"Hehe, last time I was in your store, I was stolen by you and Boss Mao to change the pillars and change the contract, this time you got two identical boxes and two framed identical paintings!" He took Tang Yi's cigarette from his back, lit it and took a puff.

Tang Yi took out his mobile phone and released a recording, which was the conversation with the fat man just now, "Listen well, I didn't steal the beams and change the pillars!" I told him that it was a modern imitation, and that I had another one, and it was him, and I had to do it! You see, I've picked up another one and hung it in the store! ”

was stunned for a moment, and then gave a thumbs up, "Not a drop of water!" Foolproof! ”

"If I can't do it, what if your mouth can't close once in a while? Or when you want to open up, come to me to borrow money, do you say I borrow or not? Tang Yi looked at his back, his eyes were like electricity.

The back was uncomfortable, and he wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his hand, "Boss Tang said with a smile, I'll leave first if there's nothing to do!" ”

"Wait!" Tang Yi stretched out his hand and took out two hundred yuan from his wallet, "I have something to do at noon today, I can't eat with you, you can find a place to eat by yourself!" ”

"This Boss Mao's account has been settled, Boss Tang, you are too generous!" He said this with his back in his mouth, but his hand took the money.

"You're welcome, cooperate with me, there will be no loss!" The corners of Tang Yi's mouth rose.

The back walked out of the store, the wind came, blowing on the sweaty forehead, and the back shivered, "This kid is young, but he has a good time, I really can't offend him in the future!" ”

Tang Yi looked at his back and walked out of the store, and took out his mobile phone: "Boss Wang! What a coincidence, I borrowed a painting from you this morning, and just now a friend of mine took a fancy to it, and I had to buy it, and said that I like imitations, which are beautiful and cost-free! Please make a price! ”

A voice came from the earpiece: "Oh, that painting was painted by a senior student of the Academy of Fine Arts, one thousand paintings can be picked at will, this Qiu Ying, I think it's okay, the size is large, so I used the old Ayazi old framer, and I made it old by the way, but it made you laugh!" Since it's your friend who wants it, then you can watch it and give it! ”

If you want to give him a cost price, he will immediately come to a call like "You have to let me drink soup if you eat meat".

"Okay, I'll send you 20,000 yuan when I go back!" Tang Yi said briskly.

"Oops! It is said that Boss Tang is authentic, and now I can see it, but I am disrespectful! By the way, I see you got two long boxes this morning, and if you need them, just come to me and pick them up! ”

1,000 painting hearts, 1,000 old ayakos, 1,000 old framers, this is the book of this painting. Don't say that peers come to buy, they are people with a little eyesight, this painting is sold for 10,000 yuan, Tang Yi opened his mouth for 20,000 yuan, can this Boss Wang be happy?

Tang Yi is neither a wronged boss nor a loser, this is an extra 10,000 yuan, and he bought it to let Boss Wang control his mouth.

There were no guests at noon, Tang Yi locked the door of the store, and simply went to a nearby restaurant to eat, thinking about finishing the meal, took the money by the way, sent it to Boss Wang, and settled the matter.

When Tang Yi was eating, the old soy sauce, the long-haired man, and the fat man were also sitting in a private room of a restaurant, the dishes were ready, and the waiter left.

"I'll take another look." The old soy sauce picked up the box.

"Oh, I said old man, a painting of Qiu Ying confuses you?" The fat man took a piece of monkfish and munched on it.

Lao Yan smiled coldly, "I just heard that this kid has a lot of reputation recently, and I happened to play with him." It's your business, and you're going to make the money. I only move my hands and feet. The old soy sauce took out the painting from the box, "The feel of this old ayako is just different!" ”

"You're talking about him too! He said that this is a modern imitation, not even a 'backdoor made'! The fat man shook his head rhythmically, and the chopsticks didn't stop for a moment.

The long-haired man frowned, "I always feel a little strange, but I can't say anything. ”

At this point, the soy sauce has already opened the reels.

"What's weird? When the master mixed his face, that kid was still wearing open crotch pants! The fat man answered.

"Fuck you!" Suddenly, the old soy sauce split his head and covered his face and threw the painting on the fat man's head.

The fat man didn't expect such a play, he was smashed squarely, and the chopsticks fluttered and fell to the ground, but thinking that this was a painting of Qiu Ying, he finally stretched out his hand and copied it.

"What kind of fire are you making?" The fat man asked, and with great difficulty, he unfolded the painting.

"Look for yourself!"

The painting is opened, but the content of the painting heart is different, it is another landscape! Although Qiu Ying's style seal and drawing paper are also old, with the eyesight of these three people, it is a fake.

"This painting looks like raw rice, and it looks like a new melon and egg! I asked you to buy the one hanging on the wall, why are you lame?! The old man pointed at the fat man's nose and scolded.

"Isn't it a modern imitation!" The long-haired man glanced at him and shook his head.

"That's not right! Wrong! I watched him take it off the wall! The fat man looked frightened and cried out again and again, as if he did not believe his eyes.

Lao Smoker suddenly calmed down at this time, "Sit down and talk." Did you watch him take the painting off the wall, put it in a box, and hand it to you? ”

The fat man scratched his head, "At that time, there was also a buyer named Lao Zhao." I watched Tang Yi take it off the wall, put it into a box, and give it to Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao put it on the counter for a while, and then took it out again! ”

"Could it be that Lao Zhao is a nursery, and the painting was transferred at the counter?" The long-haired man asked.

Lao Smoker didn't speak, and glanced at the fat man.

"No, after I got it on the counter, I fought with Lao Zhao for this painting, and Lao Zhao took it out of the box, opened it, and wanted to show me the label that was not for sale!" The fat man recalled.

"Then according to what you said, Tang Yi is either a magician or an immortal, changing shapes and shadows, and taking things from the air!" The long-haired man said.

"Think again." Lao Smoke looked at the fat man and said.

The fat man frowned, and suddenly patted his head, "When Lao Zhao opened it at that time, he didn't show the heart of the painting, I only saw that it was exactly the same old Ayako!" ”

"This one is the same old Ayako!" The old smoker stood up and paced back and forth in the room for two steps, "I wanted to play with the eagle, but I didn't let the eagle peck at the eyeballs!" ”

The sweat on the fat man's head came down, and he immediately took out the contract, "No wonder he insisted on writing modern imitations in the contract, I still wanted to fall right into the middle of the ・・・・・・"

"It's not that our army is incompetent, it's that the enemy army is too cunning!" The long-haired man sighed a little dejectedly.

"What to do? Do you want to go back to the store and make a fuss? "The fat man is a little bit of a godless.