"Boss, do you collect antiques? After wandering around Wu Ze's shop for a long time, this customer suddenly approached him and asked quietly.

"Well, sir, you have an antique to sell?" Wu Ze was a little overwhelmed by his mysterious appearance.

"Mmmm, that's right, I have an antique in my hand, I wonder if the boss can afford the price?" The mysterious guest whispered.

"You have to look at the goods first, I don't know what goods you have, how to bid? Tell me, what antiques do you have to sell? Wu Ze said with a little crying and laughing.

After listening to Wu Ze's words, the guest did not speak immediately, but turned his head to look out of the door, and saw that there was no one around, so he took out a roll of things from his arms and put it on the counter with a cautious face.

Wu Ze saw that the guest really took out something, and he also became solemn, he took out a pair of white gloves from the drawer of the counter and put them on his hands.

Wu Ze took out a magnifying glass from the drawer and placed it on the counter.

Then Wu Ze picked up the scroll of paper that should be calligraphy and painting from the counter, opened it and saw that it was indeed a painting.

Wu Ze put the painting on the counter, spread it out, and then pressed it on this ancient painting with two paperweights, one on top and one on the other.

This is an ancient lady painting, in this painting, an ancient lady, graceful and graceful in front of Wu Ze's eyes, which makes Wu Ze's eyes shine, look at the painting skills of this scroll of painting is so old, the whole lady is painted with clear lines, neat layout, full of ink, this painting is really good, but this painting has not been paid, and it is impossible to judge whose painting it is. Input subtitles at the site: нeì Уа Пgе·Сом to watch the new chapter

Wu Ze couldn't help nodding secretly, and then he picked up the magnifying glass and carefully studied the paper painted by the lady, which was obviously a little yellow, but it was a good piece of rice paper, but the age of this paper was not too long, and Dingtian was made in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

Wu Ze repeatedly touched the ends of the scroll with his hands, this painting was a little thicker than the ordinary ancient paintings, but if he didn't pay attention, he couldn't feel it at all, so his heart moved, and he touched the surroundings of the painting again.

Then Wu Ze picked up the scroll again and looked at the light, he seemed to see a little clue on the painting paper, and this time, he had some plans in his heart.

Wu Ze quietly put the painting on the counter, rolled it up as it was, and gently put it in its place.

"Boss, how is it, it's a good painting, right? My ancestors handed it down, my grandfather said, this is a picture of a lady painted by Tang Bohu, I am a little tight now, secretly take it out from home, exchange some money, do you see you can make a price? ”

This middle-aged man, who looked to be in his forties, couldn't wait to ask after seeing Wu Ze finish reading the painting.

"My ancestors are also a big family, and the things that have been handed down from the family are not old or young, but when the old man was alive before, he watched it closely, and didn't let us juniors get started at all, my old man left two years ago, and those things at home were passed to me, and I was a little tight recently, so I took out this painting of Tang Bohu and exchanged it for some money, you can take a look, this is a good thing."

Good guy, as soon as he came up, he said that it was a painting of Tang Bohu, Wu Ze really wanted to spit saliva on his face, and his feelings Tang Bohu was reborn and couldn't cross it.

This painting is about a hundred years old, and it is said that it is an old painting, which is quite reliable, but you can't just say that it was painted by Tang Bohu, Tang Bohu is not that young.

"Sir, I can't see your painting well, please put it away!" Wu Ze gently pushed the scroll out.

Although this painting is really good, it is not printed, and the age is not too old, so it is not too valuable.

"Alas, boss, boss, take a look at it." This middle-aged man in his forties immediately became anxious when he saw that Wu Ze had pushed the painting back, he knew that the story he made up had been seen through.

"This painting is really good, but if you have to pull it on Tang Bohu, then I don't dare to look down, you also know that now on the market, Tang Bohu's painting can be sold for how much a foot, I guess you have also understood, my small shop, how can I have the money to collect this national treasure-level thing." Wu Ze glanced at the middle-aged man and said seriously.

"Hey, what, whether it was painted by Tang Bohu, I don't know too much, when I was a child, I heard my grandfather say such a mouth, maybe he was dazzled, but this painting is indeed an old painting, this is really passed down by my grandfather," the middle-aged man said curtly.

In the antique trading industry, the most unreliable thing is to tell stories, what bizarre and bizarre stories are told, there are many doorways in this, Wu Ze has always scoffed at these stories, he only believes in his own eyes.

"Well, if you say so, then you have to say, let's not talk darkly, your painting is also a painting of the Republic of China, I will also see that this painting is still reasonable, and you have a few more words, to say something unpleasant, you don't want to make a fortune with this painting." Wu Ze said straight to the point.

In this market now, such a painting of a lady of the Republic of China without money or printing is indeed not sold for a large price, if it is ordinary, it may not be accepted by anyone.

"Tell me, how much can you pay?" This guy can't fool people, so he doesn't plan to make up any more stories, he goes straight to the point.

"As for the price of your kind of painting, probably you have also inquired, and I will give you this number at most......" Wu Ze compared four fingers.

"Four hundred thousand? Good, good, deal! This guy saw Wu Zebi out four fingers, and immediately shouted with joy.

"What good do you think, weigh it yourself, can your painting be sold for 400,000 yuan? I'm talking about 40,000, a fixed price. Wu Ze said with some tears and laughter.

This guy, as soon as he entered the door, pretended to look at the antiques in the store, and then pretended to be cautious to see if there was anyone, and then told a story.

To tell the truth, in the current antique world, his routine has long been played bad, this lame performance, any young man who has just started, can see through it at a glance, and he still wants to fool people.

"Forty thousand? Boss, your offer is too low, not to mention 400,000, 100,000 is always worth it, right? ”

As soon as Wu Ze said that this painting was only worth 40,000 yuan, this guy changed his face all of a sudden, and his face was unusually happy just now, but he pulled it down at once.