After time travel, the imperial concubine becomes a celebrity herself

Ready to run forward and push this person who came out of nowhere.

But before she could make a move, a faster figure rushed out, everyone saw her and he only kicked her, and the sneak attacker was kicked aside.

Everyone was in an uproar, all in amazement.

The two were subdued in this way, and after making sure that there was no danger, An Mengyi set her sights on the person who had just appeared to save them.

"It's you!" An Mengyi's eyes widened.

The old man took a deep breath, as if he knew martial arts, and made a very short ending.

Then someone recklessly rushed out from the crowd and looked for the ground: "My painting!"

The painting fell beside An Mengyi, An Mengyi picked it up and handed it to him: "Here."

"Thank you, thank you." The middle-aged man in a coat kept saying, and then he opened the painting, heaving a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's this painting that was stolen."

An Mengyi felt curious, so she leaned over to have a look: "Can I have a look?"

"Here, let's take a look." The boss was very generous and asked An Mengyi to take a look.

An Mengyi looked at it for a long time, and felt that the painting was pretty good, both the font and the painting were unique: "Why are you relieved that this painting was stolen?"

"I bought this painting from there for [-] yuan. I won't be afraid of making fun of you if you tell me about its origin. It was left behind when the previous owner moved. The later owner looked at the painting. That’s right, I saw that no one came looking for it for a long time, so I sold it to me.” The boss in a coat said, “It doesn’t look like an authentic work, so I just wanted to take it out and sell it here. If I like it, I can still make a difference. So, if I steal other things, I may still feel distressed, but I am not afraid of stealing this painting."

"Do you want to sell?" An Mengyi asked.

"Sell, of course!" The boss stared at An Mengyi: "What's the matter? Little sister wants to buy this painting?"

"Yes, I think this painting looks pretty..." An Mengyi said, the signature and the color, it can be seen that the age should not be very old.

An Mengyi looked up and looked around. The old man and Rong Jinghao were still looking at the two people who ran over just now.Secretary Zhao had already called the police. Before the police arrived, the surrounding crowd still did not disperse.With so many pairs of eyes staring at her, An Mengyi didn't dare to use her different pupils again.

"The little sister, let's do it this way, I bought it for six thousand, and you give me twelve thousand! Is it going to work?" the boss asked.

"Twelve thousand? Boss, she was the one who found this painting for you. You doubled it in an instant!" Su Lele questioned him.

"Hey, look at this painter. The edges and corners are sharp. I just watched you help me snatch this painting back, so I will give you a conscience price." The boss said that Su Lele would continue to quarrel with him. Meaning, a different person said: "Little sister, you should be someone who knows how to paint. Even if it is a copy, this is considered a conscience. If I sell this painting normally, it will cost more than 10 yuan! "

After finishing speaking, he gave Su Lele a glare.

"Hey, you..." Su Lele was about to do it again.An Mengyi slashed the price, but An Mengyi said, "Lele."

As soon as Su Lele heard it, she knew that An Mengyi meant that he didn't want him to continue talking, so she gave the boss an angry look, and took a few steps back.

"Boss, twelve thousand is twelve thousand." An Mengyi said, "Shall I go to the store with you to settle the settlement?"

"No, no, no!" The boss smiled immediately, as if he was afraid that An Mengyi would run away: "You can transfer the money to me directly now, and when the police arrive later, you may still need to take a record, so I won't trouble you to follow along I'm in the shop."

Naturally, the people around also saw this scene, and they all felt that the boss was a thug, and some felt that An Mengyi was worthless.

"Girl, if you want me to tell you, don't buy it at all. He said it's a fake. Let's see if he can sell this painting for [-] yuan!" An old lady stared at the antique shop vigorously. The boss said to An Mengyi.

"That's right, girl, if you catch a thief for him, he still wants to trick you in this matter, it's not worth it, it's not worth it!"

Everyone's sparse voices made the boss a little guilty, but he soon convinced himself: "I'm a businessman, not a good person, and this painting was set by the girl who said she wanted to buy it. Although he helped It’s up to me, but it still has to be based on the price, right?”

"I don't believe it. If this is really worth 10 yuan, can you still sell it for [-] yuan?" Su Lele stood aside and asked.

Seeing An Mengyi standing there motionless, the boss was afraid that she would change her mind again, so she hurried up and continued, "Girl, is it better to use WeChat?"

"WeChat." An Mengyi rolled up the painting. The boss had already opened the WeChat payment panel. An Mengyi scanned the QR code, and when the [-] money was transferred, the painting would be completely hers.

The people around sighed a little, complaining about An Mengyi's stupidity.

Su Lele walked over angrily: "An'an, why do you insist on buying it? Look at how proud he is!"

The boss succeeded, and immediately stood aside, saying that all this has nothing to do with him.An Mengyi glanced at him, but he immediately waved at An Mengyi: "Buy and leave, buy and leave!"

An Mengyi was amused by his appearance, she shook her head and said to Su Lele: "It's okay, Lele, what if I made money?"

"An'an, are you stupid? If you really made a profit, how can you sell it for [-]?" Su Lele asked in a low voice, tugging at his clothes.

"Hello, we are the police." The police finally came, Rong Jinghao and the old man let go, handed them over to the police, and then came to An Mengyi's side: "What did you just buy?"

"Chairman Rong, tell me about her!" Su Le said anxiously, "She was tricked by this boss!"

"Let me have a look." Rong Jinghao was not in a hurry, apparently he didn't take Su Lele's words to heart.

An Mengyi handed the painting to him: "Look at it."

Then he comforted Su Lele next to him: "It's okay, if we lose money, it will be treated as my tuition fee."

Rong Jinghao pointed at the pattern above: "How much did it cost?"

"Twelve thousand." An Mengyi asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

When Rong Jinghao heard the price, he smiled: "1 yuan, you are such a treasure."

"Yo! Is this the one you just bought?" While everyone was watching, another voice came from the side.

"No, what does this have to do with you?" Su Lele was angry just now, and her tone must be bad now.

"Little girl, your temper is too impetuous, young people can't explode at once!" The old man put his hands behind his back and was not affected by her at all.

"Do you know how to paint?" An Mengyi asked.

"Of course." The old man nodded: "Would you mind showing me?"

"Please." An Mengyi stepped aside to let the old man get closer and take a closer look.

"What do you think of this painting?" Rong Jinghao asked.

"Hiss..." The old man let out a soft sound, tugging at An Mengyi's heartstrings, and then heard his evaluation: "Not bad, this little girl is making a lot of money."

Earn a lot?Didn't you just transfer it to her at twice the price someone else bought it for?Why do you say you made a lot of money now?

Some of the people who hadn't left after watching the excitement turned back, Su Lele was also moved by the sound, and looked aside curiously.

"This painting should be the authentic work of Mr. Dong Shouping." The old man said slowly.

The surrounding area was much quieter, and everyone heard what the old man said.Some people don't know who Mr. Dong is, but they can understand the two words "authentic work".

"Mr. Dong Shouping!" A villain in the crowd exclaimed.

"Who is he?" someone asked.

"It's a modern painter of ours. His ink paintings are very famous!" Someone gave the answer.

The owner of the shop next to him frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't matter what you say, the important thing is that you are really at a loss!" Some people in the crowd laughed.

"I thought this little girl was stupid, but I didn't expect her to be the real discerning eye!" Another person said.

The voice was not so low that everyone on the scene listened to it.

"Yes, this is Mr. Dong's "Ink Bamboo" picture." Looking at the old man, he explained in detail: "When you look at the bamboo, you have a plan in mind from the first stroke, and then you write with the flow and not be bound by the bamboo. , it is wonderful."

"That means, this painting is really valuable?" Su Lele suddenly came up to him and asked.

"That's natural. Although this painter is a modern painter, he has already auctioned for more than 3000 yuan in 08, around 16 in 800, and [-] million in [-]..." said the old man. He rubbed his chin: "However, the selling price is related to the meaning of his painting. Just this painting, at least it is more than [-] now..."

"My God..." Hearing this news, Su Lele was no longer angry, her eyes widened, and then she turned to look at An Mengyi in disbelief: "An An, you've made a fortune!"

"400 million at once!" Su Lele made an exaggerated expression and made An Mengyi laugh.

"I didn't expect you, little girl, to have some sharp eyesight, not bad." The old man said.

"I'll offer 450 million! I'll buy this painting back!" The boss in a coat next to him suddenly said.

"Hey, are you back on your word? If you sell it for [-], it's four hundred times higher!" Su Lele laughed out loud.

"Lele." An Mengyi called her softly, telling him to restrain himself.

"Look, I paid 50 more than your estimated price, just let me take it back!" The boss's face turned pale.

"Impossible!" Before An Mengyi could say anything, Su Lele refused.