Invincible from the villain rich second generation

Without further explanation, Zhou Hao rolled up the pictures of ladies and said to the young stall owner.

"Boss, how much is your authentic Tang Yin painting?"

When the young stall owner heard Zhou Hao asking the price, he immediately put away his phone.

There was a smile on his face again, but he felt a little disgusted in his heart.

You said it was Tang Yin's authentic work.

How much less can that be?

"Hehe, handsome guy. This is passed down from my ancestors!"

"But if I can sell it, there must be difficulties. Is it okay to buy it? 50!"

Zhou Hao felt his temples start to throb.

Even Jiang Lanxin, who had always been calm, felt a little angry at this moment.

Then he said to Zhou Hao, full of resentment.

"If you like these antique calligraphy and paintings, my grandfather usually collects some of them. Can I ask for them when I go back?"

Looking at the vendor's eyes, Jiang Lanxin felt a little disdainful.

"Are you sure it's 50? If we really bought it and took it for appraisal, it's fine if it's true. If it's fake, how long will the sentence be for this 50 fraud?"

The vendor was a little speechless, and immediately stood there in silence.

Smiling and hugging Jiang Lanxin, Zhou Hao felt that she was quite powerful in fighting.

According to the normal situation.

If it was Tang Yin's original work, it would not be said whether it would appear here.

Even if it appeared in this kind of place, it would not be able to buy it for 50.

As for how long is the 50 sentence?

With the legal strength of Zhou and Jiang's family, it will take at least five years to start, right?

But Zhou An was sure of the picture of a lady in his hand.

It should be the one that Ye Fanjun picked up.

So Tang Yin's real work really appeared here!

"Okay, it's alright."

Patting Jiang Lanxin on the back, Zhou Hao looked at the vendor.

"How? Boss, can you sell it for 5000 yuan?"

However, before the vendor could respond, Jiang Lanxin heard that Zhou Hao would actually spend 5000 yuan for a painting that she thought was a fake.

Jiang Lanxin didn't know what Zhou Hao was thinking, so she gave Zhou Hao a hard look.

He didn't care about the vendor owner, and said directly.

"Why do you want to buy it? Five thousand is not money? I said that you want ancient calligraphy and paintings, and I have real ones at home. Why do you want to buy his fakes?"

"Hey! Who is selling fake products..."

When the vendor owner heard Jiang Lanxin say that he had bought a fake, he had an instant conditioned reflex.

But as he spoke, his voice became smaller.

Thinking about it is also a guilty conscience.

Then he looked at Zhou Hao with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"You...where can you bargain like this, at least [-]..."

"four thousand."

Seeing that Zhou Hao took his words as deaf ears, Jiang Lanxin hated his words that were too weak.

"Did you listen to what I said? Give me a few thousand dollars and I can buy you a lot of these!"

The vendor was a little anxious, after all, it was not easy to open a business once, but he didn't expect Zhou Hao to lower the price.

And there is Jiang Lanxin on the side to stop him.

"Eight thousand! Eight thousand is the lowest price! Can't be less!"

Zhou Hao looked at him calmly.

"Three thousand~"

"Zhou Hao! It's not that I don't allow you to spend thousands of dollars on me. I just want you to be cheated! Can you be obedient?"

"Five thousand! Five thousand is really the lowest price!"

"Two thousand, if you want to sell it, I'll buy it now, if you don't sell it, I'll leave immediately!"

Looking at the street vendor with the face of an extreme businessman, Zhou Hao felt bored.

At worst, don't want this picture of a lady!

Zhou Hao's silent face let the street vendor owner who is very good at observing facial expressions know that two thousand must be the bottom line.

If he persisted, Zhou Hao would really leave.

Then he pretended to be in pain and waved his hands at Zhou Hao.

"Hey, I betrayed you! To tell the truth, it made everyone feel bad..."

With an impatient face on his face, the young vendor owner took out the charging QR code.

"Do you want a bag?"

"Alipay arrives: 2000 yuan!"

Zhou Hao didn't want to answer when he unfolded the pictures of ladies again.

Seeing the silent Zhou Hao, the vendor was not annoyed, with a seemingly deserted face.

In fact, my heart has already blossomed with joy.

There are really fools who spend 2000 yuan to buy so-called ancient calligraphy and paintings in this kind of place.

Little did he know that when he received this painting, he only spent 200 yuan to buy it.

A full ten times the profit!
Jiang Lanxin looked at Zhou Hao who showed a satisfied expression, but she didn't want to say anything anymore.

The good mood in the morning was almost ruined now.

But as a girlfriend, I have to take care of it.

Hey!
Shaking her head and sighing secretly, Jiang Lanxin became expressionless.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhou Hao, Jiang Lanxin, and the vendor owner looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Ye Fanjun?
Unlike Jiang Lanxin's doubts and curiosity, Zhou Hao's eyes flashed.

He hurriedly rolled up the picture of the lady, and was not in a hurry to leave.

Ye Fanjun walked to the side of Zhou Hao and the two of them, and looked at the scroll in Zhou Hao's hand.

"That... Mr. Zhou, can I have a look at the painting in your hand?"

Zhou Hao raised his eyebrows and handed him the picture of a lady.

"Anything, but we're in a hurry."

"Of course, I just want to take a look."

Nodding, Ye Fanjun took the scroll and opened it gently with both hands.

When his eyes scanned the entire painting, his eyes shrank.

Originally, it was just because of Zhou Hao's identity.

So I took a look here at first.

But when he saw the exposed corner of the painting in Zhou Hao's hand.

I thought I was wrong.

Now that the whole painting is displayed in front of his eyes, this is confirmed again.

Then Ye Fanjun looked at the picture of the lady and said in admiration.

"Mr. Zhou is really lucky! I didn't expect to find the real Tang Yin handwriting here!"

"May I ask, how much did it cost?"

Zhou Hao was a little impatient, always feeling that Ye Fanjun was too thoughtful.

But there is no need to hide it, after all, the previous owner of this painting is still here.

"Two thousand, have you finished reading it?"

Ye Fanjun's eyes flashed, and he glanced vaguely at the vendor owner whose complexion suddenly changed.

laughed.

"Young Master Zhou is really lucky! I missed 2000 yuan, and Tang Yin's original work worth 3000 million yuan... It's incomparable. The piece of Ru porcelain I missed before cost tens of thousands of dollars to buy."

Ye Fanjun shook his head emotionally, not noticing the cold light in Zhou Hao's eyes at all.

what?
3000? !

The vendor owner's face immediately changed drastically.

Jiang Lanxin's mouth was also slightly opened in shock, and she couldn't believe it in her eyes.

"I won't sell it! Take out the phone! I'll give you the money back!"

The young vendor owner eagerly walked around the stall, but did not lose his mind.

He just quickly came behind Zhou Hao, and was careful not to leave this week.

Then he reached out and snatched the picture of a lady still in Ye Fanjun's hand into his own.

But Ye Fanjun looked at Zhou Hao with astonishment at this moment.

"Take out your phone, I'll give you cash if you don't want to transfer the money!"