The antique owner laughed, "I think you're cheated."

The little farmer's eyes became dim. He originally thought he could sell it at a good price, but he was completely out of his mind after the antique boss said this.

"Are you serious?"

The antique shop owner looked disdainful, "What are you lying to?

I'll tell you the truth. I've read countless paintings. Although Qi Baishi's paintings are famous, most of them are fakes. One of your paintings was copied by later generations. Look at the texture and then look at the things on this painting."

Zhang Bufan stood beside him and watched the two of them continue to discuss, feeling that there was still some meaning.

When the little farmer heard this, he quickly put away the painting, "Since that's the case, I won't sell it."

What the small farmer wants is to go and see someone else first, because what the owner of this shop cannot tell whether it is true or not.

The antique owner did not stop him, "You go, I saw you come here all the way and you can pay you an errand fee. If you go to another store, you will be as expensive as I do."

The little farmer was half-believing, "What you said is true or false, how much does it cost?"

"Two hundred yuan."

The antique boss is priced at a price. What the boss said is right. Most of the paintings of celebrities are fakes, but even if they are fakes, this painting is the best among the fakes. The painters in it look very deep, not to mention that they have some collection value, but the antiques are deep and there is an inexperienced farmer in front of you. The antique boss naturally wants to accept the painting at the least cost.

"I won't sell such a small amount of money."

The little farmer was still stubborn and held the painting like a treasure.

"Little brother, I'll pay 500 yuan, you can sell it to me."

Zhang Bufan spoke at this time.

He didn't just say this, but the conclusion he came to after observing it for a long time.

The little farmer looked at the antique owner and looked at Zhang Bufan. He also had his own idea, "Since both of them want my paintings, my paintings must be very valuable."

"I won't sell any of you guys."

The small farmer said firmly.

Zhang Bufan smiled and learned from the owner of the antique shop and said, "I thought we were destined to be, but now it seems that I have read it wrong. Then you go, but don't regret it then."

The antique shop owner glanced at Zhang Bufan, "Genggugugugugugu, where did you come from to compete for business with me? This painting is worth 500 yuan?

You brag about you."

The little farmer listened to the words of the two people and realized that his paintings were so worthless, but in comparison, Zhang Bufan still had a high price, "Okay, okay, this painting is sold to you."

Zhang Bufan took out five hundred yuan very readily, and the small farmer gave the painting to Zhang Bufan, and Zhang Bufan spread the painting out.

At this time, someone behind him exclaimed, "Oh my God, is this Qi Baishi's painting?"

When Zhang Bufan heard this voice, he turned his body and saw only a middle-aged man praise the painting he bought.

"Little brother, can you let me see this painting?"

The middle-aged man said politely.

Zhang Bufan was also generous and handed over the painting, "This painting is a fake, worthless."

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, "The little brother said it well, this painting is indeed a fake."

The antique boss was happy after hearing this, "I just said it was a fake. Five hundred yuan must be a loss. Boy, you should be more tender in this business."

The middle-aged man returned the painting to Zhang Bufan, "Little brother, although this painting is copied, its skills are also very good. Although it is not as valuable as the real painting, it has a high collection value. I wonder if the little brother will intentionally transfer this painting to me?"

Zhang Bufan didn't ask about the price, but shook his head, "I just want to collect it, and I don't want to sell it at a high price."

The antique shop owner was curious and asked, "How much can you pay?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the antique shop owner and said, "What do you think if I pay 20,000 yuan?"

The antique shop owner looked surprised and almost stood firm, "Twenty thousand?

Oh my God.”

This number is hard to imagine for the antique shop owner. He is lucky to sell the calligraphy and paintings for 2,000 yuan. He can actually pay 20,000 yuan. Although the antique shop he opened is not small, the cost is also extremely high. The 20,000 yuan is enough to match his two months' income. He regretted it. He should have bought this painting at a high price just now.

Zhang Bufan was not moved because of the 20,000 yuan, but shook his head, "I think it's better to forget it. I still don't want to sell this painting."

The antique shop owner looked at Zhang Bufan with a surprised look, "Isn't this kid stupid? He doesn't even sell it for such a high price."

I have to talk about this price. The owner of the antique shop was very moved when he heard it. It seemed that people who had such a high price were not ordinary people.

The middle-aged man didn't expect Zhang Bufan to refuse. He frowned slightly. This is how people are. The more they can't get, the more they want it. "Little brother, I'm sincere. If you think you have little money, I'll add 20,000 to you. You must give me the things!"

The antique shop owner buzzed his head, and he almost slapped his big mouth. The middle-aged man in front of him seemed to be completely short of money. He had to sigh that Zhang Bufan's luck was so good.

"This..." Zhang Bufan hesitated a little. It was not because of the money, but because of the person in front of him was very sincere. He didn't think so much about it when he bought it. He just thought the painting was beautiful and wanted to buy it back for Yaoyao to show it to her to please her.

The owner of the antique shop was originally intended to make money. When he heard the price, he was very uneasy and hurried forward enthusiastically, "I said, "Brother, you are too proud of this painting. It's just a few hundred yuan and is not worth that much. If you want to say, there are still many fakes from Qi Baishi in our store. If you don't look at it, it's guaranteed to be much better than this painting."

Zhang Bufan felt very upset when he heard the words of the antique shop owner. It was obvious that he could not eat grapes and said that the grapes were sour. Zhang Bufan smiled, "Boss, you must have not opened a store here for a long time, right?"

"How do you say this?"

"You can't even see the other world of my painting. Are you embarrassed to sell calligraphy and paintings here?"

The middle-aged man didn't see anything else in this painting, so he immediately felt very curious about it, "What did you say with your little brother?

Can we verify that we all have a look?”

Those who visited antique shops were all very curious. Everyone thought there was a good show to watch, so they watched it.
Chapter completed!