This sentence was not loud, but Zheng Zheng happened to hear it clearly. He stopped and looked over to see a young man with a mustache looking at him with contempt.

"How do you speak?" Zheng Zheng didn't speak, and Zheng Yonghe was not happy. He glanced sideways at the young man, snorted impatiently, and said, "Do you have to teach you how to be a man?"

Zheng Zheng and Zheng Yonghe chatted for a long time, and they also had a little understanding of Zheng Yonghe's temper. He was embarrassed by the stall owner before, just because he broke other people's things first and consciously lost some money, so although he knew that the stall owner was blackmailing him, he didn't compete with the stall owner. But after this half-day effort, Zheng Zheng felt that this uncle was a little reckless.

When the young man saw that Zheng Yonghe's words were not good, he felt a little less in his heart, but he didn't want to bow his head like this, he said stiffly: "I didn't say anything about you, what are you anxious about." ”

Watching the excitement is not afraid of big things, and the onlookers on the side consciously stood a little farther away when they saw this, and no one persuaded them to make peace, just waiting to see the excitement.

"You didn't say he meant me, did you?" Zheng Zheng handed Zheng Yonghe a cigarette, lit one himself, and then looked at the young man and said with a smile: "You can admit it if it's a crotch with a handle, don't be like a girl." ”

The young man was also aroused, and he stiffened his neck and said, "What if I said it, what do you want to do?"

The folk customs of the western capital city are relatively strong, and after these words are put out, it is almost time for the two sides to start. Everyone thought that Zheng Zheng should burst into a foul language and then rushed towards the young man to paste his bear face, but Zheng Zheng nodded impatiently and said with a smile: "It's what you said, I'm afraid I won't be able to find the Lord for a while." ”

The young man was stunned when he heard this, but before he could speak, Zheng Zheng stopped paying attention to him, and turned to the stall owner and said, "Brother, borrow your stall and use it." ”

As he spoke, Zheng Zheng opened the box in his hand, took out the painting, and laid it out in the place where it was placed before.

"Eh, brother, this ......" Zheng Zheng's actions saw the stall owner's heart, he smiled and said: "This and this...... That's not how business works......"

How could Zheng Zheng not understand what this stall owner was thinking, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't want to give it back to you, or I want to borrow this place from you to use it." ”

Hearing Zheng Zheng say this, the stall owner was relieved. But he immediately became curious in his heart, what the hell was this young man going to do?

Zheng Zheng laid out the painting, but he was not in a hurry to do anything else. He looked at the young man on the side and said, "Originally, I didn't want to do this here, because this kind of thing is a bit too pretentious, and it is easy to annoy people if you do it." ”

"But," Zheng Zheng took out the Swiss Army knife from his pocket, and he shook his head while breaking the small scissors on the Swiss Army knife, "It's just that I'm the most annoying person, especially the one who steps on me and pretends to force." When I meet this kind of person, I can only catch him and him. ”

After speaking, Zheng Zheng turned his head and glanced at the young man again, and the "pretending to be forced" in his mouth was obviously talking about him.

Of course, the young man knew what Zheng Zheng meant and wanted to have a seizure, but Zheng Yonghe, who was standing on the side, made him very estimated that he couldn't have a seizure.

Zheng Zheng no longer looked at the young man, he searched carefully on the painting for a while, and finally found a slightly larger small damage in the mounted brocade. He carefully pressed the edge of the small scissors against the break, and then carefully cut the break.

The damage was cut open by about five centimeters, but there was nothing unusual about the cut. Zheng Zheng frowned, put this damage alone, and cut the other one.

After a short period of effort, all the damages on the framed brocade cloth were cut by Zheng Zheng, but these cut holes did not reveal anything unusual.

The young man was a little worried at first, but now he was relieved. He looked at Zheng Zheng, who was frowning, and sneered: "I said you, you just have to be convinced, what's the matter, do you still want to prove that you are not stupid?"

"Hurry up and laugh. Zheng Zheng didn't look at him, and after responding coldly, he opened the blade of the Swiss Army knife in his hand.

Along the junction between the painting paper and the brocade cloth, Zheng Zheng carefully stabbed the tip of the knife into it.

"Little brother, what are you doing here? If this painting is broken, it won't be worth three thousand!" the stall owner on the side saw it clearly, and hurriedly dissuaded.

Zheng Yonghe, who was on the side, glanced at the painting with surprise on his face, then looked at the small porcelain bowl in his hand, shook his head and laughed twice.

Looking at the stall owner who kindly dissuaded him, Zheng Zheng smiled, but he didn't stop in his hand, and swiped lightly on the drawing paper, causing a soft sound of thorns.

The knife was slashed down, and the stall owners next to him closed their eyes. Zheng Zheng's knife opened a big hole in the drawing paper, and the quality of the painting plummeted, even if a buyer was willing to accept the painting, it would definitely not sell for 3,000 yuan.

"Haha. ”

When everyone saw that Zheng Zheng destroyed the painting with one sword, they were still feeling sorry for the 3,000 yuan, and at this moment, Zheng Zheng laughed a few times and tore open the cut painting paper with one hand!

There was a "stab" sound, and Zheng Zheng had an extra piece of slap-sized piece of paper in his hand.

"It's over......" The stall owner shook his head as he watched from the sidelines, after the painting was torn up, it could only be sold as scrap in antiques, and it could be sold for three hundred yuan to be considered profitable.

Seeing this, the young man who made a provocative remark of the "stupid ......" was about to speak after sneering a few times, but was interrupted by Zheng Zheng.

Throwing aside the fragments of the drawing paper in his hand indifferently, Zheng Zheng pointed to the painting spread out on the ground, looked at the young man and sneered: "Take a good look." ”

The young man snorted disdainfully, but his eyes still looked over subconsciously.

At first glance, the smug look on the young man's face immediately condensed.

"This ......"

The stall owner closest to the painting looked at the painting and gasped for air, shocked.

Under the painting paper torn by Zheng Zheng, the brocade cloth under the painting paper was not revealed, but another piece of painting paper was revealed!

"Come, laugh a few more times and let me hear it?"

Zheng Zheng sneered and glanced at the stunned young man, then turned around and carefully tore apart the damaged drawing paper little by little, revealing the painting paper under the drawing paper.

The surrounding audience hula and cheered around, no one spoke, and one by one watched Zheng Zheng's movements intently.

After a while, Zheng Zheng had already removed all the layers of painting paper on the surface, and the second layer of paintings that had been hidden by the painting paper for an unknown period of time was finally revealed.

This is a landscape painting, painted on the heavy mountains and mountains, the mountains are steep, the painter uses the pen sharp, does not see the slightest place to drag the mud and water, the painting is very exquisite. There are several vermilion imprints in the blank space in the lower left corner of the painting, which are obviously treasured by many collectors. Next to these marks is the inscription of the author of the painting.

"In the twenty-third summer of Jiazi, he is not drunk and fasting. ”

Zheng Zheng pronounced the title clearly, then looked at the ugly young man on the side, and said with a smile: "Jiazi twenty-three years...... If I'm not mistaken, this should be something from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. I don't know who this non-drunk master is, so let me flip through the book when I get back. ”

"But no matter who this owner is, this is a genuine Qing Dynasty calligraphy and painting. Zheng Zheng looked at him and sneered: "I bought it back for three thousand yuan, I don't think I'm at a loss." ”

Zheng Zheng lit a cigarette very easily, and asked with a smile, "Who is the fool now, huh?"

"You're blinded! It's a coincidence!" The young man's face was hot, and he wanted to find a staircase for himself, and he didn't choose to say anything for a while.

Zheng Yonghe snorted coldly, picked up the small coarse porcelain bowl in his hand and said, "The antique hidden in this bowl is what my brother showed me." Even if he is lucky enough to be blind once, can he still blind him twice in a row?" he looked at the disdainful smile of the faceless young man, and snorted coldly: "Stupid. ”

"You ......," the young man gritted his teeth.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Yonghe looked at each other coldly, not at all.

While the two of them were raising the bar, the mobile phone in Zheng Zheng's pocket vibrate. After seeing the mobile phone number, he ignored the young man or the scroll on the ground, and turned and walked out of the noisy crowd.