When they walked into the traditional folding door of Zhongguan, a woman wearing a red cheongsam greeted them, "Hello, please take your time and look. If you need any service, just call me."

Ye Nianmo nodded to her, not looking at the dazzling array of things on the shelves. His eyes directly focused on three inconspicuous items covered in glass cabinets.

These three pieces look a bit like dried cow dung, but the texture looks like stone, and there are no markings next to them.

An old man sitting next to him was drinking tea from a purple clay pot. His eyes rolled around, and then he looked at the two people in front of him with interest, a man and a woman.

Ding Yiyi saw that Ye Nianmo was looking at the three inconspicuous stones seriously, so she simply wandered around the store. After a while, she was attracted by the ancient paintings and ancient swords that looked very old, and praised: "Okay.

So beautiful."

Then, she turned her attention to the words hanging in the lobby and stared at the painting, "I don't feel good about this one."

She originally just murmured in a low voice, but she didn't expect that after she finished speaking, a strong and powerful voice came from behind her, "Why do you think this painting is not good, Miss?"

The old man who had been sitting on the Grand Master's chair sipping tea stood up, stroked the wrinkles on his blue Tang suit, and walked to her side, "Why does Miss think this painting is not good? You must know that this is Wang Xizhi's own handiwork, you

You can tell that it is definitely authentic when I hang it in the most conspicuous place in the lobby.”

Although the old man was talking to Ding Yiyi, he kept looking at the man not far away. Seeing that he kept looking at the thing on the left, there was a trace of appreciation in his weather-beaten eyes.

Ding Yiyi said apologetically, feeling that the other party was pretending to understand that she didn't understand, so she said: "It's my fault that I spoke too quickly. If I offended the old man, then I really should apologize."

"Isn't this painting really good?" A neutral voice came from beside the two of them. Ye Nianmo walked to stand next to Ding Yiyi.

The old man smiled angrily, "You are the first person in my shop to say that this painting is not very good. I dare to hang it here as a facade, which proves that it is the most important thing to me. Many experts come here and are amazed.

, why does it sound bad when it comes to your mouth? Little girl, tell me first, tell me why you feel bad."

Ding Yiyi felt that it was really bad for her to make such nonsense in other people's stores, so she just wanted to apologize. A force pressed on her shoulder, and Ye Nianmo encouraged her: "Say it."

"Tell me about it!" The old man blew his beard and stared, as if he was not playing with her if she didn't tell her.

Ding Yiyi had no choice but to take another look at the painting, "I usually draw, but every time I don't draw carefully, I can feel it, as if there is no soul in the painting."

The old man did not speak immediately, but pondered for a while, "This painting is valued at 1.37 million. If I am willing to sell it to you for 800,000, and you have the money, will you buy it?"

After he finished speaking, he added, "If you think about it carefully, this price difference will be enough for you to make a small profit."

Ding Yiyi looked at the old man in front of him who looked tense and seemed unhappy. After hesitating for a while, he still shook his head decisively, "No."

The old man's face turned cold and he said, "Tell me the reason."

"There is no reason." Ding Yiyi didn't know what to say, so she had to express her opinion as much as possible, "I can't tell the truth from the false, but I think this painting doesn't impress me, so I won't buy it."
Chapter completed!