"Beauty, you don't know, it's not that I'm going to bully her, it's that she's so annoying!" said the shopkeeper with his hands spread out and a helpless expression.

"It's been half a month in a row, every day at this time, she came over with a fake painting and asked for 50,000 yuan to sell it to me, I'm not a fool, and my money is not blown by the wind, how can I do this kind of business?"

"I'm not a fake painting, it's real!"

As soon as the old woman heard that the shopkeeper said that her words were false, she immediately became anxious.

She carefully took out a long brocade box from the cloth bag in her arms, she pursed her lips, her eyes were round, and a pair of dry palms wiped her clothes before she opened it with great caution.

During the whole process, every action of the old woman was extremely serious, as if she had opened a priceless treasure.

But when the things in the brocade box revealed Lushan's true face, even Ye Xuan's brows were slightly frowned.

It was a very quaint scroll, neatly rolled in a brocade box, but perhaps it was too old, and the edges of the scroll were beginning to yellow, and there were some dense cracks.

The old woman took a deep breath, took out the scroll, and unfolded the scroll very gently.

Soon, a landscape painting with slightly faint ink marks appeared in the eyes of Ye Xuan and Zhou Xinya.

Neither of them knew how to distinguish the authenticity of calligraphy and painting.

But the scenes in this painting are all painted vividly, vivid, and after looking at it for a long time, there is still an illusion that the painting is moving.

And at the end of the scroll, there is also a inscription, which is printed with the words "Wu Daozi".

Ye Xuan and Zhou Xinya glanced at each other, and they both saw a look of surprise in each other's eyes.

The shopkeeper glanced at it and snorted angrily: "Oh, it's this scroll, she has to say that it is a treasure handed down from her ancestors!"

"At first, I still believed it, after all, both the payment and the obsolescence of the picture scroll are very good. ”

"I was about to buy it, but I happened to be passing by Master Gao to find out, he offered to help me identify it for free, I gave Master Gao identification, but Master Gao said that this is just a fake painting imitated by the ancients, not Wu Daozi's real work at all!"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Xuan and Zhou Xinya suddenly fell silent.

Seeing this, the old woman immediately shook her head and said: "No, no, this must be the true work of Wu Daozi, because my ancestors are the descendants of Wu Daozi, this is a treasure passed down from generation to generation, it can't be fake!"

"Cut, if your ancestor is Wu Daozi, then my ancestor is a Bada Shanren! I also said that all the paintings in my shop are the authentic works of Bada Shanren, and I haven't seen anyone come to buy them!" The shopkeeper scolded unceremoniously.

At this time, Ye Xuan's eyes staring at the scroll were slightly cold.

He squatted down and smiled kindly at the old woman: "Auntie, can you let me take a closer look at this picture?"

Hearing this, the old woman nodded vigorously and said, "Of course you can, but young man, you have to be careful, don't break it, I want to sell this picture scroll for money and give my grandson a doctor." ”

Ye Xuan responded, carefully took the scroll, and lowered his head to observe.

When the shopkeeper saw this scene, he secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

Ye Xuan obviously fell in love with this painting, doesn't that mean that the business that originally belonged to him was going to be robbed by this old woman?

As soon as he thought of this, the shopkeeper said on the side: "This handsome guy, don't be deceived by her, this is definitely a fake painting, you believe me!"

The old woman just wanted to defend herself, but Ye Xuan retorted coldly: "You said that her painting is fake, is there any evidence?"

"Evidence?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Master Gao personally identified it and said that it was fake, then it must be fake, what evidence do you use?"

"Who is Master Gao?" Ye Xuan frowned.

"Master Gao...... You don't even know Master Gao?"

The shopkeeper looked surprised, "It seems that you are really a newcomer who has just been involved in the antiques, so I can't watch you being deceived." ”

"Let me tell you the truth, Master Gao said, the reason why this painting is fake is because the name of this painting is "Travels in the Mountains Behind Liuzhuang", and its real author should be Yan Liben, not Wu Daozi!"

"This is obviously the imitation of Yan Liben's paintings by later generations, and then the name of Wu Daozi, wanting to sell them at a high price with fake paintings, this kind of fake paintings are too common in the antique world, and I have long been accustomed to it. ”

Hearing his words, the old woman's face changed.

She was worried that Ye Xuan and Zhou Xinya would believe each other's words, so she would have no chance to sell the painting.

Her grandson is still lying in a hospital bed.

It was the dean who saw that she was pitiful with her grandson alone, so he agreed to treat her grandson first, but she must make up the medical expenses within half a month, otherwise they can't do anything, after all, the hospital is not a charity.

She had no choice but to take out the family's ancestral paintings and sell them, only to be told that it was fake, how could she accept it?

Ye Xuan didn't listen to the shopkeeper's words, his eyes kept staring at the painting carefully.

Pedestrians coming and going on the antique street were also attracted by the movement here.

Most of them are regulars on the street, so from the moment they see the old woman, many of them laugh loudly.

"Haha, it's this old woman again, and Old Man Sun is also unlucky, he was actually entangled by this old woman!"

"Hey, hey, maybe this old woman has a crush on old man Sun, and selling paintings is just an excuse. ”

"It makes sense, it just so happens that the two of them look about the same age, what a good match!"

The laughter from the crowd made the shopkeeper's face turn red.

He glared at the people who were laughing at him, and saw that they were all owners of several antique shops on the same street.

As the so-called peers are like enemy countries, these shopkeepers don't deal with him on weekdays, and they can't wait to find a chance to see him make a fool of themselves!

This time he encountered such a thing, and in their eyes, he was naturally the best laughing stock.

The old woman didn't pay attention to these remarks, anyway, her current situation, even if she was ridiculed, what would she do?

She is only worried now that Ye Xuan also thinks that this painting is fake and is not ready to buy it, then she will have no money to pay for her grandson's hospitalization.

Today is the deadline, and if she can't pay the money, the hospital won't continue to treat her grandson.

Once something happens to her grandson, then she will die, and she will have no shame to face the child's parents underground!

At this time, Ye Xuan finally withdrew his gaze from the painting.

He took a deep breath, quietly hid the shock in his eyes, got up and looked at the shopkeeper, and said in a playful tone: "Boss, this painting will sell you for 50,000 yuan, don't you really want it?"

"Cut ......"

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes and sneered: "The fool only spent 50,000 yuan to buy this painting, this thing is a little older, I can consider receiving 5,000, and 50,000 yuan is not to be discussed!"

Ye Xuan hooked the corners of his mouth and continued: "I'll give you another chance to think about it, 50,000 yuan, do you want it?"

As he spoke, Ye Xuan also twitched the scroll in his hand, and his smile revealed an unpredictable taste.

The shopkeeper glanced at Ye Xuan suspiciously, not knowing why.

But after a while, he flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "I was almost frightened by you, you are a newcomer in the antique world, what kind of psychological game are you playing with me?"

"This painting has been identified by Master Gao Chengao, there is no doubt that it is a fake painting, I will definitely not spend money on it, you have been asking me if I want to buy it, I will not be in the same group as this old woman, come to cheat my money, right?"

As soon as these words came out, a whisper suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"Is this painting authenticated by Master Gao, it must be a fake painting!"

"That's right, I'm almost blind, but this painting is really good, even if it's not true, it's still okay to buy it back and decorate the study!"

"That's not worth 50,000, I think this boss is too high to open 5,000, and the price of 2,000 is worth it!"

……

Listening to those quarrels, Ye Xuan was unmoved, still staring at the shopkeeper with a smile.

"I'll give you one last chance, 50,000 yuan for this painting, can you accept it?" Ye Xuan asked with a smile.

The shopkeeper flicked his sleeves and said angrily: "I said I wouldn't buy it, what are you going to do, I think you are this old woman's gang, if you don't want to buy something, get out quickly, don't affect my business!"