"Okay, you say yes."

Gao Chengwen shook his head with a smile, didn't argue with the young man, took the scroll, and spread it out on the table next to him.

"Wu Daozi's "Hundred Beasts"?" Gao Chengwen's eyes froze.

"Boss, what's up, it's true." The young man asked expectantly.

"It's not true, this picture is blurry, Wu Daozi's paintings, whether they are figure paintings, landscape paintings, or animal paintings, are very clear, this painting appears very blurry, obviously a fake." Gao Chengwen gave an appraisal.

"Fakes? Impossible, right? This is my family's ancestral treasure. The youth said.

"Little brother, don't talk about ancestral treasures, I just said, everyone who comes to my store to sell things says it's an ancestral treasure, and if you take a broken bowl, you also say it's an heirloom." Gao Chengwen shook his head and smiled.

"Boss, how much can you give for this painting?" The young man asked.

"Although this painting is blurry, the painting is very good, which shows that the level of this imitator is really high, I won't cheat you, I will give you 5,000 yuan." Gao Chengwen said.

It's not a pit, but in fact, this painting is just a little vague about this shortcoming, and the others are really impeccable.

If you sell it, you can sell it for at least 50,000 yuan, and if you encounter some wronged people or really like Wu Daozi's paintings, but you can't buy the real work, you may be able to sell it for 100,000 or even hundreds of thousands.

After all, there are so many authentic works, not everyone can buy them, and it is good to be able to buy good fakes.

"Boss, can you add more? If I wasn't in a hurry, I wouldn't have sold it. The young man hesitated.

Five thousand dollars, which did not meet his expectations.

"Little brother, then you give a price, I'll see if it works, if it works, I'll take it, if it doesn't work, you can go elsewhere to see." Gao Chengwen said.

"Fifty thousand." Youth gave a price.

"Little brother, you are the lion's big mouth, so let's make a step and give you 10,000 yuan, if you want to sell it, I will accept it, if you don't sell it, then forget it." Gao Chengwen said.

This painting is really good, and he will give such a high price.

The young man hesitated to agree.

At this moment, a voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Fifty thousand, I want this painting."

The crowd followed the prestige and saw a young man in his early twenties walk in.

Zhao Yulu and Chen Guanglei were stunned when they saw the comer.

"Xu Yang, what are you doing here?" Zhao Yulu asked.

The person who came was Xu Yang.

He took a taxi, but because of the traffic jam, he hurried and hurried, and finally caught up, and the painting had not yet been sold.

When he walked in, he saw the painting on the table, which was Wu Daozi's "Hundred Beasts".

Obviously, this twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old young man is Guo Shan.

If he didn't arrive, 10,000 yuan, Guo Shan would definitely have to sell it to the boss.

It's more difficult to buy it from the boss yourself.

It's easier to buy it from Guo Shan.

Pay 50,000 yuan yourself to meet Guo Shan's requirements, and the other party should sell it to himself.

As for whether the boss will fight with him, he probably won't.

After all, the boss couldn't see that the painting was real, and thought that the painting was fake, otherwise he wouldn't have sold it for 50,000 yuan.

"I have nothing to do, come here to take a walk, I see this painting is good, I'm going to buy it and hang it on the wall to enjoy it." Xu Yang made an excuse.

I can't say that this painting is genuine, and it is worth 50 million.

"Do you know how to draw? Just buy it back and hang it on the wall to enjoy? Chen Guanglei sneered.

When he saw Xu Yang, he felt very unhappy in his heart.

This guy has played Sister Flower.

This is something that he, the rich second generation, can't do.

This is a poor boy from a small county, and having such a blessing is really unpleasant.

"I don't know how to paint, so I can't buy paintings?" Xu Yang squinted at Chen Guanglei and looked at him-for-tat.

"Guanglei, do you know each other?" Gao Chengwen asked.

"I've seen it, but I'm not familiar with it." Chen Guanglei said.

At this moment, Gao Chengwen basically understood the relationship between the two.

It's just acquaintances, not friends.

And from Chen Guanglei's attitude, it can be seen that the relationship between Chen Guanglei and Xu Yang is not good.

Thinking of this, Gao Chengwen said: "Little brother, you don't know how to paint, I advise you not to buy indiscriminately, otherwise you won't have a place to cry." ”

Xu Yang said: "I just think this painting is worth 50,000 yuan, there is no problem of buying it indiscriminately, you are the boss here, 50,000 yuan, do you want to buy it?" If I don't buy it, I buy it. ”

Guo Shan asked, "Brother, are you really willing to spend 50,000 yuan to buy this painting of mine?" ”

If he can really sell it for 50,000 yuan, he will make a lot of money.

He got it from a stall for only five hundred dollars.

Just now, he opened his mouth for 50,000 yuan.

There is no extravagant expectation, the boss will agree.

Thinking about the bargaining between the two sides, it can be sold for about 30,000 yuan, which is also very good.

Now, Xu Yang is willing to spend 50,000 yuan to buy this painting, so much better.

Xu Yang nodded and said, "Really, I think your painting is really good, and it's worth the price." ”

Guo Shan smiled: "Great, then I'll sell you this painting." ”

Gao Chengwen's eyes flickered.

To be honest, he was a little skeptical that Xu Yang was Guo Shan's trust.

Are the two singing duets? To lie to him?

This kind of thing has not happened before.

He was fooled once and lost tens of thousands of yuan.

Xu Yang said to Gao Chengwen: "Boss, this is your shop, I know that it is a bit bad for me to come in and cut off my beard like this, but this kind of thing is the one with the highest price, what do you say?" ”

Hearing this, Gao Chengwen was even more suspicious that Xu Yang and Guo Shan were acting in a double reed.

This painting is just a fake, 50,000 yuan, which is really too high.

Maybe you won't lose, but you won't have much luck and won't make much.

Thinking of this, Gao Chengwen said: "If you are willing to buy it, then buy it, I don't want it." ”

Chen Guanglei sneered: "Do you think this painting is real, my uncle can't see it, you picked up a big leak?" ”

Xu Yang glanced at Chen Guanglei: "I don't think so, I just said, I think this painting is good, buy it and hang it on the wall to enjoy." ”

He also learned that the owner of this shop was Chen Guanglei's uncle.

Of course, this is not his concern, he only cares about whether he can buy the painting.

Chen Guanglei sneered again: "Don't pretend, I think you just want to pick up the leak, and you don't look at it, do you have that ability?" My uncle has already identified it, this is a fake, you want to pick up the leak, wait to lose money. ”

This kind of fake, personally shot, is very difficult.

Only antique shops have a relatively large chance to meet people who are willing to buy.

50,000 yuan, the loss of money is determined.

Zhao Yulu said coldly: "Xu Yang, I admit that you are lucky and have made some money investing in futures, but you think that you can also pick up leaks in the antique industry, it is too naïve." ”