Wang Zan's words seemed to have a wave set off on the second floor of Baoshunzhai.

He had no reaction, but Xiang Hua must have been stunned subconsciously. The young master Lin frowned and turned his head to look at Yan Laichun’s return picture on the wall again. As for Baoshunzhai’s boss, he had no reaction with his hands behind his back, but he looked at Xiang Que unexpectedly.

After Xiang Hua came to his senses, he said contemptuously: "I can't afford it, but you don't use such a bad excuse to find freedom in me. Although I am not a famous artist who appreciates it, at least I still have some experience and skills. I also..."

Wang Zan interrupted him directly. He was too lazy to listen to the other party’s argument here, and said confidently: “Don’t talk about any details and experiences with me. I don’t have time to listen to you say these things. I said it’s fake and it’s fake.”

The boss of Baoshunzhai narrowed his eyes and said, "Sir, it's no point to say it. You do this a little bit hard to make Baoshunzhai. Although fakes and eye-catching things are common in the antique shop, Baoshunzhai's reputation has always been good."

Wang Zan took out his cell phone, found the message Lin Wenqi sent him, and then opened it and said to them: "I also have a picture of Li Daoqiu's Yan Laichun Returning. What do you say? Come on, please help me see if this is true or false. I don't know the paintings my uncle personally brought out from the tomb?"

Why did Wang Zan see at a glance that there was something wrong with this painting?

This is a bit coincidental. Wang Zan has seen this picture of Yan Lai Chun Returning in Lin Wenqi's shop, and what is quite interesting is that this picture was stolen from an ancient tomb by Lin Wenqi himself.

Now the question is, the authenticity of this painting must be self-evident. The one hanging in Baoshunzhai is definitely fake. He just called Lin Wenqi to ask. He thought it was leaked from the capital, but he didn't expect Lin Wenqi to tell him directly that he didn't want to sell the painting at all and planned to keep it for collection.

Boss Baoshunzhai, Lin Zhengyu and Xiang Hua's eyes were all blinking, and Wang Zan said lightly: "There are often things that can be seen. It has nothing to do with you, boss. There are rules for buying antiques. If you buy fakes, you don't have the ability to sell fakes. It means that you are doing a good business, and you don't have to worry about what I want. After all, I'm not illegal, right?"

The boss of Baoshunzhai pondered for a moment, then asked, "Where did your painting come from?"

"I'm from my uncle's house. I guess you've heard of this person, and he's called Lin Wenqi..."

Although Lin Wenqi has long since withdrawn from the tomb robbery world, there is a saying that others are no longer in the world, but his legend has always been there. Lin Wenqi's reputation on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and the three regions was extremely famous back then. There were even many goods sold on Hong Kong Island in the middle of the year. Baoshunzhai has been open for so many years, so the old gang has certainly heard of Lin Wenqi.

Boss Baoshunzhai sighed, glanced at Xiang Hua's body, and said to Lin Zhengyu: "Sorry, I offended Mr. Lin."

Lin Zhengyu shook his head and said, "You don't have to be polite to me. This gentleman is right. It depends on your ability to trade. It is your problem if you hit the nail on the head!"

Xiang Hua was a little confused, he was not stupid either. The conversation between several people was clearly revealed in his ears, that is, this statement was indeed a fake.

Xiang Hua swallowed his saliva and his breathing became a little rapid. To be honest, he would definitely be able to take 20 million, but the premise is that the painting he bought is real. After all, it has collection value and may appreciate in the future. But the problem is that if you want to buy a fake, it is obvious that the 25 million yuan has been wasted.

There is indeed this rule in the transaction of antiques. After buying fakes, you cannot tell the store that I want to return the goods, because they will not guarantee you at all. This is true, even if it is a large auction house, it is the same. At most, experts will come out to talk to you about some details and tell you that it may be true, but if it is a fake, people will not care about it at all.

Xiang Hua must have been anxious when he was like this. He shook his head with an ugly expression and said, "No, this is impossible, it is possible that it is fake? I have never heard of fake things from Baoshunzhai. Boss Zhao, don't you?"

The boss of Baoshunzhai frowned and said, "I have never said that this is true, and... I received only 16 million. Maybe I was cheated of it too?"

The boss was obviously making excuses. Anyway, no one proved how he accepted it. Anyway, it was all their reasons. What if I don’t admit it?

Wang Zan laughed coldly, then said to Gao Linxiang, "Let's go." The two walked towards the stairs. Xiang Que suddenly jumped from behind, pressed his shoulder, and said, "Wang Zan, you dare to cheat me?"

Wang Zan said, "If you don't think about cheating me first, how could I have the chance to cheat you? With your IQ, you still want to argue with me? I think you should really treat your head injury."

Wang Zan pushed his arm away, Xiang Hua said angrily: "Would I go?"

Wang Zan directly grabbed the other party's wrist and then raised his legs downward and knocked on Xianghua's lower abdomen with a "bang", and said, "Agree, spend 20 million to find a lesson for yourself. In the future, your eyes are brighter. Don't think that the world is big and you are the biggest. To be honest, I don't even have the intention to be an opponent. You have to think you are okay. Go back and go to Chongming to find me, you know where I am."

Xianghua squatted on the ground with his stomach covering his stomach, and his forehead was sweating so much that he gritted his teeth and said, "This is not over, Wang Zan, let's wait and see."

"Haha, okay, then I'll let you know what it means to play with you a thousand times without getting tired of it." Wang Zan nodded, then turned around and walked downstairs.

Wang Zan left, Xiang Hua covered his stomach and was still a little confused and didn't come back to his senses.

The 25 million voice was buzzing in his ears. This money was enough for ordinary people to live carefree for a lifetime, and for him it was equivalent to several years of hard-earned money. After all, Xiang Hua was not a top rich man or a young man, and the money he earned was hard-earned.

But is there any place to reason with this matter?
Chapter completed!