Professor Diao, the old man, has a round face and is very rich.

It's just that now he looked at the old man who bought the painting, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"Mr. Qian, now in this industry, there are stories made up everywhere, what Lao Tzu has heart disease, his son has leukemia, they are all fake, and they are just using sympathy to cheat money." The fat old man said to Qian Yaohui as if showing off.

Qian Yaohui smiled and nodded: "What Professor Diao said is very true, just like some waste, dressed in tatters, and daring to swagger outside." ”

As he spoke, his eyes were thick with mockery, and he looked at Ye Tao coldly.

Qian Yaohui and Su Lingxuan were indeed classmates, while Ye Tao was not in the same department as them back then, but only his alumni.

He also pursued Su Lingxuan feverishly back then, but like other sons, he was rejected by Su Lingxuan fiercely. This annoyed him greatly.

When Su Lingxuan and Ye Tao got married, he participated in the wedding, so he was very jealous of Ye Tao.

If you can meet Ye Tao today, how can you easily let go of this opportunity?

He wanted to insult and hit Ye Tao fiercely, and the fundamental reason was not Zhang Xumei, but Su Lingxuan's reason.

And these things, how can Ye Tao, who is not in the same circle, know?

At this time, the old man who sold paintings couldn't stand Professor Diao's ridicule, he was very angry, and said with trembling hands: "I really sold paintings because my grandson was sick, how can you say that I am making up stories?" Can I hold my grandson and talk nonsense? ”

"We don't know if you have grandchildren. You say I'm talking nonsense? Okay, you let this boss tell you how much your painting is worth? Professor Diao couldn't imagine that this rustic old man would dare to argue with himself, and he was very unhappy.

"Boss, you're okay, take my painting, I'm really anxious to get the money." The old man begged the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper had a difficult face: "Old man, I just said, your painting is really not genuine, I don't believe you can let Professor Diao take a look at it again." ”

Professor Diao stepped forward, squinted his eyes to examine the painting, shook his head and said, "The brushwork of the picture is not bad, but it's a pity that it's an imitation." ”

"Imitations? This is obviously a real painting, how can you say that it is an imitation? The old man's body trembled.

"Real paintings? Do you think Wang Hui's paintings are so easy to find? Do you know how much his real work is worth? Just by virtue of the fact that you can have his real paintings? If you have one, I'll have a room. ”

Professor Diao said, laughing.

His laughter made the angry old man tremble all over his body, and he almost fell.

However, he still pleaded with the shopkeeper: "Boss, I have brought all this painting, you can make a price." ”

The shopkeeper was also helpless, so he had to say: "I think you are quite pitiful, I didn't want to accept this painting, after all, it is not a real work." It's just that I think the imitation of the penmanship is good, and I will also lose money to accept it. In this way, I will give you 500 dollars. ”

500？

The old man was immediately nailed there, with a look of despair: "500...... 500…… Another 500 ......"

It seems that more than one person gave him this price.

"500 is enough, do you sell it? If you don't sell it, get out, we still have to buy paintings, you are standing here, and you are poor. Qian Yaohui said with a cold face.

"Not for sale! Don't sell! The old man was also angry, and he was about to put away the painting with tears in his eyes.

Suddenly, Ye Tao's mind moved and asked, "Old man, I'll buy this painting." ”

"You buy?" The old man was stunned.

Others were also surprised.

"Shout, Ye Tao, do you buy it? Can you afford to buy a painting? You can't afford to buy a painting for 500 yuan? I really opened my eyes. Qian Yaohui sneered.

Zhang Xumei also looked disdainful: "The poor don't know how to eat, and they still buy paintings?" Neuropathy! ”

"Young man, do you buy this painting? This is a fake painting, do you buy it? Professor Diao asked in surprise.

Ye Tao nodded: "I'll buy it." ”

He asked the old man again, "Old man, how much do you want for this painting?" Say it and I'll listen. ”

"Ugh." The old man sighed and said, "Young man, let me tell you, what I just said is true, the painting is my ancestral, and I sold it because my grandson was sick." Now there is still a difference of 50,000 yuan, if you really want it, I won't ask for much price, just give me 50,000 yuan. ”

The old man looked at Ye Tao's dress, he was not a rich man, and he didn't dare to ask for more.

"Okay, you wait, I'll handle the money for you." Ye Tao nodded.

Handle the money?

No bargaining?

That's too refreshing, isn't it?

"Money? Old man, don't let him coax you, he is a soft rice man who plugs the door upside down, how can he have the money to buy your paintings? Hurry up. Qian Yaohui laughed.

He knew Ye Tao's details. 50,000? Where does it work?

Ye Tao took out his mobile phone, walked to the door, and started making calls.

"Hey, wife."

"What for?" Su Lingxuan's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Wife, can you lend me 50,000 yuan first, I have an urgent need."

"What? Borrow 50,000 dollars? Ye Tao! You've got water in your head, right? How much money did our Su family give you? Are you too embarrassed to open your mouth again? No, not a penny! Get out of the way. ”

Su Lingxuan hung up angrily.

Ye Tao actually knew in his heart that Su Lingxuan couldn't lend it to him, he just wanted to try again, and sure enough.

What to do?

The old man's pleading and tears made him really unbearable.

Ye Tao picked up his mobile phone again, and it seemed that he had to ask Jiang Shanhao for help.

"Heh, it's Brother Tao, aren't you busy? Come, I'll invite you to dinner. Jiang Shanhao said directly.

"Brother Jiang, let's eat another day, that's the case, I have something I want to ask you to help with." Ye Tao swallowed.

I'm embarrassed.

"Tell me, brother, what's the matter? If you say it, I can do it. Jiang Shanhao said with a smile.

"It's the ...... I want to lend you 50,000 quick money. Ye Tao said with a red face.

"Borrow money?" Jiang Shanhao on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned.

Give him 50 million and he doesn't want it, now borrow 50,000? It's really unusual.

"Yes, brother, I really have something." Ye Tao's face was sweating.

If Jiang Shanhao refuses himself, it will be a shame.

"Brother Tao, you send me your bank card number." Jiangshan Haodao.

"Brother Jiang, you just transferred it directly to WeChat." Ye Tao said.

"Send it, send it quickly." Jiang Shanhao urged.

Ye Tao had no choice but to send his bank card number on WeChat.

As soon as the card number was sent, 50,000 yuan was transferred on WeChat.

Ye Tao wiped his sweat, now it's okay, it's really not ashamed.

Bite!

Immediately after that, the text message prompted: In the bank card, 5 million has arrived.

5 million?

Ye Tao almost fell, and his face was sweating with excitement.

No wonder Jiang Shanhao asked for his bank card number, it turned out that he wanted to transfer money to himself.

It seems that this Jiangshan Hao is really generous.

Ye Tao didn't have time to say more, and replied on WeChat: "Thank you, Brother Jiang." So he hurried into the store.

Looking at Ye Tao's sweaty face, Qian Yaohui laughed.

"Old man, did you see that? He went out to make a round of calls, and he didn't fail to handle the money. You see he's in a hurry, and his face is sweating. Haha, a poor ghost is a poor ghost, and he still wants to pretend to be a person, a waste! ”

Zhang Xumei pursed her lips, she didn't bother to sarcastically mock Ye Tao.

Don't have money and want to recharge? It's ridiculous! Immature!

The old man also felt that Ye Tao couldn't handle the money, he was disappointed, so he could only sigh and leave with the painting.

"Old man, I'll give you the money." Ye Tao also ignored Qian Yaohui's sarcasm and said directly to the old man.

Qian Yaohui and Zhang Xumei were stunned, huh? Did he really manage the money?

The old man also stopped his steps: "Are you rich?" ”

"Yes. Old man, do you want cash, or do you want to transfer your bank card? Ye Tao asked.

"You can get my son's bank card." As he spoke, the old man pulled out a slip of paper with a card number written on it.

Ye Tao didn't say a word, and directly transferred 50,000.

His mobile phone immediately prompted that the transfer was successful.

The old man hurriedly called his son again and confirmed that he had received the money.

He was very excited, thanked him repeatedly, and then left the calligraphy and painting shop.

When several people saw Ye Tao and really bought the painting, they couldn't help but scold him in their hearts for being stupid.

Obviously 500 fake paintings, not the same as waste paper?

I have to pay 50,000 yuan to buy it, which is more stupid than stupid.

"Zhen Nima's stupidity, I'm stupid, I've opened my eyes." Qian Yaohui couldn't help but mock.

Zhang Xumei looked at Ye Tao's eyes, not only disgusted, but also looked at a neuropathy, full of disdain.

What about Ye Taocai?

You look down on me, and I ignore you. He was about to put away the painting and leave.

At this time, another person came to the door of the store.

This man is in his 60s, dressed in a white Tang suit, with gray hair on his back, and looks very stylish.

"Donald is here, I haven't seen you for a long time." When the shopkeeper saw him, he immediately greeted him.

Donald?

"Isn't this Tang Yunhe Tang Master?" Professor Diao was taken aback, and immediately greeted with a smile.

Tang Yunhe's name is in full swing in the antique world, who doesn't know?

"You're polite!" Tang Yunhe was polite to Professor Diao, but his eyes swept to the painting that Ye Tao was about to put away.

"Little brother, wait a minute, can I take a look at this painting?" Tang Yunhe said suddenly.

Ye Tao was stunned: "Yes, please see." ”

He opened it again and placed it on the counter.

Tang Yunhe's sharp eyes lit up in an instant, staring at the picture.

"Give me the magnifying glass."

The shopkeeper hurriedly handed over the magnifying glass.

Tang Yunhe took a magnifying glass and looked at the painting carefully little by little, his expression was very solemn.

The atmosphere in the shop has also become eerie. How? Why should Tang Yunhe take an imitation so seriously?

"Donald, isn't this an imitation?" Professor Diao couldn't help but ask.

Tang Yunhe ignored him at all, just stared at the painting, and the look of surprise in his eyes became more and more obvious.

He finally put away his magnifying glass and looked at Professor Diao coldly: "Who said this is an imitation?" ”

"Huh? This...... Is this really Wang Hui's real work? Professor Diao was shocked.

The shopkeeper was also stunned: "This? Donald, won't you? ”

"How not? This painting is clearly Wang Hui's authentic handiwork, how can you say that it is an imitation? Monkey business! ”

Tang Yunhe's face showed a little annoyance.

Everyone was really dumbfounded.