"I want you to buy gold-plated, what are you buying this plastic for? It's useless! Look at it, the mysterious little miracle doctor mentioned in this newspaper can even pull back people in their twenties before the ghost door closes, and those who are also studying medicine, can you see what you can do?"

Su Yuanshan snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with Ye Chen.

I really don't know how his daughter, who he regards as a treasure, fell in love with Ye Chen.

It's like flowers stuck in cow dung!

Su Ruoxue thought in her heart, if she let her father know that the miracle doctor who saved people was his most dissatisfied son-in-law, she really didn't know what kind of expression it would be.

Su Yuanshan took out a long brocade box from the bedroom, and after opening it, a scroll of paintings came into view.

"Dad, where did you buy the ancient paintings, and how much did it cost this time?!"

Su Ruoxue complained angrily, how many years have passed, and she still can't change this hobby at such an old age, she often bought this kind of antique calligraphy and painting when she was young, and she was not deceived enough?

Su Yuanshan made a straight face: "Ruoxue, how can you speak! Dad bought this one is a monument of the Tang Dynasty! The author was also a well-known painter at that time!"

Tang dynasty?

Su Ruoxue was taken aback: "How much did you buy this painting?"

"It's not expensive, two hundred and eighty thousand. Su Yuanshan waved his hand and spread out the painting like a baby.

What an ink landscape painting, embellished with atmosphere and majestic.

"280,000?!Mom knows?, you probably took the money from her passbook to buy a painting?!"

"What's wrong with taking the money, isn't all the money in it saved by me and your mother? You girl, you don't understand the market! This is an ancient painting of the Tang Dynasty, I've found a good thing! If you meet a suitable buyer, let alone 280,000, even if it's 2.8 million, someone will rush to collect it!" Su Yuanshan raised his neck.

He is very concerned about this painting now, and even the owner of the Panjiayuan antique shop admires this painting to the extreme!

"This painting can't be worth that much. Ye Chen next to him shook his head.

Su Yuanshan glared at him: "What do you know? The ancient paintings of the Tang Dynasty, 2.8 million yuan are considered to be sold cheaply." ”

Ye Chen nodded: "It is true that the price of ancient paintings in the Tang Dynasty is very expensive, but it is impossible for this one to be sold for a high price, because this is a fake painting." ”

"Ye Chen, don't pretend to understand!" Su Ruoxue frowned.

Su Yuanshan's eyes widened even more angrily: "Stinky boy, you have a long temper, even I dare to fool me?!"

Seriously, if it weren't for Ye Chen being his son-in-law, if he was his own son, he would really want to have a big mouth.

"You don't believe the truth I say, but you firmly believe in the lie of an antique seller outside. ”

Ye Chen shook his head helplessly.

He reached out and touched the ancient painting, poked inside, and twisted a thin thread.

"This is nylon, a synthetic material, Dad, do you think a canvas from more than a thousand years ago can still be woven with nylon?"

Su Yuanshan was stunned and glanced back at his daughter: "I'm ...... I was cheated? 280,000 losses?"

"Dad, let's go to the antique shop to find the owner and return the money, he's a fraud, a layman like you!"

Su Ruoxue was angry, if Yang Peipei knew about it, it was estimated that she would be able to fight with Su Yuanshan for more than a month in a rage!

The father and daughter put the painting back in the brocade box in a panic, went downstairs and drove a red Audi from the garage, and galloped towards Panjiayuan.

Half an hour later, Su Yuanshan rushed into Lao Zhang's antique shop with a brocade box, and shouted angrily: "Boss! You lie to me? This painting is clearly a modern imitation, but you say it is an ancient painting of the Tang Dynasty!"

The owner of the antique shop was a middle-aged man with two beards, dripping eyes, and he looked very shrewd.

There are also many customers in the store who are picking up antiques, and when they see someone coming to find faults, they look lively with joy.

The boss sat on the chair and took a sip of tea without hurrying: "You said I lied to you, what evidence is there?"

Su Yuanshan opened the box, spread out the painting, and twisted the thin line: "This is nylon, it is a modern synthetic material, how can there be nylon in the canvas of the Tang Dynasty?!"

At this time, Su Ruoxue and Ye Chen, who had parked the car, also walked in.

The boss narrowed his shrewd eyes, it seemed that this big fat sheep had met an expert, and he saw through the painting at a glance that it was an imitation.

However, he was not afraid, but asked rhetorically: "Mr. Su, if I am not mistaken, when you came to buy a painting from me yesterday, I said that it was very likely to be an ancient painting, and I did not say that it must be a real ancient painting!"

"But you said the painting had been authenticated by an expert!"

"Yes, it's been evaluated by experts, but experts are also people, and they can make mistakes. Besides, this painting was sold to you for 280,000 yuan, it was originally a Taopin, if it is sure to be genuine, let alone 280,000 yuan, even 2.8 million yuan, I will not sell it!"

Su Yuanshan pointed at him, his angry eyes widened: "You don't want to admit it?"

The boss sneered: "The rules of the antique world, money and goods are clear, after you finish paying, this painting will be yours, and it has nothing to do with me."

On the other hand, if you find a real antique, even if it is worth a fortune, I won't get a penny in dividends, right?"

Among the customers wandering around the store, some people said disdainfully: "If you say so, if you make it, it will be yours, and if you lose it, you will return it, then won't all these antique stores have to lose no pants to wear?"

"What are you talking about! He didn't say that to me yesterday!" Su Yuanshan angrily refuted himself.

"You will believe whatever he says, big fat sheep, he deserves to be slaughtered!"

"You ......"

Su Ruoxue grabbed her excited father: "Dad, don't get excited, let's think about it in the long run." ”

Ye Chen was behind and could see clearly that the owner of this antique shop had too close eye contact with some customers.

It seems that among these guests, there is a trust, and it is estimated that it is specifically to deceive Su Yuanshan, who doesn't understand but wants to buy a big fat sheep at a big price.

"How do you sell this teapot?"

He walked over to the counter, played with a rosewood teapot, and asked.

The boss glanced at it: "This is a red sandalwood teapot from the Ming Dynasty, beautifully made, well-preserved, and priced at 500,000 yuan." ”

"What about this?" Ye Chen pointed to a painting hanging on the wall again.

The boss explained again: "This is a copy of Tang Yin's painting, although it is not a genuine work, but the absolute painting skills are first-class, worth 150,000 yuan." ”

After that, Ye Chen either pointed to the blue and white porcelain, or pointed to the teacup, and the boss helped explain them one by one.

However, when Ye Chen pointed to a modern urinal in the antique shop, the boss finally couldn't help it: "Are you kidding me? Even if you lose money, there's no need to make trouble with me, right?!"