My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 536
I go!

He Luo was about to despair.

He didn't care about the 2000 yuan.

The main reason is that after tossing twice, he didn't get anything, which was a big blow to him.

But I didn't expect to see the blue sky when I pushed through the clouds and mists.

What the hell is this painting?

It should not be an ordinary existence that can be hidden in the interior of porcelain.

Ye Fan smiled, picked up the scroll, and spread it out in public.

"hiss!"

Suddenly, everyone gasped.

They are old guns who have been in the antique market all year round.

For such authentic works, one can see that they are almost inseparable at a glance.

"It's actually... Zhao Mengfu's painting, this... how is it possible?"

"Nice, it's so good! I bought a painting by Zhao Mengfu for 2000 yuan, and I don't have to worry about clothes and food in this life."

He Luo didn't understand history, so he asked hastily.

"Boss, who is Zhao Mengfu? Is he awesome?"

Ye Fan said indifferently: "Zhao Mengfu is one of the four masters of regular script, and the eleventh grandson of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, he can be regarded as a generation of strange people."

"He is erudite and versatile, good at poetry and prose, understands economics, calligraphy, fine painting, good at gold and stone, proficient in rhythm, understanding and appreciation. Especially calligraphy and painting have the highest achievements, creating a new style of painting in the Yuan Dynasty, known as "the crown of Yuan people ". In painting, landscapes, figures, flowers and birds, bamboo and stone, pommel horses are omnipotent; fine brushwork, freehand brushwork, green, ink and wash are also omnipotent."

"A few years ago, a pair of his calligraphy fetched a sky-high price of 1.3 million. Although this painting is not a masterpiece, it shouldn't be a problem to sell it for [-] million."

"How much... how much?"

Even He Luo, who is a rich second generation, was shocked enough by the huge number.

"One hundred million? The two of us are half, that's 5000 million."

"Dad, Mom, your son actually earned 5000 million, can you believe it?"

He Luo burst into tears with excitement.

"Little brother, can you come to the shop to have a closer look at the paintings?"

"Yes, come to my shop, it's just ten meters away."

Many people scrambled to open their mouths, for fear of missing the viewing of the painting.

Of course, they more want to buy cheaply and make profits from it.

Han Mosheng clenched his fists tightly.

What a fucking shit, you can earn hundreds of millions by buying a fake antique.

It's just so unfair.

Ye Fan was secretly happy.

This amount of money is not much for him, but the sense of accomplishment and superiority is full.

The golden eye technique is really easy to use.

Otherwise, even he would not be able to discover such details.

Ye Fan shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am going to watch it myself."

Everyone was disappointed for a while, but they couldn't help asking.

"Little brother, why are you so determined to buy this painting?"

"Did you see the clue before?"

Because Ye Fan is not a fool.

Knowing that it is a fake and still buying it, how can it be true to listen to the sound?
You must have seen something before you bought it.

Ye Fan smiled slightly: "Just now I asked the boss about the source of the vase, do you still remember?"

"Most of you don't believe it, but I do believe he's telling the truth."

"The boss's eyes were relatively clear at that time."

"Also, such a father who is both virtuous and talented, but because his son owes gambling debts, his family is in decline, and he will not be able to protect him in the evening."

"And he intentionally made crude handicrafts. I think he must be trying to hide something from the predestined people."

"Where can the vase be hidden? It's nothing more than a structure, so I smashed the vase in public."

The crowd groaned.

It sounds very simple, but in fact it is a full analysis of human nature, and it is also a gamble.

2000 yuan is very little.

But no matter how rich he is, he wouldn't take two thousand to listen to it.

Not to mention money to burn, isn't it good to buy firecrackers?
"Hmph, playing tricks! It's just luck."

Han Mo rolled his eyes angrily, turned around and left.

"Boss, do you need me to contact the auction house? Have you auctioned off the scroll?" He Luo asked anxiously.

"Are you in such a hurry? Short of money?"

"No, but I want to show my dad and let him know that his son is not useless."

He Luo's words still hurt a little.

Ye Fan had been letting him study business before, but he didn't arrange any important positions for him.

On the one hand, it is to let him settle down.

On the other hand, I want him to get more stares. After all, rich second generation sounds nice, but it's actually not a nice word.

He was not as happy as he thought.

"Who said you can't make money?"

Ye Fan smiled lightly: "I just happen to be short of a general manager position recently, should I give it to you?"

"What general manager?"

He Luo's eyes lit up.

He is very eager to work and make money now, but he doesn't want to take advantage of his family's halo.

So I have been keeping a low profile and waiting for opportunities.

Ye Fan is giving him a huge opportunity.

"Well, the general manager of Phaeton Building usually collects rent or something."

"This is your early work. Later, I may start a new company and business in the building, and you may have to work part-time."

"Hui... Teng Building? Is it yours?"

"Yes."

"Boss, why are you such a rich man?"

He Luo smiled wryly.

Originally, he knew that he was no match for Ye Fan.

But I didn't expect the gap to be so huge.

Ye Fan's invisible assets are so many that it even makes people feel frightened.

"Don't talk nonsense, do you want to do it?"

"Of course, when will you take office?"

"tomorrow."

"Good."

He Luo seemed to be full of boundless energy.

"As for this painting, let me handle it. I will transfer half of the price to you."

Zhao Mengfu's picture scroll is art, and it is a treasure of China.

He didn't want it to spread outside.

So Ye Fan found a seller by himself, and felt a little more reliable.

"Okay, let's go."

Put away the picture scroll, Ye Fan and the two are about to leave.

But it was immediately blocked by the previous boss.

He looked hideous and said, "You fucked me up!"

"Where does this start?" Ye Fan spread his hands and said.

"You know there's something in it, why didn't you say it?"

Ye Fan smiled coldly.

"Then you know it's a fake, why didn't you say it?"

"This……"

The boss was speechless for a while.

He is fishing for a winner, of course you can't say it, otherwise who would buy it?
In the same way, Ye Fan did it for the paintings inside, so naturally he didn't mean it.

He understands the truth.

But he was still unwilling to let him give up the fight for the picture scroll.

"Stop this and that. I haven't pursued with you the matter that you lied to me before."

He Luo said coldly.

Many people in the antique market have heard of his name.

There are not many people who dare to provoke and lie to him.

Today, the boss has hit the iron plate.

The boss quickly apologized.

He knew that this scroll had nothing to do with him at all.

Otherwise, not only will you not get money, but it will be easy to get yourself involved.

"Young Master He, haven't you seen someone else? I said before that I want to make friends with you... Actually, I know there are paintings in it!"

How could He Luo believe his nonsense.

"Go away, don't block my eyes."

(End of this chapter)