Against the sky loan system

Wang Xishan was stroking the picture scroll this time, even wearing his presbyopic glasses was not enough, and finally took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and looked back and forth on the ancient painting of Jiangting.

One stroke at a time, the inscription and the roughness of the paper can be seen in full view.

The more he looked at it, the more Wang Xishan admired it.

And in Zhao Tian's heart, the more joyful he was.

"Look at Mr. Wang's expression, this painting is probably the right one!" Zhao Tian clenched his fists tightly.

And everyone else looked at Zhao Tian with envy, but just when Wen Biyue nodded faintly, thinking that this painting would make Zhao Tian a lot of money, Wang Xishan suddenly took off his mirror and stared heavily. sigh.

"Hey!"

"What a pity, what a pity!"

"This painting almost makes me feel that I have seen the real thing, and it does have uncanny craftsmanship. However, it is not the work of Master Zhang Daqian. You can see the signature here, it is obviously pasted!"

Wang Xishan's fingers tapped repeatedly on the inscription of this Jiangting talk about the ancient picture, and Wen Biyue's pupils shrank when he said this, and suddenly realized.

"Silk!"

"This fake is too amazing!"

"How could a painting imitate two people? Not only did it imitate Tang Bohu's original work, but also imitated Master Zhang Daqian's style?"

Wen Biyue covered her mouth in surprise, but Zhao Tian, ​​who reacted completely differently from her, had a stiff smile on his face.

Unable to accept the blow at once, he was on the verge of falling, and almost passed out.

"what?"

"Is this sign posted?"

"Then this painting? Is it a fake among the fakes?" Zhao Tian secretly glanced at Wei Ziwen, and then at Su Chen who was with the old god. Although his heart was bleeding, he still put his hands on the conference table, Don't let him fall by himself.

"Don't make a fool of yourself!"

"You can't lose people from my Zhao family, especially that kid surnamed Su is here, I have to be strong no matter what!"

Zhao Tian clenched his teeth, not knowing that the harder he tried, the uglier his complexion became.

After a while, it's like opening a dyeing workshop, colorful and wonderful.

Wang Xishan looked at Zhao Tianru's expression of falling into hell. Although he sympathized with it, he finally nodded and said, "That's right, this is a fake of fakes. Boy Zhao, you are at a loss!"

"How much is the loss?" Zhao Tian's eyes darkened again, and he looked at Wang Xishan in despair and said, "Mr. Wang, how much do you think this fake is worth?"

When Zhao Tian asked this sentence, his voice was completely hoarse.

This made many people who were still envious of him shake their heads in pity, especially Wei Zihao, who was glad that he did not buy fakes like this Zhao Tian, ​​and also felt that antiques are risky, and investment needs to be cautious. Be careful and be careful.

However, just when everyone felt pity and Wang Xishan hesitated to speak, no one noticed that there was a disdainful smile on the corner of Su Chen's mouth.

"You old man Wang is as evil as a ghost, but it's still not as good as having a system in his hands!" Su Chen didn't need to wear reading glasses like Wang Xishan, and magnified to observe carefully, but only relied on the elementary treasure appraisal skills he borrowed from the system back then. , I immediately saw that there was a hole in the painting.

"At most, can it be worth [-] yuan?" Wang Xishan stroked his beard and pondered for a while before giving Zhao Tian an answer.

At the moment, everyone collectively mourned Zhao Tian for a while, and Zhao Tian himself couldn't hold it anymore, sat down on the chair, and almost burst into tears.

"80 to [-], Mommy!"

"Heaven, earth, what evil have I done!" Zhao Tian stared blankly at the picture of Jiang Ting talking about ancient times spread out on the conference table, and was already planning in his heart to leave Wang Xishan. He went to find the bastard friend who encouraged him to buy the fake painting.

If he didn't call his "friend" a pig's head, he would be sorry for the word despair.

"Cough cough!"

"Mr. Wang!"

"I doubt it. Just this broken painting can sell for [-] yuan? Even if it is a fake, it is still a fake. Could it be that just because it is a fake among fakes, it has become a fighting chicken among roosters?"

When everyone mourned silently and Zhao Tian was in despair, Su Chen stood up unexpectedly.

Moreover, when he opened his mouth, he questioned Wang Xishan's authority.

This time, Wen Biyue, who was still mourning for Zhao Tian, ​​suddenly woke up and turned around, staring at her beautiful eyes, and wanted to pull Su Chen to sit down.

"Xiaochen, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Since Mr. Wang said that this forgery can be worth [-] yuan, he has his reasons!" Wen Biyue didn't understand why Wang Xishan would haggle over every detail with a young man like Su Chen.

After all, as Taishan Beidou in the world of antiques, even if he had a little misunderstanding with his younger generation, he shouldn't be so stingy.

What's more, there are half of her disciples as peacemakers in the middle.

But now, seeing that Su Chen didn't speak early or late, but said such words at this time, Wen Biyue vaguely understood Wang Xishan.

There's no way, no one else to blame, if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself, this son-in-law is a little owed.

"Humph!"

"Xiaoyue, you don't have to smooth things over for an old man like me!"

"Boy, what you said is right. This fake is sold as usual, and it is indeed not worth [-] yuan. However, the business in this world is all about your love and my willingness!"

"Now I'm willing to pay [-] yuan to buy this fake. Tell me, is it worth [-] yuan?"

Wang Xishan also didn't expect Su Chen to speak at this time. Whether he was appraising the treasure or pretending to be coercive, Su Chen kept silent, and Wang Xishan almost forgot about Su Chen's existence.

However, just when he was going to comfort Zhao Tian, ​​Su Chen exposed him. How could Wang Xishan not be angry?
That anger was about to fly out of his eyes, burning Su Chen into ashes.

"Hehehe!"

"Mr. Wang!"

"I don't agree with what you said. If you are willing to pay [-] yuan, this fake is worth [-] yuan? Then if I am willing to pay [-] yuan, wouldn't it exceed your estimate?"

Su Chen was not stupid, so he could tell that with Wang Xishan's attitude, if he continued to contradict him, he would completely offend Mr. Wang.

However, when he thought of the real value of this so-called "fake", he still rolled his eyes, ignored Wen Biyue's wink and Song Xi'er's dissuasion, and directly said loudly.

This time, the atmosphere in the whole room was extremely weird.

Everyone looked at Su Chen and Wang Xishan in disbelief, and hearing the gurgling sound from Wang Xishan's throat, everyone felt that Su Chen's mind was out of order.

"Good, good, good!"

"Boy, I thought you were sincerely admitting your mistake before, but it seems that you really deliberately played tricks on the old man, Xiaoyue, you really found a good son-in-law!"