My divine eyes see past and present

Chapter 155 Wu Changshuo's Painting

Just when Chi Youjun smelled the alcohol and felt emotional.

Chen Xinglan looked at Chi Youjun.

"Could it be that you really don't hate Young Master Fusu at all in your heart?"

This kind of address distanced the relationship between Chen Xinglan and Fusu, as if they were really separated by more than 2000 years.

As soon as this question came up, Jiang Li also looked at Chi Youjun.

Unexpectedly, Chi Youjun, who was already pale, turned even paler.

Chi Youjun didn't speak.

His eyes dodged, and finally he simply hid in Jiang Li's body and disappeared.

Chen Xinglan sneered again.

Such a conversation aroused Jiang Li's curiosity, so Jiang Li asked Chen Xinglan what he meant by what he just said, but Chen Xinglan was just drinking and didn't intend to say anything.

In the next few days, Jiang Li sneaked away from his busy schedule and didn't go to the Antiques Association. First, because the Antiques Association was very quiet and there was nothing to deal with. Second, it was because Jiang Li didn't want to see Shangguan Tongming. The main reason to go to the Antique Society.

But what Jiang Li didn't know was that Shangguan Tongming was not in Hongjiang City at all.

this day.

Jiang Li, Chen Xinglan and Liu Zimin went to the black market on Bell Tower Street.

This is still Jiang Li's favorite place to come.

I haven't been here for a while, and it seems that there are several unfamiliar stalls here, but this is also normal, and this is the rule before.

After Jiang Li came, there were still many people who knew Jiang Li. They were respectful and respectful, but this made Jiang Li a little uncomfortable.

Before he took two steps, someone would come up to curry favor with Jiang Li.

This made it difficult for Jiang Li to take a good look at it.

Chen Xinglan also saw it, so he proposed.

"Let's go to Jiangcheng. Jiangcheng also has a black market, and there are many good things. The most important thing is that it is much quieter."

Jiang Li smiled slightly, and the three of them changed places.

It's not too far from here to the black market in Jiangcheng.

After coming, Jiang Li still lamented that it was really his own loss if he didn't come before.

There are really many good things.

There are things that radiate light everywhere.

This place is no different from Hongjiang City, where there are a lot of storefront businesses, but instead, they are all small stalls, which are also very lively.

There was a particularly lively place, Jiang Li and his group walked over.

I saw a 30-year-old man with dyed yellow hair tearing up a painting, and then yelling at a weak and honest man wearing glasses.

"Damn it, you still dare to sell me fake products. See if you have taken the guts of a bear and leopard. See if I can't clean you up properly."

Speaking of getting started.

Fortunately, Jiang Li stopped him.

If Jiang Li hadn't stopped him, that thin and weak man would probably be beaten by his relatives.

It's not that Jiang Li is meddling in other people's business, but that the one who scolded and tore up people is shining in Jiang Li's eyes.

This is a genuine product, and now that it has been torn apart, Jiang Li will naturally have to take care of it.

That person broke free from Jiang Li's shackles.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know this black-hearted merchant?"

Before Jiang Li could speak, the people behind him spoke obsequiously.

"No... no, my... painting is real, absolutely real."

He stuttered in one sentence, it can be seen that he is usually a person who is not looked down upon and can be bullied at will.

Jiang Li sighed softly.

Then he looked at the big man.

"Who told you that this painting is fake?"

Jiang Li's aura was in full swing, and just by asking this question, the arrogance of that big man seemed to have weakened a lot.

"This painting is fake. After I bought it back, my teacher told me about it, and the real one is now in the hands of my teacher."

The big man said yes, and looked at Jiang Li.

"You'd better stop meddling in other people's business. Do you know who my teacher is? He is Jin Lei, a famous treasure appraiser in Jiangcheng City."

Jiang Li has really heard of this name. When he was still in the small business, he met a person like Jin Lei. He was really famous. At that time, Jiang Li even worshiped Jin Lei However, when Jiang Li went to find Jin Lei, not only was he turned away, he was also looked down upon and beaten up.

It was also from that time that Jiang Li had a different view of Jin Lei.

Now, whenever he hears Jin Lei's name, Jiang Li loathes it.

"Let me tell you, this painting is real. Your teacher made a mistake. Now if you tear up someone else's painting, you will have to pay for it."

Jiang Li didn't speak, but Chen Xinglan spoke first.

This is not surprising, after all, if Chen Xinglan can be called the second person who collects paintings and calligraphy, then absolutely no one can be called No.1.

Chen Xinglan also saw that this painting was real.

And while speaking, he picked up the painting that had been torn into several copies on the ground, with a look of regret.

"What are you paying for? I still paid a lot of money to buy it from this sissy. Now this is fake. He should pay me for it."

As the big man spoke, he picked up the sissy's collar.

The sissy is indeed weak, a big man doesn't even have the strength to resist and struggle.

"It's not...it's not fake, my...my paintings here are all real."

Following the sissy words, Jiang Li looked at his booth. Although the booth was small and not classy, ​​as he said, every painting here was real, and they were all Wu Changshuo's paintings.

Wu Changshuo was an artist in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. He was a famous master of traditional Chinese painting, calligrapher, and seal carver. The biggest feature of his works is the integration of "poetry, calligraphy, painting, and seal".

It is also known as "Shigu seal script No. 1" and "the last peak of literati painting".

But at present, many people can't appreciate his paintings. Although the price is considerable, there are endless imitations. Once his upside-down paintings appear on the market, no matter whether they are true or not, they will be cast aside.

What's more, there are so many Wu Changshuo's paintings here for this sissy, so it is understandable to be suspected of being fake.

"I'll say it again, his painting is real, so your compensation."

Chen Xinglan absolutely did not back down on this matter.

The big man was also in a hurry, pushed Chen Xinglan away and called his teacher.

"Teacher, someone troubled me in the black market and said that you made a mistake in the identification, why don't you come over here?"

After hanging up the phone, the big man looked at people with his nostrils.

"You just wait, my teacher will be here in a while, and then I want to see how you still argue. I'll tear up all your paintings in a while."

Probably as soon as these words came out, the sissy was frightened.

(End of this chapter)