A few people whispered, and slowly spread the scroll on the table.

The painting is two meters long, the paper is yellowed, and on the top is a picture of the green mountains after the rain, although the year has been long, but it is still vivid, flowers, grasses, insects and fish, lifelike, and it is even more rare that there is an artistic conception that is difficult to describe in words.

Although Yang Fan doesn't know calligraphy and painting, he can see at a glance that this is not an ordinary product, and it looks much more comfortable than the landscape pictures he saw on the Internet.

Isn't my eye for treasure good?

Yang Fan was a little unconfident.

He glanced back at the other antiques in the store, his eyes full of apertures, and then felt for the five thousand yuan in his pocket.

Confidence comes back.

There can be no mistake, this painting must be a fake.

On that side, Liu Yutang and several people kept pacing around the scroll, whispering something.

Li Changgeng took a lilac flashlight and took a picture on the picture scroll, checked it a few times, nodded violently, and said with an affirmative face: "That's right, it's Li Cheng's real handiwork." ”

"Haha, congratulations to the third master." Liu Yutang sent his blessings in a timely manner.

Xu Sanye's face was also full of joy, and he immediately took out a thick red envelope and stuffed it to Li Changgeng: "Thank you Li Changgeng for helping me identify, you are really a priceless treasure in this store." ”

Hahaha!

Several people smiled tacitly, and Xu Sanye put away the scroll to leave.

Yang Fan wanted to say something to remind, but when he thought of saying it in front of Li Changgeng, he would inevitably offend this villain.

So he endured it and didn't say anything until Xu Sanye walked out of the store and took advantage of the gap between Liu Yutang and Li Changgeng chatting.

Yang Fan immediately ran out and caught up with Xu Sanye and said, "Third Master, your painting is fake, Li Changgeng looked away." ”

"You are?" Xu Sanye glanced at Yang Fan suspiciously.

"Oh. I'm a new guy in the store, my name is Yang Fan. Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Heh" Xu Sanye smiled disdainfully, turned his head and left, obviously not taking Yang Fan's words to heart at all.

Seeing that Xu Sanye didn't listen to persuasion, Yang Fan had no choice but to give up, but he couldn't help but feel that it was not worth it for Xu Sanye.

The calligraphy and paintings of the Song Dynasty cost millions, to say the least, if Xu Sanye knew that he had bought a fake for millions in the future, he would not be distressed.

Back in the store, Yang Fan did not say anything, worked honestly, and when it was time to get off work, Yang Fan immediately walked towards a small market behind the antique street.

It is known as a ghost market, where some retail investors who cannot afford to rent a shop set up stalls, and most of them are imitations used to deceive people who do not know how to do it.

However, there are also some boutiques of unknown origin that are occasionally circulated, so many antique collectors will go to the ghost market to pick up a leak or something.

Yang Fan originally wanted to go to the gambling stone market. But after learning that his eyes could appreciate treasures, he couldn't wait to try this new feature.

The ghost market was bustling, and Yang Fan walked around, but he didn't find anything that could be seen.

Just as he was about to leave, a dazzling circle of light suddenly caught his eye.

A simple count, one, two, three, a total of three apertures, at least a three-hundred-year-old cultural relic, how to say that it can be sold for seventy or eighty thousand.

Yang Fan immediately walked in the direction of the aperture and found that the stall owner was an inconspicuous man, sitting on a small bench while playing with his mobile phone while looking around at beautiful women, looking a little absent-minded.

A fat, richly dressed woman was flipping around with a bronze snuffbox in her hand, and the aperture emanating from the snuffbox was emanating from it.

Yang Fan didn't rush forward to talk, just stood aside and watched.

The woman was obviously a layman, and after looking at it for a while, she threw the cigarette bottle there and asked, "How much." ”

As soon as he heard that the stall was priced at 20,000 yuan, and the woman left without looking back, Yang Fan immediately stepped up, grabbed the cigarette bottle in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Boss, how much is this thing." ”

"Twenty thousand." The boss glanced up at Yang Fan and set the price.

"Heh, boss, you're funny." Yang Fan smiled slightly, put on an old look, and said:

"Don't fool me, I'll be an apprentice on the antique street in front of me, this thing of yours, at first glance, is an imitation, the price will not exceed fifty yuan, I will also see it exquisite, buy it back and play with it."

"You have to sell sincerely, you tell the real price."

The boss paused for a moment, pondered for a while, and said: "Since you are also a person in this industry, I won't ask for it, five hundred, you more or less ask me to make a little money." With such a big sun, all the money earned is hard money. ”

Yang Fan bared his teeth and grinned: "Five hundred is too Geng, or eighty." ”

"Eighty is not good, it is not enough for me to pay for oil, or two hundred and five."

"Two hundred and five is too ugly, one hundred yuan, you can see it, no, I'll take a look elsewhere."

"Deal."

After some bargaining, Yang Fan bought the snuff bottle for a hundred yuan, and the boss smiled disdainfully at Yang Fan's back, muttering:

"I thought you were so shrewd, the wholesale price of that snuff bottle was less than ten yuan."

Although Yang Fan heard it, he didn't say anything, in the antique industry, they all wanted to treat the other party as a fool, who was stupid and who knows.

With brisk steps, Yang Fan came to the antique street in front of him, looked at it a little, turned his head and walked towards the shop with the "Zhibaoxuan" sign.

"Yo, isn't this Xiao Yang, why do you have time to come to my store to play today. Your boss didn't send you to be a spy. ”

The boss of Zhibaoxuan is also surnamed Yang, a kind old man in his sixties, and he made a joke when he saw Yang Fan.

"Uncle Yang, don't make fun of me, I just picked up a small object in the ghost market behind me, and I want you to palm your eyes." Yang Fan smiled bitterly.

"Oh, if you don't take it to honor Liu Yutang if you have a good baby, you come to my ......"

Boss Yang was halfway through his words, and suddenly remembered something, so he swallowed the words behind him.

There are rules in this antique industry, if the guys in the store find a good treasure, they generally don't bring it to the store, first, the boss will lower the price, and second, the store will take 20% of the commission.

"Okay, since you're here, let's take it out and take a look, how long have you been in the industry, and you dare to play in the ghost market, how deep the water is there."

Boss Yang stood up, and Yang Fan immediately took out his snuffbox.

"Huh?" Seeing the color of the snuff bottle, the boss's eyes lit up, looked at it over and over, shone it with a flashlight, handed the snuff bottle back again, and said with a cold face.

"The color looks good, it should be from the Republic of China, but you know, the cultural relics are not more than 100 years old, so they are not worth much, so let's do it, we are acquaintances, and my uncle will not be blinded by you, I will accept this thing for 500 yuan."

"Oh. Since it's not worth much, I'll take it home and play with it myself. ”

Seeing that Boss Yang wanted to lower the price, Yang Fan raised his legs and walked outside the store, thinking that the same clan and clan could sell it at a good price, but he didn't expect this old guy to have a darker heart.

"Hey, don't go, you bring that thing, I'll take a look at it again, maybe I just looked away." Boss Yang immediately changed his tone, stepped forward, and grabbed Yang Fan's arm tightly.