When drunk, he mistook his sister-in-law for his wife!

"Okay, okay, just say yes."

Gao Chengwen smiled and shook his head. Without arguing with the young man, he took the scroll and spread it out on the table next to him.

"Wu Daozi's "One Hundred Beasts"?" Gao Chengwen's eyes narrowed.

"Boss, how are you? Is this true?" the young man asked expectantly.

"It's not true. This picture is blurry. Wu Daozi's paintings, whether they are figures, landscapes or animals, are very clear. This painting looks very blurry and is obviously a fake." Gao Chengwen gave an appraisal .

"Fake? Impossible, right? This is my family's ancestral treasure." The young man said.

"Brother, please stop talking about heirlooms. As I said just now, everyone who comes to my store to sell something says it is an heirloom. Even a broken bowl will be said to be an heirloom." Gao Chengwen shook his head and smiled.

"Boss, how much can you give me for this painting?" the young man asked.

"Although this painting is blurry, the workmanship is very good, which shows that the imitator is really high-level. I won't cheat you and will give you five thousand yuan." Gao Chengwen said.

To say that it is not a drawback, in fact, this painting only has a shortcoming of being a little blurry, and the rest is really impeccable.

If you sell it, you can sell it for at least 50,000 yuan. If you meet some people who are taken advantage of or who really like Wu Daozi's paintings, but can't buy authentic ones, you might be able to sell them for 100,000 or even hundreds of thousands.

After all, there are only so many authentic works, and not everyone can buy them. It is also good to buy good fakes.

"Boss, can you add more? If I didn't need the money urgently, I wouldn't sell it." The young man said hesitantly.

Five thousand yuan did not meet his expectations.

"Brother, please give me a price. I'll see if it works. If it works, I'll accept it. If it doesn't work, go look elsewhere." Gao Chengwen said.

"Fifty thousand yuan." The young man gave a price.

"Brother, you are talking like a lion. Let's do this. I will give you ten thousand yuan. If you want to sell it, I will take it. If you don't sell it, forget it." Gao Chengwen said.

This painting is really good, that's why he gave such a high price.

The young man hesitated whether to agree or not.

At this time, a voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Fifty thousand yuan, I want this painting."

Everyone looked around and saw a young man in his early twenties walking in.

Zhao Yulu and Chen Guanglei were stunned when they saw the person coming.

"Xu Yang, what are you doing here?" Zhao Yulu asked.

The person coming was none other than Xu Yang.

He took a taxi here, and because he encountered a traffic jam, he hurried and hurried slowly, but he finally caught up, but the painting was not sold yet.

When he walked in, he saw the painting on the table, which was Wu Daozi's "One Hundred Beasts".

Obviously, this twenty-seven-year-old young man is Guo Shan.

If he hadn't arrived, Guo Shan would have sold it to the boss for ten thousand yuan.

It is more difficult to buy it from the boss yourself.

It's easier to buy it from Guoshan.

If you pay 50,000 yuan to meet Guo Shan's requirements, the other party will probably sell it to you.

As for whether the boss will argue with me, he probably won't.

After all, the boss couldn't see that the painting was real and thought it was fake, otherwise he wouldn't have sold it for 50,000 yuan.

"I have nothing to do, so I came here to take a stroll. I think this painting is good. I'm going to buy it and hang it on the wall for appreciation." Xu Yang made a random excuse.

You can’t say that this painting is authentic and worth fifty million.

"Do you know anything about painting? Just buy it and hang it on the wall for appreciation?" Chen Guanglei sneered.

When he saw Xu Yang, he felt very unhappy.

These guys are all playing sisters.

This is something that even a rich second generation like him cannot do.

This is a poor boy from a small county. It is really unpleasant to have such a blessing.

"I don't know how to paint, so can't I buy paintings?" Xu Yang glanced sideways at Chen Guanglei, tit for tat.

"Guanglei, do you know each other?" Gao Chengwen asked.

"I've seen him before, but I'm not familiar with him." Chen Guanglei said.

At this time, Gao Chengwen basically understood the relationship between the two.

They are just acquaintances, not even friends.

And from Chen Guanglei's attitude, it can be seen that the relationship between Chen Guanglei and Xu Yang is not good.

Thinking of this, Gao Chengwen said: "Brother, you don't know how to draw. I advise you not to buy randomly, otherwise you won't have anywhere to cry."

Xu Yang said: "I just think this painting is worth 50,000 yuan. There is no problem of buying it randomly. You are the boss here, 50,000 yuan. Do you want to buy it? If not, I will buy it."

Guo Shan asked: "Brother, are you really willing to spend 50,000 yuan to buy this painting of mine?"

If it can really be sold for 50,000 yuan, he will make a lot of money.

He got this from a street stall for only five hundred yuan.

Just now, he asked for fifty thousand yuan.

There is no extravagant hope that the boss will agree.

Thinking about the bargaining between the two parties, it can be sold for about 30,000 yuan, which is considered very good.

Now, Xu Yang is willing to spend 50,000 yuan to buy this painting, which is even better.

Xu Yang nodded and said: "Really, I think your painting is really good and totally worth the price."

Guo Shan smiled and said: "Great, then I will sell you this painting."

Gao Chengwen's eyes flickered.

To be honest, he was a little doubtful whether Xu Yang was Guo Shan's supporter.

Are the two singing a double act? Are you here to lie to him?

This kind of thing has never happened.

He was fooled once and lost tens of thousands of dollars.

Xu Yang said to Gao Chengwen: "Boss, this is your shop. I know it's a bit bad for me to come in and cut off the beard like this, but in this kind of thing, the one with the highest price gets it, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Gao Chengwen became even more suspicious that Xu Yang and Guo Shan were playing a double act.

This painting is just a fake. Fifty thousand yuan is really too high.

You may not lose money, but if you don’t have good luck, you won’t make much.

Thinking of this, Gao Chengwen said: "If you are willing to buy it, then go ahead and buy it. I don't want it anymore."

Chen Guanglei sneered: "Do you think this painting is real, my uncle can't see it, and you made a big mistake?"

Xu Yang glanced at Chen Guanglei: "I don't think so. As I said just now, I think this painting is good. Buy it and hang it on the wall for appreciation."

He also found out that the owner of this store was Chen Guanglei's uncle.

Of course, this is not what he cares about. He only cares about whether he can buy the painting.

Chen Guanglei sneered again: "Stop pretending. I think you just want to pick up the leaks, but you don't even look at it. Do you have the ability? My uncle has already identified it. It's a fake. You want to pick up the leaks? Wait. Compensate."

It is very difficult for an individual to produce this kind of counterfeit.

Only in antique stores can you have a greater chance of meeting someone who is willing to buy.

Fifty thousand yuan, the loss is guaranteed.

Zhao Yulu said coldly: "Xu Yang, I admit that you are lucky and have made some money by investing in futures, but you are too naive to think that you can also make mistakes in the antique business."