang Zhenli, and it is said that these rich people spend a lot of money on them, and the treasures they buy are even more valuable. ”

Shen Ziyi seemed to understand what Zhou Wenbin meant, and glanced at him, "Are you suspecting that those are all fake?"

"I don't know, the time is too coincidental, unless there is a serious capital turnover problem in the Ouyang family industry, there will not be so many transferred antique objects at once, and each of them is a rare treasure?"

Pan Shiran couldn't help but analyze beside him, "There have been no particularly big financial and economic problems in Hong Kong recently, and the spokesman of the Ouyang family only announced the economic report for the third quarter two days ago, no problem at all!"

"That's really weird!"

Shen Ziyi pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Then has anyone seen the treasure they bought?"

Zhou Wenbin shook his head, "I've never heard of this." ”

"Master, master, I heard something a few days ago, there was a banquet at the Galaxy Hotel on Saturday night, it is said that someone wants to share rare treasures in recent years, do you think it will have something to do with it?"

"Rare treasures?!"

Shen Ziyi felt more and more that this matter was becoming more and more strange, but the antiques that were rare in the past have appeared frequently in recent days, and there is a trace of strangeness everywhere, "Are the rare treasures that have appeared recently too cheap?

The words of the three of them discussed in a low voice did not deliberately suppress it, but the middle-aged man's face became more and more pale the more he listened, he was not a stupid person, as long as he calmed down and thought about all this, the details of the past seemed to point to the direction of the truth at this time.

His heart couldn't help but beat in horror, and the beads of sweat on his face became more and more, and the middle-aged man squeezed out this sentence from his mouth with difficulty, "Two masters, can you help me take another look at this?"

"It's because I'm not careful enough, too greedy, when I was on a business trip in Nanyue, I learned from a friend that Ouyang Zhen wanted to sell a rare masterpiece of calligraphy and painting privately, I didn't believe it at that time, after all, Master Ouyang is so famous and has such a wide range of contacts, how could he find me, a small businessman?"

"But my friend said that because there was a blue and white porcelain object at the auction in Hong Kong in October, Master Ouyang had taken a fancy to it early and was preparing funds, but the people he knew were all colleagues in Hong Kong, and everyone was interested in the blue and white porcelain, how could they lend it to him, this is not cheap to our hands. ”

"I was skeptical, but if it's true, what about a trip. In the process of the middle-aged man's narration, Zhou Wenbin had already unfolded the calligraphy that was said to be Wang Xi's authentic handwriting.

"And the day I arrived in the port capital, although I didn't see Master Ouyang, I saw his assistant, as well as his youngest son Ouyang Xin, and even went to Master Ouyang's house. ”

"Is there anyone else on the scene besides you and the two of them?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Neither are the appraisers?"

Shen Ziyi raised his eyebrows, looked at the other party and continued to shake his head, his expression full of frustration and chagrin.

The middle-aged man already knew Shen Ziyi's intention in asking these questions, it was nothing more than that when he bought it, there was no third-party certifier present, and no one could testify for him, even if it was identified as a fake....

"Sorry, this is fake. ”

If he didn't believe what Pan Shiran said just now, what Zhou Wenbin said now was like the last heavy blow smashed on the heart of a middle-aged man, and his whole face suddenly turned gray.

Scammed!