Fang Tianyou sneered at Pan Zhihua, but he didn't bother to explain anything, he was about to roll up the painting and put it away, and hurriedly left the antique street.

"Hey, Wang Wei's landscape paintings?" At this moment, another voice sounded from behind Fang Tianyou.

Fang Tianyou turned around and saw an old man in his sixties, looking curiously at the painting in his hand.

Seeing Fang Tianyou turn around, the old man smiled and signaled to Fang Tianyou, "Young man, can you let me see this painting?"

"Hey, this old man also has a lot of "True Yuan" on his body, although it is not as good as the "True Yuan" of the cultivation realm, but it is much more condensed than Chang Chun Zhenren and the Zen Master of Tempering Hatred, and even more condensed than the female policeman just now. There is a faint breath of Jin Ge Iron Horse on his body. Presumably, he must have been a soldier when he was young and experienced many life-and-death battles.

And although he looks like he is in his sixties on the surface, he is actually seventy or eighty years old, but he is still in good spirits. It's rare to be able to speak so kindly without being arrogant. ”

Fang Tianyou looked at the old man in front of him, smiled and handed over the painting, he wanted to try what the old man had discovered.

The old man took the painting and looked at it carefully for a while before sighing, "It turned out to be a copy of the work." ”

"If it's genuine, I'm afraid it won't appear in the antique street, and it will have to be auctioned. Fang Tianyou said with a smile. He didn't sense the old man's mood fluctuating, and it seemed that the old man didn't see the mystery in the painting.

"That's right...... Wang Wei's picture of Snow Creek, the artistic conception is very Zen, although this one is a copy, the style of painting is also somewhat close to Wang Wei, with a certain value, I don't know if the little brother is interested in cutting love?" The old man closed the painting, seemingly a little reluctant, but still handed it to Fang Tianyou.

When the shopkeeper heard this, his heart suddenly jumped, and he asked first: "This old gentleman, how much do you think this painting is worth?" He faintly regretted that he had sold this painting for 500 at a glance, and the old man really liked this painting at first glance, and if he had come earlier, he might have been able to slaughter him severely.

"Thirty thousand Huaxia coins, young man, what do you think?" the old man smiled slightly.

"30,000 Huaxia coins?" The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth twitched, and he couldn't wait to slap his two mouths hard, and he secretly regretted it in his heart, why did he miscalculate today!

He was still complacent about selling it for 500 yuan just now, if he kept it and sold it to the old man in front of him, the profit would almost be worth half a year's income.

Even Pan Zhihua next to him felt that his face couldn't hold it. He just flaunted his knowledge and concluded that the scroll was worthless, and now this old man with extraordinary bearing opened his mouth for 30,000 Chinese coins.

"It's really shit luck!" Pan Zhihua scolded in a low voice. He thought that Fang Tianyou would definitely be in a hurry to make a move.

Unexpectedly, Fang Tianyou shook his head and said, "Old man, I'm sorry, I don't want to sell this painting." ”

"You bought it for 500 yuan from me, but you didn't sell it for 30,000 yuan, your heart is too dark!"

The shopkeeper accused Fang Tianyou with "righteousness and strictness", and then looked at the old man with a flattering face and said, "Old man, let's not spend money to buy his painting." I still have the copied paintings here, even the paintings of Wu Daozi and Gu Kaizhi, why don't I show them to you?"

He deliberately quoted Fang Tianyou's purchase price, which is typical of not being able to eat grapes and saying that grapes are sour, and sincerely dismantling Fang Tianyou's platform.

What kind of character the old man was, of course he knew that the shopkeeper was purely jealous, so he didn't pay attention to him, just looked at Fang Tianyou and said, "Young man, I really like this painting, so add another 20,000." This price is already much higher than the market. ”

"Fifty thousand!" the shopkeeper's head "buzzed", his intestines were repentant, the old man in front of him looked like the master who was not short of money, if he didn't sell this painting, he kept it and sold it to this old man, and it was possible to sell it for seventy or eighty thousand.

What's even more hateful is that the young man in front of him, who looks harmless to humans and animals, turns out to be a cunning villain, saying that he doesn't want to say anything

Selling this painting is obviously taking the opportunity to raise the price! More suitable than me to be a profiteer! The shopkeeper's gaze at Fang Tianyou almost sparked.

"Didn't you say that this painting is worthless? Why is it that this old man is 50,000 yuan as soon as he opens his mouth?" Ouyang Jingjing asked Pan Zhihua suspiciously. When she heard the movement here, she was also aroused and walked over to see the excitement.

When Pan Zhihua heard Ouyang Jingjing's question, his face flushed instantly, and he said: "This, hey, the old man, people are old and dazzled, and they are easy to be fooled!"

In order to excuse himself, he simply stepped forward and pretended to be kind to persuade the old man: "Hey, old man, don't fall for this kid, this is clearly a fake." ”

"I haven't reached the point where people are dazzled by old age! Money is something outside the body, and what I like, I just think it's worth it, and I don't want to be mixed with idle people!" the old man said unhappily. Obviously, Pan Zhihua's words, he heard it just now.

"You ......" Pan Zhihua was bored with himself, and his face turned even redder.

The old man didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, and said to Fang Tianyou: "Add another 10,000." ”

"This ......" Fang Tianyou hesitated for a while. Now he only has a dozen yuan left in his pocket, and 60,000 Huaxia coins is not a small amount for him. Although he knew that there was another mystery in the painting, he could not judge its specific value.

"Sixty thousand, little brother, you can sell it, the most copied paintings are only a few thousand, and the price of sixty thousand is the first time I have seen it. ”

"Yes, this old man seems to like this painting very much, you are an adult......

At this time, some customers in the vicinity also noticed the movement here, and some knowledgeable people couldn't help but persuade them.

"Hmph, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, and the painting I just bought, people have given more than ten times the price, and I don't know what to do!" said the shopkeeper, who was already afraid that the world would not be chaotic at this time.

Seeing that Fang Tianyou was still hesitating, the old man couldn't help frowning. It's not that he is reluctant to add more money, but he thinks that this young man is too greedy.

"Old man, I don't want to hide it, I don't sell this painting because there is another mystery in this painting. Fang Tianyou saw that there were more and more onlookers, and he didn't want to entangle too much, so he simply said bluntly.

"Another mystery?" Hearing Fang Tianyou's words, the old man became interested, "Then I really haven't seen it." Tell me, what's the mystery in this painting?"

The onlookers immediately quieted down, and many of the people present were knowledgeable, and their eyes were vicious at a glance to see that this painting was copied by others, and Fang Tianyou said that there was another mystery in this painting, which made them curious and secretly surprised.

"How is that possible?" the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "This painting has been in my shop for a year or two, and with my experience in the antique world for twenty or thirty years, if there is really a mystery, I haven't seen it earlier!"

Pan Zhihua also sneered: "I don't think there is a mystery in the painting, but you are playing tricks, and you want to use this to raise the price of this painting, you are really insatiable and ill-intentioned!"

Fang Tianyou looked at the two of them with a sneer and said, "You can't see the mystery, it can only mean that you have no eyes." ”

"Okay, since you are so sure, then I'll make a bet with you, if this painting really has another mystery, I will lose you 60,000 yuan! If you lose, return the painting to me for free!" The shopkeeper looked at the scroll in Fang Tianyou's hand with burning eyes.

"I'm also betting 60,000 yuan, if there is really another valuable secret in the painting, even if you win, I'll give you 60,000! If you lose, I don't want your money, you just need to kowtow to me three times and call me grandpa." Pan Zhihua said hatefully.

Ouyang Jingjing pulled Pan Zhihua's clothes and wanted to dissuade him, but he was willing to listen, and he wanted to hit Fang Tianyou so as to save face.

The old man quietly watched the argument of the three of them, and did not say anything, but looked at Fang Tianyou with interest.

"Haha, you are willing to send me money, of course I am happy to accept it!" Fang Tianyou said with a smile.

Hearing that both parties agreed to the terms of the gambling contract, the spectators immediately became interested, and soon some good people took the initiative to stand up and become notaries, surrounding the three of them in the middle. The old man was helplessly squeezed out of the circle.

"Hmph, see how hard you can be!" The shopkeeper looked like Fang Tianyou.

"Okay, don't delay. Let's take a look at what you're talking about. Pan Zhihua urged impatiently.

"You have taken a closer look...... Fang Tianyou said, unfolding the scroll. Take a knife from the shop and gently swipe it towards the lower right corner of the scroll.

The painting has been framed, and there is an inch wide blank rice paper at the left and right ends, so Fang Tianyou does not have to worry about damaging the main body of the scroll.

After cutting a small opening, Fang Tianyou dipped his right index finger and thumb in some saliva, and then gently twisted it several times on the small opening, and then the rice paper that originally looked like a whole at the small opening was divided into two sides.

Fang Tianyou carefully cut upwards along this gap with a knife, and a mezzanine more than a foot long suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Fang Tianyou took a camera from the shopkeeper's shop and took out a thin sheet of paper in the size of eight carats from the mezzanine.

It's a small scroll, but it doesn't have a shaft handle.

"This scroll has a simple style, it must not be ordinary!"

"There's a word on it, too...... "Taishang Five Bucket Sutra", this is a Taoist scripture. Look at this font, it should be written by people in the Ming Dynasty!"

"This is, this is a Taoist scripture written by Wen Wei, a calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty, and it seems that it can be worth at least four or five hundred thousand."

"This young man has a very poisonous eye......"

The crowd suddenly exploded, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

The shopkeeper felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost fell to the ground. This time, he not only missed the calligraphy and painting scrolls worth four or five hundred thousand, but also bet on losing sixty thousand!

Pan Zhihua's face was as swollen as a pig's liver, it was not that he couldn't afford to lose the 60,000 yuan, but he couldn't afford to lose this person, especially in front of his goddess.