Ye Yang followed the old man to the hall inside, the old man invited him to sit down, and said with a polite smile: "Please unfold the painting and let the old man take a look." ”

Ye Yang glanced at him, just an ordinary person, looking at his age, he should be an antique connoisseur and an old appraiser.

Whether the painting is good or not, naturally you can't fool him.

Hey, I can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Ye Yang untied the string on the scroll, put the painting on the long table, did not open it, and said directly: "Please take a look at it." ”

He doesn't open the painting, but he shows a kind of confidence.

In fact, he didn't want to see it, and he was afraid of being disappointed.

When a person is disappointed, his faith is gone.

Naturally, there is no confidence to bargain with others.

Pilgrimage is an honorific title for pawnshop shopkeepers and appraisers.

Ye Yang, as the former young master of the Ye family, naturally understands these rules.

"I'm quite confident, I can't be a fool."

The appraiser was in his heart, and raised his hand to slowly unfold the painting.

"Babbling ......"

Halfway through the painting, the appraiser was shocked.

"Hiss......"

When the paintings were all opened, the appraiser took a breath of surprise.

The style of painting is ingenious, and the painting is excellent.

Especially those two lines of poetry, it is even more appropriate.

Ye Yang is also a quick-witted person, and as soon as he saw the appraiser's expression, he knew that he had taken a fancy to this painting.

Before he even turned his head to look at the painting, he asked, "Chaofeng, how is this painting?" ”

He can't rush to see the paintings, he has to maintain this self-confidence.

"The painting is good, it's just ......"

The appraiser stopped talking.

He didn't find fault with the painting, because there really wasn't anything wrong with it.

If you insist on picking bones in eggs, it will make people think that you don't know how to appreciate and deliberately find fault.

Moreover, seeing Ye Yang's expression so calm, the appraiser naturally knew that he was very confident in this painting.

"Just how?"

Ye Yang asked with a smile.

It was like saying, I knew you were going to haggle this way.

"Who are you?"

The appraiser did not say anything wrong with the painting, but asked by pointing to the inscription at the back of the two lines of the poem.

Because he had never heard of it.

Jing'an Layman?

Ye Yang glanced at the painting, which should be the name taken by the master himself.

But he can't say that.

"This painting was made by a friend of mine, and he himself loved this painting, and if it wasn't for the change in his family and the need for money, he wouldn't have taken it out and sold it."

Ye Yang made up a story out of nothing.

But when he saw it, he was shocked in his heart, and he was stunned for a while.

"This painting does have some skills, and the painting is also excellent, but the old man has never heard of your friend's name."

The appraiser said since ancient times, and when he saw that Ye Yang was suddenly stunned, he raised his voice: "I don't know what price your friend wants to sell?" ”

Ye Yang didn't answer, his eyes stared straight at the painting, and his heart was already turbulent.

"Boss, what are you going to offer?"

Seeing that he ignored him, the appraiser raised his voice again: "Although this painting is good, it's a pity that your friend's name is not enough to sell, and I'm afraid it won't sell for a good price." ”

"Hey, boss, childe, what's wrong?"

The appraiser was stunned when he saw Ye Yang, but he was a little anxious.

"It's not for sale."

Ye Yang came back to his senses and casually replied that he was going to put the painting away.

"Why don't you sell it?"

The appraiser hurriedly blocked his hand and showed a smile: "You make a price first, let's discuss, I'll tell you the truth, our owner is one of the top big families in Nankang County, and I guarantee that there is absolutely no pawnshop in Nankang County with a higher bid than us." ”

"I, say, no, sell."

Ye Yang said word by word, blocking the appraiser's hand, and he was about to roll up the painting.

"Don't worry, you can make a price first."

The appraiser was also a little anxious.

Seeing that he was so persistent, Ye Yang raised a finger.

"One hundred taels?"

Tentative questioning by the appraiser.

Generally, paintings made by artists who are not famous are already sky-high for a hundred taels.

The appraiser also felt that if this price was given, the other party would definitely agree without hesitation.

"Do you know how to draw?"

Ye Yang glanced at the appraiser, picked up the painting with one hand, and was about to walk out.

He was afraid that if he stayed here longer, they would rob him.

The appraiser's face also changed, and he said angrily: "Young man, don't be too proud of yourself, if your friend is a big fan in the painting world, this painting is worth a lot of money, but your friend is unknown, and one hundred taels is already a sky-high price." ”

"Master Yuan, how can you say that."

Suddenly, a deep voice came.

A middle-aged man walked out of a room.

Ye Yang immediately sensed that the other party was a cultivator, and his cultivation was above himself.

"Shopkeeper."

The appraiser immediately bowed down and pointed to the painting in Ye Yang's hand: "Although this painting is good, the painter is unknown, and I will give a hundred taels at a high price." ”

"You know what."

The shopkeeper glanced at the other party, walked in front of Ye Yang in two steps, and said respectfully: "Fellow Daoist, he has just walked away and underestimated the value of your painting, so I will pay three thousand taels." ”

"You don't understand what I'm saying, I don't want to sell it."

Ye Yang quickly rolled up the painting, turned around and walked out.

The appraiser immediately took over: "Young man, don't make a mistake, our shopkeeper bid three thousand taels, which is an astronomical amount for a painting by a lonely and unknown painter, and it is impossible for you to sell it at this price at any pawnshop." ”

"Shut up."

The shopkeeper glared at the appraiser, and hurriedly stepped forward to block Ye Yang, with a smile on his face: "Daoyou, he is just an ordinary person, don't be like him." ”

"I don't have the same knowledge as him, I just don't want to sell it."

Ye Yang replied indifferently, seeing that the shopkeeper was blocking his way, he said solemnly: "Why don't you want to rob it?" ”

"Our pawnshop is a regular business, how can we do that kind of villainous business."

The shopkeeper laughed with him.

To tell the truth, if the shopkeeper hadn't seen the hidden rich Tao in the painting and guessed that the owner of the painting might have been made by a master of Taoism, he would really have the urge to snatch the painting.

If it is really done by a person who has attained the Tao, you dare to rob it.

They're going to kill you in minutes.

Either people can be shopkeepers, or they are farther than ordinary people think.

Maybe this boy is just a boy of the painter, and if the master is not good enough to show his head, he will ask the boy to come out and pawn it.

The master must have wanted to sell the painting, but the price given by the appraiser just now was too low, which annoyed the young man.

Maybe he paid three thousand taels by himself, and the boy felt that it was too low.

It's an insult to the person who painted.

The teenager was naturally not happy.

This shows how high the status of the painter is in the minds of teenagers.

Ask if there is anyone in this world who can put the Tao Yun in a painting.

This man must be a man of God who will not be born in a hundred lifetimes.

And the masters must have encountered difficulties in selling paintings.

If you can form a good relationship with such a peerless god, it will be a great opportunity for the Wang family and yourself in the future.

The shopkeeper thought about it like this, and immediately stretched out five fingers: "Fellow Daoist, I am abrupt, three thousand taels is really insulting the value of this painting, so let's pay a price, fifty thousand taels." ”

"What, fifty thousand taels!?"

Without waiting for Ye Yang to answer, the appraiser was not calm.

This is an ordinary painting, how can it be worth 50,000 taels.

Even those artists can't afford the price.

The shopkeeper is not confused.