"Madam, you really have good eyes! This is a famous painting from two thousand years ago that was just unearthed! And it's preserved very well. Look at the color, it's incomparably bright and lifelike. It's simply a national treasure! I see that you have fate with this painting.
Here, I'll give you a 20% discount. Eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight. What do you think of this number? Isn't it auspicious enough? "
The vendor's face was filled with a courteous smile. He rubbed his hands together and continued, "If you buy this painting, I can also give you a jade tiger paperweight that was unearthed a thousand years ago!"
The rich lady seemed to be moved. She smiled and said, "There's such a good thing. A two thousand year old painting only costs eight thousand … …" When the vendor heard this, he felt that there was a chance. He was so excited that his face flushed red. He said, "I also saw that madam has fate with this painting, so I'm selling it to you at a low price. If a normal person wanted to buy this painting in my hands, I wouldn't sell it even if I had a thousand gold coins.
Love. "
"Then wouldn't you be making a loss?"
If a normal person heard these words, they would most likely think that it was mocking. But looking at the rich lady's sincere expression, there was no falsehood at all.
It seemed like she really believed the vendor's words. The vendor chuckled and said from the bottom of his heart, "We sell antiques, so we also hope that the antiques can find an owner who truly appreciates them. I see that madam is someone who cherishes paintings, so I'm willing to sell it to you at a low price.
If you feel embarrassed, just name a price. "
When the rich lady heard this, she lowered her head and pondered. It seemed like she was really considering how much to give.
The vendor, who often mingled in the marketplace, knew with a glance that the rich lady was the easiest to deceive. He could almost believe what he said just now, so the price he offered would only be high and not low.
Thinking about how he had caught a big fish today, the vendor's mouth couldn't help but split into a big smile.
The rich lady seemed to have thought it through and just as she opened her mouth.
The vendor's eyes began to shine. Suddenly, a cynical and cheerful voice rang out. He said, "I think fifty dollars should be enough."
The vendor and the rich lady were stunned. They turned around at the same time.
They saw Yan Chenliang walk in front of them and look at the famous painting with interest.
The vendor was so angry that he jumped up and said, "Brat, what nonsense did you just say? Are you here to ruin my business?! "
Yan Chenliang did not pay any attention to the peddler's clamor. He continued to look at the painting, raised his eyebrows and said: "Fu Shan Spring Excursion Painting. It was created by the great painter Wang Xihe who lived for two thousand years. It is a priceless treasure."
"Hmph, it's good that you know!"
Hearing this, the peddler's expression became a little better.
The noblewoman looked at Yan Chenliang with some confusion and said, "So this is such a rare treasure?"
Yan Chen Liang politely smiled at the noble lady and said, "Madam, if it's the real thing, then it's naturally a rare treasure. However, the painting in front of you is nothing more than a counterfeit from the factory."
"Counterfeit?"
When the peddler heard this, he immediately became anxious, "Don't talk nonsense, this is the real thing! Where did you come from? Get lost! "
Yan Chenliang's cold gaze swept over the peddler. The peddler couldn't help but tremble fiercely as an indescribable chill swept through his entire body.
Why did he feel that this man was so scary?
Yan Chenliang explained to the noble lady and said, "The color of this painting is very bright … …"
"That's because it's well preserved!"
The peddler couldn't help but explain.
When Yan Chenliang heard this, he gave a sarcastic smile and said, "Oh? Two thousand years ago, there weren't such bright colors. Your painting is well preserved and looks like it was just painted. "
"You!"
The peddler's expression began to twist.
Yan Chenliang reached out his hand and touched the painting. His hand was immediately stained with paint. He sneered and said, "The color of your painting is fading?"
The peddler's face alternated between green and white. After a while, he dryly explained, "That's because it's too damp … … Let the sun dry it and it'll be fine … …"
"Ah." Yan Chenliang sneered and said, "Ancient paintings used pigments made from ores. The colors were thick and not easy to fade. Wang Xihe's painting is a typical example. Do you know the most direct way to appraise Wang Xihe's painting?
Is that so? "
How would the peddler know this? Listening to Yan Chenliang's clear and logical explanation, he was stunned.
"What … … What method?"
The noble lady's face was also filled with curiosity.
Yan Chenliang looked around and smiled at a girl in the crowd and said, "Miss, can I use your mineral water?"
The girl had never seen such a good looking man before. Her small face instantly flushed red.
She shyly nodded her head and then handed the mineral water to Yan Chenliang.
Yan Chenliang politely smiled, immediately causing the girl's heart to ripple. Her eyes were about to burst with love.
Xia An'an saw this scene from the side and couldn't help but twitch his mouth. This man really liked to attract bees and butterflies. He even wanted to attract a little girl to go to a fair.
Yan Chenliang walked in front of the peddler. That smile made the peddler's hair stand on end.
"You, what are you doing?"
The peddler looked at Yan Chenliang nervously, as if he was facing a great enemy.
He originally thought that he could catch a big fish today, but it seemed like he was going to spoil it.
Yan Chenliang unscrewed the cap of the bottle of mineral water. Then, in front of everyone's eyes, he poured the water directly onto the painting. This action stunned everyone.
The peddler was so angry that he jumped up and angrily said, "What are you doing!"
Yan Chenliang didn't care about the peddler's anger at all, slowly saying: "Wang Xihe's painting is made from grinding ores, it's anti-corrosive and water-resistant, but from what I see, your painting seems to have lost a bit of color."
Everyone looked at it carefully. It really was discolored.
The peddler's mouth was wide open as he looked at the painting in shock. Facing Yan Chenliang's question, he was speechless.
Yan Chenliang took the painting from the peddler's hand and looked at the back. He smiled, "The price is 50 yuan. It really isn't off by a bit."
"You!!"
The peddler's eyes were red. He was angry and hateful towards Yan Chenliang. Seeing the security guards come over, he immediately shouted, "Security, this person is here to cause trouble! Hurry and help me catch him! "
"What's going on?"
The security guards frowned.
Yan Chenliang calmly said, "Someone is openly selling fake relics at the fair and selling them at a high price. This has a bad impact on the fair. I think you should know who to catch, right?"
The security guards looked at each other and then stared at the peddler.
The peddler's face changed. He didn't even care about the things in his stall and wanted to run away.
"Stop!"
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