"hello."

An old man wearing a pair of glasses and was kind and friendly, then Zhang Wenguo's painting asked: "Are you acquainting paintings or a text?"

"It's a Chinese painting, Liu Zhibai's." Zhang Wenguo said excitedly.

"Liu Zhibai's paintings are rare."

Old Wu was stunned and stood up to spread the painting open. Yang Shoucheng and Liu Bo and others next to him came over and looked at the painting. Zhang Wenguo looked at them with anticipation and said, "Old Wu, see if this painting is authentic?"

"Um."

Mr. Wu nodded, raised his glasses, and even took a magnifying glass to study the painting carefully.

Yang Shoucheng and others didn't say anything, but he carried Zhang Wenguo with one hand on his back and patted Mr. Wu slightly, as if he was hinting at something.

"What do you call me?" Mr. Wu immediately asked Zhang Wenguo.

"My surname is Zhang."

Zhang Wenguo responded and asked expectantly: "Mr. Wu, how is my painting?"

However, Old Wu frowned, which made Zhang Wenguo feel tight. He looked at the painting on the table and then looked up at Zhang Wenguo for a long time and asked, "Where did your painting come from?"

"This painting was transferred from where my friend did it, and it cost five million." Zhang Wenguo said truthfully.

"Five million."

When Wu Lao Yang Shoucheng and others heard this, they pretended to be surprised.

Even the onlookers below exclaimed in surprise. It seemed that this painting was of great value.

Because almost all the treasure appraisers used on site were small things and their value was not that high. Unexpectedly, Zhang Wenguo's painting cost five million.

"well."

Mr. Wu sighed and looked up at Zhang Wenguodao: "If it is an authentic work, you will make money by five million."

"Um!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wenguo was stunned and his heart suddenly jumped. Then Mr. Wu said, "This painting is fake, a copy of the ages, and looks old. Therefore, if you have not studied ancient paintings, you will not be able to see the authenticity of this painting."

"What, copying, fake..." Zhang Wenguo's expression was frozen, and his scalp exploded, and it was hard to believe it.

"Well, but the author who copied this painting is still very good. The style of painting is as grand as Liu Zhibai, but it lacks painting style and has no value for collection. It's not bad to take it back as decoration." Mr. Wu said.

He had already put away the painting and returned it to Zhang Wenguo, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't be discouraged. Antiques are already very deep, just take it as a lesson..."

Zhang Wenguo took the painting and didn't know how he got there. Wang Hongfu took the opportunity to sarcastically and said, "Old Zhang, I'll just say that this painting is wrong. Fortunately, I remind you to come and give the expert an appraisal, otherwise you will still be in the dark."

"This, how could this be fake? Could it be that Xiao Jiang was also misleading?"

Facing Jiang Hao and treasure appraisal experts, Zhang Wenguo naturally believed in the latter, after all, his son-in-law was not a professional treasure appraisal.

"Bastard, it's fake."

Now Zhang Wenguo was angry and took out his cell phone and called. As a result, he sold it to the person he drew, and the number was empty. In an instant, Zhang Wenguo felt that he had been cheated, which made him very angry. If Wang Hongfu hadn't stopped him, he would have almost tore the painting on the spot.

"Friend, you're a great loss." At this time, a middle-aged man came over and pointed at the words in Zhang Wenguo's hand and smiled.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Wenguo looked at the middle-aged man, and now he was full of anger and wanted to tear the painting.

"Haha, I'm just an antique dealer who collects paintings. Seeing that your painting is fake, I want to exchange for some loss for you." The middle-aged man smiled.

"You want to buy this painting of me?" Zhang Wenguo raised his eyebrows, the middle-aged man nodded, and said, "Give it 100,000 yuan."

"One hundred thousand, a fake painting is worth ten thousand." Wang Hongfu looked at the middle-aged man as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Although this painting is a copy, it is still good." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "How about it, will it be sold?"

"If I don't sell it, I don't need this one hundred thousand, I tore it..."

Zhang Wenguo was angry and wanted to tear the painting with him. Wang Hongfu immediately snatched him away and said, "Oh, why should I tear it? One hundred thousand is also money. Selling it to him can exchange for some loss. I'll give it to you." 77 E-book

As he said that, Wang Hongfu threw the painting to the middle-aged man, and he took out 100,000 yuan of cash from his assistant to Zhang Wenguo, and left with a smile.

"Don't quench the fire, Lao Zhang, just think that spending 5 million to buy a lesson... No, it's 4.9 million, take this 100,000 yuan and go back and explain to his brother and sister." Wang Hongfu stuffed 100,000 yuan into Zhang Wenguo's arms, pushed him back.

Of course, when Ye Aiqin got home, she naturally couldn't help but scold him when she found out about this.

Zhang Wenguo could only sigh helplessly, and felt very angry.

In the evening, Jiang Hao rode an electric bike, and then Ye Ziyao returned home. He suddenly felt something was wrong. Jiang Hao asked, "Dad, what happened?"

"Oh..." Zhang Wenguo sat in the tea pavilion, sighing, and had no shame to say this.

"Mom, you and dad are quarreling again." Ye Ziyao pulled her mother and asked.

"What a fight? Ask your dad, spend 5 million to buy a fake painting. It's 5 million. I'm angry when I say it..." Ye Aiqin got angry again and scratched Zhang Wenguo when she went up.

The father-in-law didn't dare to fight back, after all, he felt very guilty.

"What, what's going on when buying fake paintings for five million?" Ye Ziyao and Jiang Hao were confused, not knowing what was going on.

"It's that Liu Zhibai's painting. Today I used it to appraise the treasure appraisal expert and said it was fake." Zhang Wenguo was messy. Five million was not a small amount of money for him.

In particular, he was very angry and uncomfortable in front of Wang Hongfu.

"But I see it, it should be the original one." Jiang Hao was surprised. He had seen the painting and thought it was the original one.

"Xiao Jiang, I guess you've misunderstood this time. Mr. Wu and the others are professional treasure appraisers." Zhang Wenguo said helplessly.

This made Jiang Hao raise his eyebrows. Although he was not a professional, he undoubtedly believed that the painting was authentic, so how could it be fake?

"And the painting you bought last month, hurry up and take it for identification." Ye Aiqin pointed at Zhang Wenguo and cursed.

"That painting is Master Guan, it is definitely not fake." Zhang Wenguo shouted.

"It's absolutely true, you're still talking about this picture, but it's not fake." Ye Aiqin patted the back of his head and cursed in anger.

"Okay, I'll take it to take a look after dinner later."

Zhang Wenguo was also worried. Last month, he bought a painting by Master Guan, so he also planned to use it for identification.

"Dad, I'll go with you later." Jiang Hao also planned to go and take a look.

Zhang Wenguo nodded and continued to drink tea.

Jiang Hao went to make dinner and finished it at 8 o'clock. Ye Ziyao was also curious and planned to go and have a look.

Jiang Hao also took a look first. The painting of Master Guan that Zhang Wenguo bought last month was also considered to be the original, so the three of them drove directly to Xiguan Antiques City.

Treasure hunts continue, more than the daytime people.

Six experts on the stage took a break in the afternoon and are now on the stage with full firepower to give you free treasure appraisal.

“So many people.”

Ye Ziyao was wearing a casual light blue dress and following Jiang Hao. Seeing many people at the scene, it was very lively.

"You guys wait here, I'll get the number." Zhang Wenguo gave the painting to Jiang Hao, so he first went to register for the number.

"Little brother, have you identified this painting?"

However, in the afternoon, the middle-aged man who bought Zhangwen's Chinese paintings came over with his assistant, which caused Jiang Hao and Ye Ziyao to look at them and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm just asking you, is it confirmed if the drawings are in hand?"

The middle-aged man named Wang Quan pointed to the painting in Jiang Hao's hand and smiled and said, "If your painting is fake, I can collect it and make you lose less."

These words made Jiang Hao and Ye Ziyao look at each other and look at the middle-aged man.

At this time, Zhang Wenguo came over, and Wang Quan smiled and said, "So it's you."

Zhang Wenguo naturally recognized him and said, "I haven't identified this painting yet."
Chapter completed!