Ren Fei'er frowned, turned his head to look at the second devil, and he picked up a record book from the table: "Xiaobai was given by you yesterday." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I remember, Yun Yazhai, No. 196 South Changjiang Road, Mr. Wang Fusheng, right?" Bai Ming looked at him indifferently.

"Yes, that's me." Mr. Wang stared at Bai Ming with a sharp gaze.

"Is there anything wrong with this item?" Bai Ming still looked at him lightly.

When Mr. Wang heard this, he became angry, raised the painting tube in his hand and said loudly: "You said there was a problem, this is not the painting I want at all, and the problem in this painting is big." ”

Ren Fei'er and the three of them understood at this time, it was not that there was anything wrong with their delivery, but that it appeared in the painting itself, Ren Fei'er smiled indifferently: "Mr. Wang, don't get excited, let's sit down and talk slowly, okay?" ”

"I'm here to ask where this painting came from and who sent it to me." Mr. Wang was still very excited.

The second devil immediately said to Ren Fei'er: "I checked, the sender's name is incorrect, the address is incorrect, and the phone number is incorrect, it came from below." ”

Ren Fei'er raised her eyebrows clearly, and looked at Mr. Wang with a smile: "Mr. Wang, sit down first, drink a cup of tea first, you know, maybe I can really tell you." ”

Mr. Wang blinked, calmed down a little, and sat down obediently, Ren Fei'er nodded to Bai Ming and Shi Yi, the two turned to leave, she raised her head to the two devils again, and the two walked over and sat opposite Mr. Wang.

"Mr. Wang, before I answer your question, I have something I want to ask you, I hope you can tell you the truth." Ren Fei'er looked at him indifferently.

"I'm here to ask you, why should I answer your question?" Mr. Wang glared at Ren Fei'er dissatisfied.

"Mr. Wang, you must know that we also have to keep the customer's information confidential, even if you are the recipient, you can't disclose the sender's information to you, but your situation is a little special, so we must know some things first." The second devil stared at his coldly carved face, and disdain appeared in his eyes.

After listening to the words of the second devil, Mr. Wang hesitated, lowered his head slightly and pondered, but his brows never stretched and wrinkled tightly.

Ren Fei'er was not in a hurry, she got up from the sofa, walked to the table behind her, brewed three cups of coffee with her own hands and brought it over, one cup was delivered to Mr. Wang, and two cups were placed in front of her and the second devil, which made the second devil a little flattered, Ren Fei'er was a dignified young master, and made him coffee with his own hands.

But Ren Fei'er didn't feel anything, and Mr. Wang, who was sitting opposite, didn't feel it, because he was still immersed in his own entanglement.

Ren Fei'er sat on the back of the sofa, picked up the coffee and took a sip, closed her eyes and tasted it carefully, and then opened her eyes and looked at the two devils: "Your coffee is good, international standard." ”

"It's okay, a friend from abroad." The second devil raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Quite a bit." Ren Fei'er praised.

But the mind of the two devils is sitting on the body of Mr. Wang who is sitting opposite, what's the matter with this person, how long have you been thinking about it, can you still say a word? You can't just want to fall asleep, do you?

"Don't worry, today's work will be given to Brother Yi and the little white dog first." Ren Fei'er raised her eyebrows at the two devils.

"Done!" The second devil put down the cup and walked out to inform the two of them.

At this time, Mr. Wang, who was sitting on the opposite sofa and meditating, also raised his head and looked at Ren Fei'er calmly: "You ask, as long as you can answer." ”

Ren Fei'er put down the cup with a slight smile and sat up straight: "What's wrong with this painting?" ”

"Huh?" Mr. Wang didn't expect her to be so direct and ask this question directly, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"This painting should be something you really want to get, but you know that you can't get it at all, and now it appears in front of you, you have to doubt the origin of the painting, but you yourself are doing antiques, and you have a certain ability to identify antiques, so you can see the authenticity of this painting, and it is precisely because of this that you will doubt the person who sent you the painting, the origin of this painting, right?" Ren Fei'er rested her elbows on her knees, supported her chin, and looked at him with fanfan.

Mr. Wang frowned again, the expression on his face froze, it was an expression of surprise, he didn't expect that the little girl in front of him, who looked like she was only twenty-one or two years old, would analyze it so well, and tell all the targets he came here to investigate.

"What is the problem with this painting?" Ren Fei'er asked again.

Mr. Wang bit his lower lip and secretly adjusted himself for several deep breaths before exhaling: "This painting should not have appeared in the world at all, because it was taken underground by its last owner five hundred years ago. ”

Ren Fei'er couldn't help but smile: "Five hundred years ago, things that were underground have now appeared in your hands, do you think it's incredible, right?" ”

"Yes, this is impossible, how can it be, if it is a fake, I believe it, but this, no!" Mr. Wang raised the painttube in his hand again.

"In other words, this painting is genuine, and it was supposed to lie in the tomb with the last owner, but it appeared in front of you, right?" Ren Fei'er kept smiling.

"I'm not kidding, miss, it's true, this painting can't have appeared in the world." Mr. Wang's anxious voice trembled a little.

"Understand, Mr. Wang, then let me ask you again, how do you know the authenticity of this painting, if according to what you said, this painting should have been extinct five hundred years ago, have you seen the original? That is, the real thing, so you can tell the authenticity? Ren Fei'er nodded to him with encouragement after speaking, signaling that he would tell what he knew.

Mr. Wang took two deep breaths again, and when he saw the cup of coffee on the table that was still steaming, he picked it up, and did not stir it with a small soup spoon, and poured it directly into his mouth.

Mr. Wang put down the coffee cup and looked at Ren Fei'er straightly: "Because this painting was originally painted by my ancestors, and there is a very detailed record of the whole process of painting." ”

"Oh?" Ren Fei'er nodded her head and motioned for him to continue.

"Five hundred years ago, my ancestors should be asked by the prime minister of the dynasty to draw a landscape map, at that time because the ancestors' family to the middle of the fall, so the prime minister's mansion was here, naturally agreed, but in the middle of this painting, the ancestor felt that some ideas could not jump on the paper, and could not draw the artistic conception that the prime minister wanted, he was in a hurry, so he made the stems and leaves of some plants and petals into pigments for blending, and some would use some other things, and they were really mixed into the color he wanted." Mr. Wang swallowed to ease his nervousness.