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Of course, Boss Hu couldn't imagine that for Yan Xiaobao, a strange man who didn't blink after seeing a huge sum of 500 million, the transaction in tens of thousands was really not worth his saliva.

When Tang Wenjun saw Yan Xiaobao coming in, he was overjoyed and asked, "Brother Bao, is this painting useful?"

"It's useful." Yan Xiaobao then reached out to Boss Hu, "Get the painting, I bought it."

"Sir, you haven't asked for the price yet..." Boss Hu was a little confused.

"I don't care how much it costs." Yan Xiaobao pointed directly at Tang Wenjun, "I asked him for it."

"Uh..." Boss Hu, who had wanted to speak loudly, was a little uncomfortable.

Just now, Tang Wenjun saw the whole process of accepting this painting clearly from beginning to end, and knew that he only spent 3,900 yuan at a low price. When he opened his mouth and shouted too high, others would definitely not do it.

However, how can people who do business make a lot of money without being thick-skinned or unlucky? Boss Hu made up his mind and thorned his teeth to increase the price by ten times, "Thirty-nine!"

When Tang Wenjun heard this, he laughed, "Boss, you just won the money for 3,000 yuan, and you just turned your hands ten times more than I did? It's not good that you treat me as a sucker so naked."

Tang Wenjun didn't care about the small amount of money of 39,000, but it was really uncomfortable to be slaughtered like a pig's head.

Boss Hu laughed, "Brother, this is how it is to do antique business, it depends entirely on vision and luck. Many times, if you are one step slower or one step faster, the loss is quite large... To be honest, I will never criticize you for the price of 39,000 yuan. If you don't believe me, go out and ask..."

"Hey! If you ask you to buy it, why do you have to pay so much?" Yan Xiaobao was impatient.

Tang Wenjun shook his head with a wry smile. Yan Xiaobao said, "He is a sucker, and he must be properly noted." He immediately made a note of 39,000 check to Boss Hu and asked him to take down the painting."

Boss Hu happily checked the check, carefully put it in his wallet, and then turned around to draw.

At this time, another elegant middle-aged man came in at the door and called out to Boss Hu, "Slow down, let me see this painting?"

Tang Wenjun looked back and recognized the person, smiled and said, "It turned out to be Master Cheng Fengxian."

Cheng Fengxian was only looking at the painting before, and then he noticed Tang Wenjun and Dong Yuqing beside him, and smiled and joked: "Oh! It's Mr. Tang and Mr. Dong, Mr. Tang, are you here on Taobao on Antique Street today? Or is the drunkard not drinking?"

"Master Cheng, this kind of joke cannot be made randomly." Tang Wenjun waved his hands repeatedly and then introduced Yan Xiaobao.

Cheng Fengxian's name is also well-known in the antique collection industry in Jiangnan. He has also been on CCTV's treasure appraisal column and is considered an authoritative figure in appraisal of antiques. He especially likes famous calligraphy and paintings.

Yan Xiaobao naturally had no feelings about Cheng Fengxian's "big name". However, when Cheng Fengxian heard that this young man was actually a Feng Shui master who was even ashamed of Taoist Xuanzhen, he immediately looked at Yan Xiaobao with a different look.

"Master Cheng, Master Tang has bought this painting. I only charged him 39,000 yuan. You see, the price is fair."

Boss Hu has been in the antique business for more than ten years, so he naturally knew Cheng Fengxian. When he heard him call this young man who had just been slaughtered by him, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked and asked Cheng Fengxian to say a few good things to him.

The painting of "Fishings Playing in the Bowl" in front of me can be sold for at least several million even if Yun Nantian's early copy works were auctioned!

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