Yan Jing frowned and said unhappily: "Uncle, who do you say is a fool?" That painting is a fake painting, something that is worthless, what are you doing so nervously? ”

Fu Lao slapped his thigh angrily: "Stupid! Stupid! You even said it was a fake painting!? ”

Hua Lao, who was looking down to check the photo frame, felt that this voice was a little familiar, turned his head to look, and suddenly became excited.

"Master! Why did your old man get here? ”

What?

This is Hua Lao's master!?

That famous antique appraisal master in China, Fu Zuoyi!?

Yan Jing and the shopkeeper were stunned.

Although they had never seen Fu Zuoyi, as long as they were antique players, no one had never heard of this name.

This uncle's reputation in the antique world is a god-like existence!

I saw Fu Zuoyi panting with anger, pointing at Hua Lao and saying, "Criminal, criminal!" How can you let someone give away such a precious painting casually!? ”

Hua Lao looked confused and explained: "Master, that painting is not made by Shi Tao, I ...... it."

"Shut up!"

Fu Zuoyi took out his mobile phone and called up a photo, which was the Emei Mountain landscape painting that Zhao Junhao took away.

He pointed to the photo and said, "This painting is indeed not made by Shi Tao, do you think I can't see it?" However, the person who painted this painting in the style of Shi Tao is Zhang Daqian, who is more famous than Shi Tao! ”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

Zhang Daqian is a famous painter in modern China, good at landscape painting, known as the Oriental brush.

The fame is great, especially above some ancient famous painters. His paintings, both in terms of artistic value and collection value, are much higher than Shi Tao's original works.

Fu Zuoyi said: "Before Zhang Daqian became famous, he liked to copy the paintings of the ancients, and Shi Tao was his favorite painter. Zhang Daqian's imitation of Shi Tao's words is enough to confuse the real with the fake! ”

"Just like this painting, if it weren't for the promotion and the problem of the year name, it would be difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. And Zhang Daqian is a native of Sichuan, who can paint this Mount Emei so vividly, and also uses the style of Shi Tao's paintings, only Zhang Daqian is alone! ”

"If this painting is Shi Tao's authentic work, it is worth four or five million at most. But this is Zhang Daqian's handwriting, and the value can be doubled or tripled, or even tens of millions! ”

"Do you know that after I saw this painting yesterday, I went back overnight to raise money and prepared a full fifteen million cash to buy this painting!?"

"It's ridiculous that you think that painting is worthless, and you don't know it, what a fool, stupid!!"

When his words fell, Hua Lao suddenly let out a loud sound, opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and immediately fainted to the ground.

The shopkeeper found out that he had missed out on fifteen million in cash, and his eyes turned black and his heart was bleeding.

"My money, my money!" Yan Jing roared.

At this time, I really understood what Zhao Junhao said about buying a photo frame, which was a routine at all. His real purpose is actually that painting!

Tens of millions, Lao Tzu lost tens of millions! And like a fool, he gave Zhao Junhao 500,000 tuition, grass! Grass!!

Yan Jing's teeth were bleeding, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Zhao Junhao, Lao Tzu must kill you!" ”

He screamed, rushed out of the store, and ran wildly in the direction Zhao Junhao left.

Ling Zhengren walked away from Zhao Junhao for a distance, and couldn't help asking, "Junhao, let's just leave?" ”

Zhao Junhao asked Yan Jing to pay for tuition and medical expenses obediently, which made Ling Zhengren's expectations for Zhao Junhao very high, and felt that although the latter two things were more difficult, Zhao Junhao would definitely be able to do it.

But now, before the last two things were completed, Zhao Junhao left, and he was somewhat disappointed.

Zhao Junhao didn't know what he was trying to write, and said with a smile: "Dad, do you know how much this painting is worth?" ”

Ling Zhengren said: "Isn't this a worthless imitation? ”

Zhao Junhao said: "This is an imitation, but it's not worth it?" Hehe, this painting is worth at least fifteen million! This is my fierce pit on Yan Jing, as for beating him violently, you can rest assured, after he knows the truth, he will soon catch up. ”

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Yan Jing. When Yan Jing transferred money to him just now, he learned Yan Jing's number.

Ling Zhengren couldn't believe it: "It's really fake? Fifteen million? How can it be!? ”

Zhao Junhao said: "It's true or not, you can wait to know, let's go slowly, don't let Yan Jing find us for a while." ”

As soon as the words fell, an extremely hideous voice came from behind him: "You stop Lao Tzu!! ”