"Fake?" Xu Changsong was also surprised.

Shen Dong pressed his eyelids unhappily, "Brother Jing, they are playing monkeys." ”

The most publicized in the gallery preview is a bottle of water moon Guanyin statue and a bottle of Buddha statue, two bottles of thousand-year-old wood carvings, because of their historical value and have been collected by the wood carving master Jin Shiji, which has been speculated for a lot of money.

Now the gallery's own people say that the wood carvings are fake.

Let everyone doubt its purpose.

Fu Jingci put his pistol on Tan Ning's face, patted it twice, and smiled, "Brother and sister, you know, I hate people who lie to me the most." ”

Tanning shook her head, "I didn't lie. ”

"Look closely, the corners of this bottle of Guanyin's mouth are raised, and the nose is not carved. The most obvious place is the lotus platform, which was auctioned once in the port city 50 years ago and went to the Jin family. It can still be seen from the materials of the time that the wood carving was carved from the roots of a tree. ”

"And the bottle in front of me ......"

Tan Ning stretched out his hand to hold up the statue of Guanyin, and twisted it hard, and Guanyin's waist was hollow, revealing the mortise and tenon structure in the middle.

She screwed it back on, "It's a replica." ”

Xu Changsong stepped forward excitedly, "The imitation is also some years old, and the craftsmanship is quite exquisite, and several collectors I invited have looked away." ”

Looking at the pair of masters and apprentices, Fu Jingci held the gun in his hand and said coldly: "So what? ”

Guanyin seems to be fake, what does it have to do with him looking for someone.

Tan Ning was determined: "Either the last collector was deceived, or my teacher was deceived, and in the past few decades, Jin Shijian has not appeared at all." ”

Fu Jingci leaned on the antler chair and looked at it, "What is your relationship with the Jin family?" ”

"Nope. It's just that I like carving, I found a lot of information, and I also imitated Mr. Jin's technique. I have all the information he had before he disappeared, but I haven't collected a trace of his appearance. ”

After Tan Ning finished speaking, he looked at Fu Jingci.

I saw him playing with the gun in his hand, mocking under his eyes, and his thin lips gently repeating her title, "Teacher Jin? ”

Between the words, the killing intent is sharp.

Tan Ning pursed his lips and said in a calm tone, "If Mr. Fu likes Master Jin's carvings, the gallery will help you pay attention." Hanhai Auction House and Galleria Continua have worked together for many years, so there is no need to break the stable norm because of an inconsequential person, don't you think? ”

It's crazy to say.

Those who have studied art management and have seen different models of galleries at home and abroad know that although domestic galleries have channels, they still have to rely on well-known auction houses for their prices.

Hanhai Auction House belongs to the Fu family, with an annual revenue of hundreds of millions and countless lots of various colors. Without Evergreen Gallery, there will be other galleries working with private collectors.

And Evergreen Gallery has lost Hanhai, and its revenue can be reduced by half.

However, gallerist Xu Changsong did not refute Tan Ning.

Most of the literati were arrogant, let alone had just been pointed at gunpoint.

It's just that he was also a little surprised, his apprentice, usually looks at Wenwen weak, but he really competes, and he is a little bolder than him.

Fu Jing leaned back in the antler chair, his face was hidden in darkness, and the hand holding the gun was tense.

In a moment, he got up.

The gun was replaced with a black card and handed to Tanning.

"Come back early in the evening, huh?"

Fu Jing's words rose at the end of her speech, and Tan Ning's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she couldn't care about being embarrassed in front of the teacher.

After receiving the card, Tan Ning asked officially, "Did Mr. Fu take all the things he fancied today?" ”

Fu Jingci pointed to the two wooden carvings, "Except for them, the others are at your disposal." ”

Tan Ning's eyelids jumped, "Mr. Fu, I don't have this power." ”

"I'll give you power."

“……”

When the words fell, the two bottles of wood carvings were trampled under Fu Jingci's feet.

Shiny leather shoes, crushing the wood that has been preserved for many years.

After doing all this, Fu Jingci took out a white handkerchief from his chest clothes, pinched it and pressed the fine sweat on his eyebrows, and the light sandalwood on the handkerchief calmed him down.

He lamented, "It's a pity, after all, it's not a real Buddha, and it's rotten wood that has been hyped and cheated of money." ”

"Doesn't Miss Tan know how to carve wood?"

"Carve another bottle for me."

Tan Ning squeezed the card tightly, like holding a blade, cutting the calluses on her hands painfully.

It is not a cultural relic, and a wood carving with no commercial value can be easily crushed by Fu Jingci after a sky-high price of tens of millions.

And what about her?

One day he loses his value, will he crush her like this?