Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng wanted to continue talking, but the old man's attitude was very resolute. As the two sides struggled, two people walked in from outside the door. The leader was wearing a mandarin gown, holding a cane, and wearing a pair of gold sunglasses. He has a tall and straight posture and an extraordinary bearing.

After seeing this person, the old man who was entangled by Jiang Cheng seemed to have seen a savior. He hurried over and said, "Shopkeeper, you came just in time. Two people came to the store to cause trouble. No matter how hard you try, you can't drive them away."

"We are not making trouble, we are here to sell paintings. Since your store is open, isn't it just for business?" the fat man argued.

The old gentleman puffed his beard angrily and glared, "You two young men, Song Keli's reputation is now ruined on the street. Are you not sincerely causing trouble for us by selling his paintings?"

Hearing the words Song Keli, the shopkeeper seemed to be interested. He took a step forward and walked towards Jiangcheng and the two people. It must be said that the shopkeeper was much calmer than the old gentleman, but this calmness only lasted for a long time. In a short time, after lowering his head and seeing the painting in front of him, the shopkeeper's expression suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately took off his glasses, bent down, and almost pressed his face against the painting, looking at it inch by inch.

The waiter behind the shopkeeper was very discerning and immediately closed the store door.

The fat man's heart was pounding, thinking that these people were trying to kill people and steal goods in broad daylight.

"Have you seen enough?" Jiang Cheng asked with a smile: "If you like it, make an offer and we can talk in detail.

After a moment, the shopkeeper looked away from the painting, with an indescribable regret on his face, "It is indeed Mr. Song Keli's handiwork, but my eyesight is blind. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

"Okay, little brother, I'll accept your painting." The shopkeeper raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng.

The old gentleman standing with his hands hanging aside was shocked when he heard this, and said in a panic: "Shopkeeper, you can see clearly, this is Song Keli's painting, now outside..."

The shopkeeper waved his hand, interrupting the unpleasant words that followed, and looked straight at Jiang Cheng. He could feel that among the two people who came, it was this young man who really had the final word, "But little brother, don't think too much about it." Okay, I'm willing to accept the painting, but the price will definitely not be high. After all, you have seen what the scene is like outside."

"The most I can give you is this number." The shopkeeper opened his palm and stretched out five fingers.

"I won't sell it." Jiang Cheng quickly refused.

Jiang Cheng's reaction made the shopkeeper frown, "Brother, to be honest, if you dare to accept this painting from you now, you can't find another shop in Shanghai. If you pass this village, there is no shop like this." ”

Jiang Cheng pretended to be hesitant.

"How about this, little brother, there are student demonstrations everywhere outside, and it is inconvenient for you to carry the painting. You can leave the painting with me first, and I will keep it for you. As for the price..."

"Thank you shopkeeper for your kindness. No need. I'd better go back and think about it again. Jiang Cheng didn't waste any time. He cupped his hands and said simply: "Goodbye. "

"I won't send you far."

The fat man hurriedly put away the painting and followed Jiang Cheng's footsteps.

Watching Fatty Jiangcheng go out, the shopkeeper narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his hand, and the follower came over, "Find two smart people, follow them and see where they live." The shopkeeper's voice was cold.

"It's already been arranged," the attendant replied.

At this moment, the old gentleman beside him seemed to have come to his senses, and his small eyes suddenly opened, "Shopkeeper, could it be that that painting..."

"Yes." The stern-looking man nodded, "I suspect it is the missing "Ghost Horse Picture". Although I have not seen the original painting, the overall feeling to me is indeed as rumored."

The old gentleman became more and more confused and said in a low voice: "But I have looked at this painting carefully, and the painting is definitely by Song Keli."

"I naturally know that this painting is by Song Keli, because he copied it, but since it is a copy, the real "Ghost Horse Picture" must be in his hands." The man looked out the door, "And these two The fact that an individual can obtain this imitation shows that they have a close relationship with Song Keli. Following their line, there may be great discoveries. "

"But there are rumors outside that Song Keli has disappeared, and his former home is empty." The old gentleman said.

The man sneered, "If he does something like that, what if he doesn't go out and hide for a while? I don't think it can be done now. He has been protected by the Japanese people. They say it is protection, but in fact... haha, it is just surveillance."

"Shopkeeper." The old gentleman asked a little warily: "You mean, the two people just now... can still be related to Japanese people?"

"It's possible." The man replied.

"I said, shopkeeper, why do we worry about this?" The attendant curled his lips indifferently, "We are businessmen, and we do not do business with anyone. Whether it is an Asian or a Westerner with yellow hair and blue eyes, what is the difference? We will do business with whoever gives us more money. This is a rule handed down from our ancestors.”

"That's the rule of your ancestors, don't take me with you." The shopkeeper frowned, "A real man has things to do and things not to do. He would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. Don't you understand this?"

The attendant was stunned for a moment.

"I don't care where this "Ghost Horse" ends up, and I don't have that much appetite for it, but the bottom line is that it must stay on our land and must not be taken away by foreigners." The shopkeeper's words were resounding.

"Down with the traitors!"

"Song Keli is not a teacher in vain, it is a shame for a scholar!"

"Selling friends for glory will lead to a good death!"

…

The parade came again, whirring past the door, and the crowds were like a sea. Each shout was louder than the other. The old gentleman took a step forward and went to close the door tremblingly. He was scolded by the shopkeeper, "You What are you doing with the door closed?”

"I..." The old gentleman's cloudy eyes blinked. He didn't know why. It was just a subconscious move.

"Listen to them and let them shout. If there are more people like this, maybe... it will really be different." The man stood with his hands behind his back, facing the sea of ​​people.

…

"Doctor, why don't you ask? I feel that the shopkeeper is very interested in this painting." The fat man said as he walked.

"Well, I can tell, he must know something." Jiang Cheng quickly replied: "There's no rush, let's hang him up and chill him overnight, and wait until we come back tomorrow. Mainly, we don't have enough time today."

The fat man understood what Jiang Cheng meant, and the two of them hurried towards the back door of the teahouse. From the back door to the front door, they happened to bump into an Asian man dressed as a coachman standing not far behind the door, stretching his neck and looking in.

The moment he saw Fatty Jiang Cheng appear, before he could turn around and slip away, Jiang Cheng waved and stopped him, "Not bad, you are quite sensible. You know how to wait for me to come out."

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