Lu Nan smiled: "Mostly." If you don't believe it, go back and see, those people are still there. ”

"It's despicable that there are still people who do this kind of business!" Zeng Qingbin couldn't get angry when he thought about it.

He can tolerate himself looking away, but he absolutely can't tolerate others to lie to him, especially to lie to him in partnership, as if he was being played by a group of people.

Lu Nan thought for a while and said with a smile: "Brother Zeng, do you want to sell the painting?" I guarantee the price is higher than when you bought it. ”

Zeng Qingbin sighed and said: "Forget it, forget it if I am fooled myself, I can't let others fall for me again." ”

"What if it's someone else, the person who sold you the painting?" Lu Nan said with a smile.

Zeng Qingbin's eyes lit up and asked, "Do you have a way?" ”

Lu Nan nodded and said, "There is a way, but it needs your cooperation." ”

After a walk around the antique street, the four parted ways, and Zeng Qingbin took Li Simin and Fang Yu back to Guxiangju.

When Fu Songbo saw Zeng Qingbin, his heart immediately became nervous, and he hurriedly got up and greeted: "Boss Zeng, why are you back again?" Is there anything wrong with the painting? ”

Zeng Qingbin patted the scroll under his armpit and said with a smile: "No problem, no problem at all!" ”

Fu Songbo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, then you are here ......"

"I'll see if you have anything else good here. Let me tell you, I have already seen this painting with a friend, and he said that this is indeed the authentic work of Song Qiushan, and it is his posthumous work. If you take it to the auction house, I'm afraid it's more than that. Zeng Qingbin stretched out five fingers and smiled mysteriously.

Li Simin on the side immediately tugged at his arm, shook his head at him, and then whispered in his ear.

"Didn't Song Feng let you say it? Why can't you hold back! ”

Although she lowered her voice when she said this, it happened to be heard by Fu Songbo next to her.

Fu Songbo's face suddenly changed and changed, Song Feng is a very famous person, not only for calligraphers and painters, connoisseurs of calligraphy and painting, but also Song Qiushan's own grandson, and people with a little insight know his name.

If even Song Feng said that this is a genuine work, then this painting must be a real work.

Fu Songbo looked at Zeng Qingbin and Li Simin again, and found that these two people were richly dressed and had extraordinary bearings, but it was not impossible for them to know Song Feng.

Could it be that this "Snow Ridge Mountain Village" is really Song Qiushan's posthumous work? But the person who sold the painting said that the painting was just a copy of a fake.

He also found a few friends who knew how to paint to see it, and said that although the style and brushwork of this painting are very similar to Song Qiushan, it does not contain that sharp feeling, and it is definitely not Song Qiushan's work.

At this moment, Fang Yu also said beside him: "I knew that this was the posthumous work of Mr. Song Qiushan, so I couldn't give it to you." I heard that Mr. Song Qiushan's works in his later years were all lost in a fire, and one or two of the existing ones were also kept at home, and this is probably the last one still on the market. ”

Fu Songbo's heart moved, and he immediately smiled and said: "Mr. Zeng, can you let me take another look at this painting, after all, I have been here for so long, and I am really reluctant to sell it." ”

Zeng Qingbin nodded and said, "It's okay to take a look, but don't have any crooked ideas, since the painting was sold to me, it's mine." ”

Fu Songbo had just spread out the painting, and before he could take a closer look, an exclamation suddenly sounded outside the door.

Lu Nan walked in from outside with a look of surprise on his face, and walked directly towards Fu Songbo.

"This ...... This painting ......" Lu Nan looked at the words in Fu Songbo's hand, and was speechless for a long time in surprise.

Fu Songbo saw that it was Lu Nan, and immediately frowned, he had been thinking about the blue and white porcelain jar last time.

After thinking about it, Lu Nan does have some real skills.

At that time, even a national treasure-level expert like Geng Chang didn't see the greasy on the clay pot, but Lu Nan just touched it.

In that case, it is better to ask him to see if the painting is real or fake.

Just when Fu Songbo was thinking about how to ask Lu Nan without offending Zeng Qingbin, Lu Nan spoke.

"Boss Fu, I want this painting, how much does it cost?"

Fu Songbo hurriedly waved his hand and said, "This ......"

"Five million? OK! Lu Nan immediately took out the card.

Zeng Qingbin hurriedly snatched the painting back from Fu Songbo's hand, and looked at Lu Nandao vigilantly: "This brother, I'm really sorry, this painting has already been bought by me." ”

Lu Nan's face suddenly darkened, and he muttered: "It's a pity, this is the posthumous work of Mr. Song Qiushan, I heard that someone outside has paid tens of millions of dollars to buy it." ”

Lu Nan was standing beside Fu Songbo when he spoke, so he heard this sentence clearly, but Zeng Qingbin, who was five steps away, did not react at all, and it seemed that they did not hear it.

Lu Nan gritted his teeth, looked at Zeng Qingbin and said, "This brother, you can make a price." How much will it cost to sell me this painting? ”

Zeng Qingbin thought for a while and said, "My painting will definitely be no less than five million at the auction house, and if you want it, it will be at this price." ”

Lu Nan's eyes lit up, and he immediately smiled: "No problem, I'll let someone call you the money, and trouble the boss to help us be a witness." ”

Fu Songbo's heart trembled, five million was collected, ten million was sold, and five million was made by turning the handle, how could he miss such an opportunity.

He knew that this painting was in Lu Nan's hands, and there was no possibility of spit it out again, so he immediately said: "I will pay 5.5 million, I don't know if Mr. Zeng can cut his love and sell this painting to me again?" ”

Zeng Qingbin frowned slightly and said, "Boss, when you sold this painting to me, it was only 880,000 yuan, why do you have to spend more than 5 million yuan to buy it back now?" ”

Fu Songbo said with a smile: "To be honest, a friend asked me to sell this painting for him, but he was in a hurry and didn't tell me how much the painting was worth." If I let my friend know that I bought his painting at a low price, he will have to fight with me. ”

Lu Nan said anxiously: "You just give your friend money, what else do you want this painting to do." ”

Fu Songbo had already thought of his words: "My friend just sent me a message saying that he would not sell this painting and would keep it for his own collection." So I had to buy it back, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain it to my friends. ”

"You've been standing here, why haven't I seen your friend talking to you on the phone?" Lu Nan is unrelenting.

Fu Songbo shook his mobile phone quickly in front of Lu Nan's eyes, and said with a smile: "No, it's WeChat." ”

He just took advantage of Lu Nan's conversation with Zeng Qingbin, and quickly checked on the Internet, and found that someone had indeed posted on the antique forum to pay 10 million to buy Song Qiushan's posthumous work.

Lu Nan didn't care about Fu Songbo anymore, and said to Zeng Qingbin instead: "Six million, sell it to me!" ”