The flower protector of the beautiful president

"Your Excellency, it's a bright day, and you come to Jinli to cheat. It's simply ruining our image in Rongcheng. Wherever you came from, go back to where you are."

Amidst many discussions, an old man in a tunic suit casually glanced at the calligraphy and painting in front of the man, and said very bluntly.

"My name is Zeng Xu, and I am a descendant of Zeng Gong. This is a calligraphy and painting handed down from my ancestors. If there were no accidents in my family, I would never be able to sell it no matter what. Why do you say that I am cheating? "The middle-aged man asked very displeased.

"Zeng Gong was from the Northern Song Dynasty, but the rice paper used in this calligraphy and painting is Chen Qing's rice paper. Chen Qing's rice paper first appeared in the Xuande period of Ming Dynasty. If this calligraphy and painting is not fake, it can only show that Zeng Gong traveled through It's gone." The old man in the Chinese tunic sneered.

"Why do you say it's Chen Qing's rice paper, and it's Chen Qing's rice paper?" The middle-aged man still refused to give up, and asked through gritted teeth.

"Just because I am the owner of Wenfangtang, Zhu Wenfang." Zhu Wenfang said, "If you still refuse to accept it, how about we make a bet? In front of everyone, we will call someone from the Rongcheng Museum to come and appraise it. The rice paper used in this calligraphy and painting is not Chen Qing's rice paper, I will give you 100 million, but if it is, you will give me 100 million?"

"Zhu Wenfang, the owner of the Wenfang Hall?"

"Wenfangtang is the largest antique shop in Rongcheng and even in Tianfu. It is a century-old brand. Zhu Wenfang, the owner of Wenfangtang, is an expert in identifying antiques in Rongcheng and even in Tianfu. You can see why."

"Isn't it? Although I thought this painting and calligraphy were fake before, there is no real evidence after all. As for now, since Boss Zhu has said that this calligraphy and painting is fake, it is [-]% fake. You go If you don’t want to leave, why not take a gamble with Boss Zhu?”

……

Everyone at the scene heard Zhu Wenfang's words, some people who had heard of Zhu Wenfang's name couldn't help it, and there was a lot of discussion. They looked at the middle-aged man's eyes, but they became even more unkind.

"..." The middle-aged man opened his mouth, and swallowed the words that came to his lips. Without talking nonsense, he quickly put away the calligraphy and painting beside him, and prepared to leave.

"Wait..." However, at this moment, Ye Fan, who happened to be passing by with Chen Xiuhua, stepped forward and asked, "How do you sell this calligraphy and painting?"

"Little brother, this is the calligraphy and painting of Zeng Gong, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and it is priceless."

The middle-aged man who was just about to change places and repeat his old tricks saw Ye Fan asking at this moment, but he ignored the gazes of Zhu Wenfang and everyone present, and said, "If I don't need money urgently, I don't need money at all. It is impossible to take it out and sell it, if you want it with peace of mind, 100 million."

"..." As soon as the middle-aged man said this, the entire scene fell silent for a while.

Silent.

Needle drop is audible.

No one expected that this middle-aged man, after Zhu Wenfang exposed him, was ready to leave in despair, and when someone asked about calligraphy and painting, he would be able to offer a high price of 100 million as if nothing had happened.

"Okay." However, what was even more unexpected was that Ye Fan agreed without thinking.

crazy.

Everyone at the scene felt completely crazy at this moment.

This is a painting that can clearly be seen to be a fake painting, but does anyone actually take it seriously?
This is really a person who dares to ask for a price, and a person who dares to give a price.

"What?" At this moment, including the middle-aged man who sold the painting, he also looked confused and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Little brother, you, you really give 100 million?"

"Didn't you want 100 million?" Ye Fan said, "I don't think this painting looks fake. I plan to buy it back and keep it."

"Little brother, I have to say that you are really discerning. This "Current Post" was indeed handed down by my ancestors, and it is definitely not a fake." The middle-aged man tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and said, "That money..."

"Did you bring the card?" Ye Fan asked.

"Bring it, bring it..." The middle-aged man didn't dare to neglect, he quickly took out a few bank cards from his body, and said.

"Brother-in-law, don't you really want to spend 100 million to buy this painting? This painting doesn't look real at first glance." Chen Xiuhua, who was holding Ye Fan's arm, was also confused by Ye Fan , asked.

"Transfer 100 million to him." Ye Fan said to Chen Xiuhua.

"Ah what, I borrowed it, and I will pay you back later." Ye Fan said.

"But..." Chen Xiuhua still hesitated. Although 100 million is just a drop in the bucket for her, it doesn't mean that Chen Xiuhua is willing to watch Ye Fan being taken advantage of.

Moreover, Ye Fan's current behavior is too hasty for Chen Xiuhua.

Compared with Ye Fan's performance in the Kempinski nightclub before, this is simply the sky and the ground.

"Don't worry, just say a word, do you want to borrow it or not?" Ye Fan asked.

"Borrow, why not?" Seeing Ye Fan's insistence, Chen Xiuhua glanced at the cards in the middle-aged man's hand and said, "Give me the Huaxia Bank card."

"Here, here, here..." The middle-aged man didn't dare to neglect, and said.

"Okay." Chen Xiaohua took the Huaxia Bank card in the middle-aged man's hand, took out her mobile phone, and opened the Huaxia Bank mobile client. Because of the bank transfer, the single transaction limit is 20. For this reason, Chen Xiuhua transferred a total of five Only once did I transfer all 100 million to the middle-aged man's bank card, handed the card to the middle-aged man, and said, "Have you received it?"

"Received, there are five strokes in total, 20 each, totaling 100 million." The middle-aged man looked at the text message prompt, and handed the painting directly to Ye Fan, fearing that Ye Fan would repent, so he quickly slipped away, which only angered everyone present. , a burst of complete stunned, unbelievable.

No one expected that this young man really spent 100 million yuan to buy paintings that were obviously fake, and what's more, they were ridiculously fake calligraphy and paintings.

What a fool with a lot of money!

"Hmph, you were clearly present when I exposed him in public just now, but now you actually paid 100 million yuan to buy this calligraphy and painting. It's just out of my mind." Zhu Wenfang sneered.

"If you are not out of your mind, you will buy this calligraphy and painting, not to mention spending 100 million, even if you spend 1000 million." Facing Zhu Wenfang's sarcasm, Ye Fan changed his mind and said.

"Dead wood cannot be carved." Zhu Wenfang didn't mean to talk nonsense to Ye Fan at all, he said something contemptuously, put his hands behind his back, and left straight away.