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Chapter 12 Borrow a movie to talk

That's it!

After figuring out the whole story, Yang Chen only had one idea now, to get this "fake painting" worth 30 million.

This is a big leak!

"How long will it take to fall?"

"Can I buy it?
  "If I can't afford it, I'll leave."

The painting seller looked impatient. Although he was yelling, his feet were nailed to the spot like nails and he would not move away.

The stall owner called again.

He started scolding him while slapping him, and then he hung up and said loudly: "This is the last chance. Who dares to take a gamble? I will offer 80 yuan, you will give 20 yuan, and we will buy it as a partnership."

"This painting is an authentic work by Wang Meng, a great painter in the late Yuan Dynasty."

"It's not a problem to auction it for 200 million."

"Give it a try and your bicycle will turn into a motorcycle."

"I promise, even if you can't make big money, you can still make some small money. In short, you will never lose money!"

"He was in a hurry to get out."

"If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again!"

"Anyone."

The stall owner roared several times.

There was one person at the scene who was willing, but said he didn't have enough money, only more than 3 yuan.

The stall owner also said that there is strength in numbers, and everyone can chip in some money, up to 20, and then the dividends will be distributed proportionally.

This time no one said anything.

You look at me and I look at you, both waiting to see the excitement.

Seeing that no one took the bait, the stall owner could only give up temporarily.

The man selling the paintings understood and cursed a few times, saying that the people here had no discernment and were all poor people, wasting his time, rolled up the painting, turned around and left.

"and many more!"

At this time, Yang Chen waved and stopped him.

This shout made the stall owner and the person selling the painting suddenly look happy.

Zhang Wenyu, Guo Xueren, Huang Ronglin, and Lin Shugeng were all stunned, not knowing what Yang Chen wanted to do.

"I want this painting."

As soon as these words came out, the stall owner and the person selling the paintings beamed.

Behind him, Mr. Lin and the others were dumbfounded.

They have made it very clear that this painting "Residence in Qingbian" is obviously a fake painting. Such paintings are everywhere. Why did Yang Chen buy it?
  Are you trying to encourage them by seeing how difficult it is for them to cheat?
  "Hey, are you stupid? This is a fake painting. My grandfather has made it clear. Do you insist on being a fool for once?"

"We came here to see you pick up the missing pieces, not to see you act like a fool!"

Lin Ruoxi was really convinced.

Is this guy out of his mind?
  ill!

Yang Chen turned around and looked at her deeply: "Who are you calling a fool?"

"Of course I'm scolding you!"

Yang Chen nodded.

"I think so~"

Lin Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "You, huh, so naive!"

"Brother Xiao Yang, if you like this painting, I can get some for you."

Zhang Wenyu can be regarded as a local snake in the Tianxin Pavilion antique market, and he kindly reminded him at this time.

Of course Yang Chen knew what he meant and smiled: "Boss Zhang, you can't get this kind of painting, haha."

Zhang Wenyu stopped talking.

If you insist on being taken advantage of, I won't stop you.

The two friends Mr. Lin called, Guo Xueren and Huang Ronglin, looked at each other and shook their heads in disappointment, meaning, at this level, how could they miss something?
  If you pick up three leaks in one day, it’s all fucking luck, right?
  Only Mr. Lin seemed to have seen some clues and neither stopped him nor exposed the tricks of the scammers.

"You want this painting, right?"

"Row!"

"100 million!"

The person selling the painting is a middle-aged uncle who looks very decadent. His hair is messy and his beard is unkempt. He looks down and out, which is consistent with the image of someone who is selling off his family property.

"One million is too expensive, less."

Yang Chen took out a cigarette and handed it over.

There he took the cigarette and shook his head like a rattle.

"Indispensable."

"If it was possible, I would have sold it long ago, and I wouldn't have waited until now." He looked like he would never give in.

The stall owner who was watching took the opportunity to interject: "Brother, as little as possible, we sincerely want it."

"A lot!"

In any case, the middle-aged uncle who sells paintings just doesn't have enough money to make money.

Yang Chen just wanted to laugh when he saw it.

Keep playing and let's see how long you last.
  After thinking about it, Yang Chen was about to pull him aside to take a step to speak - after all, they couldn't stand down if they revealed this matter in front of so many people.

If you can't stand down, you may get angry and stop selling.

"Brother, borrow one"

Before Yang Chen finished speaking, a man in a shirt with a briefcase under his arm and shiny hair combed his way in and said loudly:

"I want this painting for 100 million!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd onlookers burst into noise.

This is the painting rush.

However, the middle-aged man who sells paintings is very strict: "Sorry, first come, first served. He said he wanted to buy it first. If he doesn't want it, it will be your turn."

The man in the shirt was unhappy.

"Where do all these rules come from?"

"110 million!"

"If that's okay, I'll transfer it to you right away!"

Money can make the world go round.

Rich is uncle!

The oily-haired and pink-faced man in the shirt directly raised the price to 110 million. It was all about money, and he was throwing money at it.

The middle-aged man selling paintings hesitated.

Then insist on following the rules.

"He gives 110 million. If you also give 110 million, I will give you priority in selling to you."

Yang Chen smacked his lips.

His face was expressionless, but he was slandering in his heart: "Do you really think that I am a fool? The man in the shirt is too damn obvious."

Without any nonsense, he just waved his hand and said no more.

Ok?
  Perhaps the change was too fast, and the stall owner, the painting seller, and the shirt man were all caught off guard.

They looked at each other.

It feels like the performance was screwed up.

But at this point, we can only bite the bullet and carry on.

The man in the shirt turned on his mobile phone and asked the painting seller to send him his bank account number. He would transfer the money now.

Then he went around and around, saying that the bank had limited the limit, and asked the painting seller to wait a moment. He went aside to call the bank customer service and asked them to lift the limit.

Then as he continued to fight, the person disappeared.

The painting seller seemed to have come to his senses and cursed the man in the shirt, saying that he was just here to cause trouble.

Ask Yang Chen if he still wants it?
  To apologize, I can sell him less this time.

Yang Chen patted his shoulder: "Brother, please take a step to speak."

The painting seller glanced at the stall owner, and after receiving the signal, he followed Yang Chen to a quiet corner.

"Brother, do you know the name of this painting?"

The painting seller grinned: "Anyway, it's an authentic work by Wang Meng, a great painter in the late Yuan Dynasty. I didn't check the exact name. If you want to buy it, you must know it!"

Yang Chen nodded: "Of course I know!"

"This painting is called "Residence in Qingbian". The original painting is well collected in the Shanghai Museum."

"There was also a high imitation that was also bought at the auction."

"I won't say anything else, you know."

Upon hearing this, the painting seller was unhappy: "What do you mean? You said I lied to people and sold fake paintings?"

Yang Chen smiled.

“There are many things that you see through but don’t tell!”

"I won't argue with you either."

"Ten thousand dollars!"

"If it's for sale, I'll take it now."

"It doesn't matter if you can't sell it. If you continue to act, maybe some fools will be fooled."

(End of this chapter)