"Huh, you want to buy this painting?"

The white-haired old man frowned and looked at Liu Yufeng with some suspicion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Not bad. ”

Liu Yufeng's heartbeat increased slightly, but his face was calm, and he said: "Although this ancient painting is just a fake, it is too good after all. If nothing else, just because of this painting work, I started to collect. ”

"So, I just want to ask, is Mr. Fu willing to transfer this painting to me?"

Zhou Da Fat Man listened to it, and immediately slapped his thigh, and said in annoyance: "Yes, why didn't I think of it? Even if the picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix is fake, the painting skills of this painting cannot be faked." It can be imitated like the original work of Song Weizong, which shows that the person who paints the painting is also a master of the painting world, and it is collectible! Hey, old man Fu, do you sell this painting?"

"Ahem, ahem, Mr. Zhou, I proposed to buy it first!" Liu Yufeng reminded.

The white-haired old man glanced at Zhou Da Fat and sneered: "Zhou Fat, you should die." Based on the relationship between the two of us, do you think I'll sell you the painting?"

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, it's just a fake, it can be worth a few dollars!"

Zhou Da Fat Man was not annoyed when he heard this, pursed his lips disdainfully, and said to Liu Yufeng: "Little Brother Liu, that painting is fake, although the painting skills are good, but the collection value is not high. If you come to my shop, why don't I introduce you to a few famous works, and I guarantee that you will return satisfied!"

Liu Yufeng shook his head with a smile, stared at the white-haired old man, and said, "Mr. Fu, I really like this painting, are you willing to transfer it?"

The white-haired old man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, little brother, since you want it, I'll sell it to you!"

Even the people who are praised by Donald, the white-haired old man will naturally not deliberately embarrass others.

Left and right is just a fake, something worthless, since people like it, what's the harm in selling it?

can also fall into a favor.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu!"

Liu Yufeng was overjoyed, but he still suppressed his excitement: "Dare to ask Mr. Fu, what is the price of this painting?"

The white-haired old man said, "I bought this painting from a used book stall for a few hundred yuan, if you want it...... Give 10,000 yuan!"

"Old man Fu, you are robbing money!"

Zhou Da Fat Man's eyes glared: "Something that costs a few hundred yuan, you sold it to Little Brother Liu, and it directly multiplied dozens of times, don't you feel ashamed?"

"Buy low and sell high, that's the rule of our antique world. ”

The white-haired old man glanced at Zhou Da Fatman: "What's more, although the painting is a fake, the painting skills are worth 10,000 yuan." Fat Zhou, this is my deal with this little brother, he hasn't spoken yet, what do you have to say?"

"You ......"

Zhou Da Fat was still waiting to be divided, but was stopped by Liu Yufeng with his hand.

Liu Yufeng said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Fu is actually right, the painting skills of this picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix can indeed be worth a quotation of 10,000 yuan, and Mr. Fu did not falsely report the high price." ”

He turned his head and said to the white-haired old man, "Mr. Fu, 10,000 yuan, I'll buy it." ”

Liu Yufeng took out his bank card and asked, "Can I transfer money?"

"Yes. ”

The white-haired old man nodded, reported the bank account number, and then rolled up the ancient paintings on the desk and handed them to Liu Yufeng.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry, can I borrow the transfer machine in your store?" Liu Yufeng took the painting and asked back.

"Okay!"

Zhou Da Fat said happily and asked the guy to bring the transfer machine.

After some operation, the 10,000 yuan was transferred to the white-haired old man's account.

The white-haired old man actually didn't care about the 10,000 yuan, his worth was about the same as that of Zhou Da's fat man.

There is a reason why the paintings have been sold dozens of times, even if they are fakes, they will not be given away in vain.

As the saying goes, "thieves don't go empty", and the antique industry also has similar rules, paying attention to "antiques don't go empty".

No matter how worthless the antique is, a price must be quoted when it is transferred and sold.

Even if it's just a dollar, there is no reason to give it away for nothing.

The money and goods are cleared, so that there will be no disputes over the ownership of antiques in the future.

Otherwise, if someone gives away an antique to another person for nothing, but later finds out that the antique is worth a lot of money and wants to regret it and ask for it back, then at this time, who should the antique belong to?

Many of the rules of the antique world are the result of generations of experience!

After Liu Yufeng completed the operation on the transfer machine, the white-haired old man didn't even bother to check the account balance, said hello directly, and left the treasure building.

After the white-haired old man left, Zhou Da Fat invited Liu Yufeng to his office to drink tea and rest, and Liu Yufeng readily agreed.

The office on the second floor of the Treasure Building.

Zhou Da Fat Man closed the door and isolated the noise in the hall downstairs.

The design of this office of Zhou Da Fat is antique and full of charm.

Liu Yufeng took a look and found that this office was full of all kinds of precious antiques.

"Mr. Zhou, after looking at your office, I have the urge to sneak in at night and be a gentleman on the beam!"

Liu Yufeng's gaze withdrew from a Tang Dynasty landscape painting hanging on the wall, and said jokingly.

"Haha, little brother Liu, with your worth, do you still need to be a gentleman on the beam? The blue and white porcelain plate with entwined branch lotus pattern that you transferred to Donald made my mouth water!"

Zhou Da Fat laughed and asked Liu Yufeng to sit down, and then took matters into his own hands and boiled a pot of tea.

Tea is good tea, Zhou Da Fat Man boiled boiling water with charcoal fire, then brewed tea leaves in a purple clay pot, poured a cup with a beautiful tea cup, and handed it to Liu Yufeng: "Little Brother Liu, how about tasting this tea?"

"Good tea!"

After taking the teacup, the fragrance of tea entered his nose, and Liu Yufeng suddenly felt refreshed.

After taking a sip, the bitterness mixed with the sweet warm current from the throat to the stomach, after the tasting, the mouth is still fragrant, making people have more than enough aftertaste.

Liu Yufeng couldn't help but take another sip, squinted his eyes and tasted it carefully: "Mr. Zhou, your tea is really a good tea! The taste is so amazing, I can't even describe it!"

"If Brother Liu likes it, when he goes back later, bring a few taels of tea back. ”

Zhou Da Fat Man also poured himself a cup of tea, and after tasting it, he said with a smile: "I asked for this tea from a monk." This senior monk is the presiding officer of an ancient temple with several tea trees in his temple, which is hundreds of years old. Although the tea is nameless, it may be because it is stained with Buddha nature, and it is not inferior to any tea in the outside world, and it has a unique flavor. ”

"I grinded hard and soaked, and I got a few catties of tea, but it was not much, and I drank most of it. So little brother Liu, don't think I'm stingy, I only gave you a few taels of tea. ”

"Where!"

Liu Yufeng said: "This kind of good tea is hard to find in the world, and it is already rare to drink it once." Mr. Zhou gave me tea again, where is this stingy, it is simply too generous! It is worthy of being the big boss of the treasure building, and the shot is extraordinary!"

"Hahahaha, little brother Liu, don't brag about me, if you keep talking, I'm going to be proud. ”

The fat man laughed, drank the tea in the cup, and poured another cup, but this time he didn't drink it again, but held the tea cup and sniffed the fragrance of tea: "Little Brother Liu, why do you want to buy the painting of Old Man Fu?

"Huh?"

Liu Yufeng's heart sank, and he said, "Mr. Zhou, why do you say that?"