When Lin Yuchen heard this, he frowned and asked, "Boss, what do you mean?"

The boss smiled awkwardly and looked around.

"Actually, if you want to give a gift, this painting is not the best choice."

"By the way, I remembered that I also have a set of armor used by the Queen Mother of the Qing Dynasty in my store, so I will show it to you two."

After saying that, he seemed to be running away. Without waiting for Lin Yuchen to say anything, he stumbled into the inner room.

Lin Yuchen frowned, and Liu Renyu explained to the two of them with a smile.

"Sorry, Miss Yuchen, Mr. Qin, this boss has a bad habit."

"He likes to fool those outsiders who don't understand antiques. Every time he meets a new customer, he will bring out fake things to fool them."

"I also met him by chance, but now that he knows that these two are my friends, the antiques he brought out must be genuine."

He explained with a smile, but Qin Fei snorted coldly.

"Why are you following us? It's up to you to take care of what we want to buy."

This brat has 100% bad intentions, and Qin Fei doesn't want to give him any good looks.

But after all, he was a partner, so it was a bit embarrassing to be so disrespectful. Lin Yuchen gently pulled Qin Fei, and Qin Fei restrained himself a little.

Liu Renyu also looked ugly.

"Mr. Qin, what do you mean? I reminded you kindly, but you retorted."

Qin Fei sneered.

"I said you were ignorant and mistook pearls for fish eyes."

"you!"

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense again. When the shop owner came out holding a square box, he saw this scene.

"Mr. Qin said that there is no evidence that this painting is authentic. Do you, a layman, know better than the antique shop owner, an expert?"

Liu Renyu asked unceremoniously, and Qin Fei asked: "How do you know this painting is a fake?"

The boss was confused, hey, why are you debating whether this painting is true or not? Are you not saying they are friends?

"I won't argue with you. Boss, tell him whether this painting is genuine or a fake."

Liu Renyu snorted, and the implicated boss smiled awkwardly.

This is a painting from his shop, what do you want him to say?

However, he still coughed, straightened his expression and said, "Well, I'm sorry, you two, this painting is indeed a fake."

He didn't blush or breathed after saying this, as if he had just deceived Qin Fei and Lin Yuchen into saying this was a genuine product, and he was not the one who persuaded them to buy it.

That's the way he is. When he meets wealthy locals who don't know what they're doing, he just wants to fool them.

But when he meets someone who agrees with him, he can overturn what he said before without hesitation.

Now that Lin Yuchen heard the boss admit it himself, his beautiful eyes widened for a moment and he couldn't help but say.

"Boss, how could you do this?"

The boss smiled awkwardly, touched his nose and said nothing.

But Qin Fei still insisted: "Nonsense, this is obviously genuine." Seeing that he still insisted, Lin Yuchen looked at him doubtfully. In fact, she already believed eight percent of what the boss and Liu Renyu said.

But why was Qin Fei so insistent? Lin Yuchen said nothing.

But Liu Renyu said with an ugly face: "Mr. Qin, please don't hold on for the sake of face. The boss even said this is a fake."

The boss also saw some clues at this time. He really liked watching this kind of drama where two men compete for a woman.

But he didn't like Qin Fei's style of doing things, which was to save face and forcefully describe black things as white.

So he followed suit and said, "Sir, please stop insisting."

"Look at this painting. There is nothing wrong with the painting style, the paper used, or the year of the paper."

"But with this nondescript poem in the upper left corner and these seals, how could this possibly be a painting by Wu Daozi?"

Indeed, this is the biggest flaw of this painting. No matter how realistic and delicate the painting style is, the paper with a sense of age is made nondescript by these seals.

The boss explained carefully, but Qin Fei still persisted and glanced at Liu Renyu with disdain.

Then he said: "Ignorance, have you ever heard of an emperor in history who liked to stamp other people's works?"

Liu Renyu gritted his teeth, but the boss reacted immediately when he heard this.

"You mean Lord Qianlong?"

"good."

Qin Fei nodded.

"This man likes to collect works by famous artists throughout his life, and he also likes to stamp them. When he is happy, he stamps them with stamps, and when he is unhappy, he stamps them with stamps as well."

"And this painting is in Emperor Qianlong's collection."

The boss fell into deep thought when he heard Qin Fei's words. Yes, Qin Fei's words made some sense.

He had also heard of Emperor Qianlong's hobby, and how many good paintings were ruined in his hands.

but……

"Having said that, the seal above does not have the private seal of Emperor Qianlong. There is no evidence to prove whether what you said is true or false."

The boss is still strict. If this chapter was Emperor Qianlong's private seal, he would have recognized it long ago.

This was a loophole. The boss stared at Qin Fei with sharp eyes, but Qin Fei still looked like he was strategizing.

"Everyone in the world knows that this man likes to write poems and wrote more than 40,000 poems in his life. However, only a few of them are known to people."

"Look at the two nondescript poems at the top, which are exactly the handwriting of Emperor Qianlong."

"If you don't believe it, find an expert who specializes in this guy and ask him."

After he finished speaking, Liu Renyu said in disbelief.

"This is impossible."

He has been collecting antiques for so many years, and although he has little experience in ancient paintings, he has never heard of such a bizarre thing.

The boss is a man of action. After hearing what Qin Fei said, he immediately expressed his opinion.

"I happen to have a friend who knows a lot about this area, so I will take this painting to show him."

When he first received the painting, he realized that it was a fake, so he didn't dare to take it out to make people look embarrassed.

Now that he hears someone say this, of course he has to ask his friends to see if it is true or not.

So, under the leadership of the boss, the group of people held the box and entered the innermost store further down the antique street.

This store is very sloppy, with spider webs hanging on the eaves.

There is an old, squeaky reclining chair, an oily black reflective wooden square table and a few benches in the store.

An old man with messy hair, swinging a big cattail leaf fan in autumn, was sitting on a recliner with his eyes closed and meditating.

If it weren't for the many quaint items on the shelves behind the counter, you wouldn't have thought it was an antique store.

When we arrived at the store, the boss knocked on the door gently and then said respectfully.

"Mr. Gu, please take a look and see if this thing is real or fake."

Obviously, the boss has great respect for the owner of this store.

The bad old man surnamed Gu heard the sound, opened his cloudy eyes, and then yawned.

"Hand it over and let me take a look."

"Okay, thank you very much, Mr. Gu."
Chapter completed!