"That's right, the rules of Xiguan Antique City are not like this. This only means that you are not capable of making mistakes. If everyone is like you, wouldn't the rules be messed up?"

"That's right, it's not right, this is not something that other Boss Wang..."

For a time, the owners of other antique shops helped Wang Fatty and accused Zhang Wenguo Ye Aiqin and his friend Lin Wenshan.

"you…"

Zhang Wenguo's old face was flushed and he was excited. These people were so righteous and righteous when selling fake paintings, and Ye Aiqin was so angry that she cursed.

But antique shop owners like Wang Bao don’t care at all, and this kind of thing is not the first time.

There are also rules in the antique industry. I can only blame Zhang Wenguo for not being able to do anything, and he will misunderstand it.

"Dad, mom."

Jiang Hao rode an electric bike over and squeezed into the crowd. Zhang Wenguo Road: "Xiao Jiang, why are you here?"

"Well, Zi Yao called me and asked me to come and persuade you." Jiang Hao looked at Zhang Wenguo and someone who was gentle and elegant around him. He saw that Lin Wenshan was a literary temperament.

"He is my son-in-law Jiang Hao, and he can see that this painting is a imitation." Zhang Wenguo introduced Jiang Hao to Lin Wenshan.

"oh"

Lin Wenshan showed surprise and looked at Jiang Hao a few times, and Jiang Hao nodded slightly to him and said hello.

"What are you trying to persuade? What's the use of being a waste when you come."

Ye Aiqin turned around and cursed Jiang Hao, then pointed at Wang Bao, the boss of Huabao Pavilion, and the others, as if a troll, scolded angrily: "You guys are killed these days, don't think that's all this.

I tell you, I don’t want to get back the money, but you sell fake painters to me. You must give me an explanation, don’t think that my Ye family is easy to bully.”

"Ye Family!"

Fatty Wang and the antique shop owners were slightly surprised when they heard the Ye family.

"Why, are you scared?" Ye Aiqin was proud, glanced at Wang Bao and the others, and sneered proudly.

"Ha ha…"

But the next second, waiting for Ye Aiqin to be proud for two seconds, Wang Fatty's shop owners burst into laughter.

Wang Bao glanced at Ye Aiqin and sneered: "It's not our antique industry, so what if your Ye family is rich and powerful in Yulin City?

I said this painting is real, it is real. Don’t be shameless here. There are rules in the antique city, and you can’t let it go here."

"Yes, everyone's comments, how can you do this? I bought the painting for one night, and now I'm taking it back as fake. So can we say that you deliberately took out a fake painting and deliberately slandered us?"

"That's right, there's no such reason..."

The owners of other shops agreed, and even passers-by and other collectors felt that Zhang Wenguo and others were in the wrong, and the cold people watched.

In particular, Ye Aiqin also took out the Ye family's oppression, which is even more disgusting and ridiculous.

"I don't care, you must explain to me..."

Ye Aiqin looked angry and pointed at Fatty Wang and the others, refusing to make trouble.

Even Jiang Hao, who came over, saw his mother-in-law being so trolly, made Zhang Wenguo and Lin Wenshan point fingers by the onlookers, and his old face couldn't be kept.

Jiang Hao naturally couldn't speak. He wouldn't be foolish about falling and hitting his mother-in-law's muzzle. Then he stared at the door of Huabao Pavilion, with some ancient paintings hanging in it. His eyes flashed, staring at the eight major landscape paintings.

"Typical eight landscape maps."

Lin Wenshan also came over, looked at the painting, shook his head and smiled, "Although there are some years, the brushwork is messy and the layout is lacking. He only copied three-point images, but lost seven-point meaning and is not worth collecting." Qiankun Tingshu.com

"Well, I don't know how to draw." Jiang Hao turned around and smiled at Lin Wenshan.

Lin Wenshan smiled and said, "You can tell at a glance that the painting is a replica, which means that you have good observation skills. Are you interested in learning?"

Jiang Hao reached out to touch the painting, ignored Lin Wenshan, turned his head to Wang Bao, the owner of the Huabao Pavilion, and said, "Boss, how do you sell this painting?"

"You said this painting is a painting from the Republic of China period. Although it is a copy, the price is not cheap, so it costs 10,000 yuan." Wang Bao saw at a glance that Jiang Hao was a novice.

"Ten thousand, a little expensive..."

Jiang Hao frowned slightly, and now he can't even take out a thousand dollars.

I used to pay the rent for thousands of yuan for treatment for Wang Linhu and the others, but now my pockets are empty.

"Jiang Hao, what are you doing? You still want to buy his paintings? Are you trying to get angry to death?" Ye Aiqin pointed at Jiang Hao and cursed in anger.

"This painting is not worth buying." Lin Wenshan next to him also shook his head and said.

"Don't buy Xiaojiang, let's go back."

Zhang Wenguo pulled Jiang Hao and was pointed at by everyone. His old face was no longer stunning.

"In this way, don't make trouble here. It's not good for anyone. I'll give this painting to you. Take it away quickly." Wang Bao put away the painting and stuffed it to Jiang Hao, rushing them to leave.

"Let's go..."

Zhang Wenguo didn't care about anything else and forced Ye Aiqin to ask Lin Wenshan to leave. He knew that he was in the wrong of this matter. If he continued to get entangled, he would only be embarrassed and ridiculed.

"Wait for the boss."

However, Jiang Hao raised the painting in his hand to Wang Bao and said, "I'm sure you give it to us?"

"I'll give it to you after I say it. You young, you are so young. Hurry up and take the painting away." Wang Bao said angrily.

No one knows this good picture better than Wang Bao. He knows it was a painting copied during the Republic of China period and has no collection value, so it is not worth it. Now I give it to Jiang Hao, just to calm down the matter and don’t want to continue making trouble.

"Okay, please give me a table and a bottle of water." Jiang Hao said to Wang Bao with the painting.

"What are you going to do?"

Wang Bao was confused, Lin Wenshan and Zhang Wenguo were also stunned, not knowing what Jiang Hao was going to do.

"Try to see if this painting is worth it!" Jiang Hao raised the painting in his hand and smiled gently.

"Isn't it just a copy of the eight major landscape pictures of the Republic of China? How can I test them?"

"Haha, this young man, wouldn't he want to check if there is any mezzanine in this painting?" An experienced collector couldn't help laughing when he heard Jiang Hao wanted to test the paintings in water.

"Impossible. If there were interlayers in this painting, I would have seen it long ago. Will it be his turn?" The boss Wang Bao, Bai Jianghao, said with a look and insisting.

Lin Wenshan shook his head and smiled. He had seen the painting just now, but he didn't find any mezzanine at all.

"Xiao Jiang, let's go back and check it out again when you go home."

Zhang Wenguo also felt that Jiang Hao was making trouble, so he pulled him back, not wanting to be embarrassed again.

"Dad, please take it, I'll buy a bottle of water."

Jiang Hao gave the painting to Zhang Wenguo, turned around and went to the convenience store next door to buy a bottle of mineral water, ran back immediately, and asked Zhang Wenguo to open the painting horizontally.

Wang Bao and his bosses, passers-by, and Lin Wenshan Ye Aiqin looked at Jiang Hao, and saw him unscrew the mineral water and pour it directly onto the drawing paper.

When encountering the Chinese painting of water, the eight landscape paintings on it instantly began to spread out like ink, which made the onlookers Lin Wenshan and Wang Bao and others look surprised and stare at this painting that is like ink and water splashing color, gradually changing into another painting...
Chapter completed!