Tang Yifan originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought that he might as well ask the driver to take him. He nodded with a smile and said, "OK, you can take me to the place where I sell antiques."

"All right, sit down." I'm a little surprised. I don't know why this little farmer wants to go to the antique market.

Bored on the road, the driver said earnestly: "everyone wants to find good antiques and make a lot of money, but most of the antiques are fake now, and they really don't have to be met, so I advise you not to worry about it. It's better to make money." He worried that the young man in front of him was too young and had opportunistic ideas.

"Thank you, brother. I remember." Tang Yifan is very grateful. They have nothing to do with each other, but the other side kindly dissuades them, which warms his heart.

The driver didn't speak any more. He said all that should be said. If he didn't listen, he couldn't control it.

When he got to a street, Tang Yifan paid for it and walked in. All the way, there were all kinds of antique stalls.

After walking for a while, Tang Yifan found that there are all kinds of antiques sold here. Few of them collect antiques, but he is here to buy antiques.

"Please buy it. My family is waiting for money. Please, it's better to be cheaper." A woman in her thirties begged with a painting.

"Get out of here, we're a shop, not a charity." A man like a store manager pushed the woman out.

The woman fell to the ground, tightly protecting the calligraphy and painting in her hand.

"Don't buy, don't buy. How can you push people?" Tang Yifan came forward and helped the man up.

"That's right, the owner of this shop is too ungrateful." Passers-by see also have condemned.

"Mind your own business. You can afford to buy this painting." Men are not ashamed of their actions at all.

The women looked at the people, and they all bowed their heads. They came to Taobao, not to do charity.

There was a trace of despair in the women's eyes.

"Well, it sounds good one by one. I'll buy it." The shopkeeper is more proud.

"I'll take it as much as it costs." Tang Yifan asked in a voice.

"Ha ha, you buy it? Just like you, you'd better take care of yourself first. " The shop owner took a look at Tang Yifan and said contemptuously.

Tang Yifan ignored the sarcasm of the shop owner, looked at the woman and asked, "sister-in-law, how much is your painting?"

"Big brother, thank you for your kindness. It's not easy for you either. My sister-in-law will look again to see if there is anyone who knows the goods. My father-in-law says that this painting is handed down from the ancestors and is very valuable. Otherwise, we won't sell it if the baby is sick." Women knew that Tang Yifan was not easy either, and they did not expect him to buy the paintings.

"Hum, a modern imitation is also said to be a heirloom. Your father-in-law is deceiving you." The shopkeeper sneered.

"It's not." The woman glared at the shop owner and said firmly.

"Well, I'll see which fool will accept your painting."

"Sister in law, the child's health is very important. You can tell me how much it costs. I can afford it." Tang Yifan said seriously.

Seeing Tang Yifan's insistence, the woman whispered, "my child's operation cost is 80000 yuan. If you have it, you can give it 50000 yuan. I'll try to make it up again."

"Eighty thousand, what kind of calligraphy and painting needs eighty thousand?"

"Yes, it's just an imitation. It's ridiculous to ask for 80000."

"I guess there's nothing wrong with the woman at home. It must be a lie to win sympathy."

When the onlookers heard that it would cost 80000 yuan, they began to talk about it one after another.

"It's important to treat children. Take the 80000." Tang Yifan didn't seem to hear the voices around him. He took out eight whole bundles of RMB from the black bag and put them into the women's hands. He took it with him when he came to the city just in case.

"Ah?" The woman looked at the thick pile of RMB in her hand, and the whole person was stagnant there, as if in a dream.

"Oh, there are fools in the world."

"Before I went to see the sketch, I said: there are too many fools in the world, and there are not enough swindlers. I think it's too exaggerated. Now I don't think it's exaggerated at all."

The onlookers saw that Tang Yifan really came out with 80000 yuan. They were all stunned. After reaction, they began to talk about it one after another.

"Take it." Tang Yifan always has his own judgment. The sadness and despair shown by the women in front of him are never pretended. He will not take the rumors of the people around him seriously.

Then he turned and left.

"Wait a minute, big brother. You gave the money. This painting is yours. Can you tell me where you live? I'll go to your house when the child is ready. Thank you The woman quickly grabbed Tang Yifan, the whole person knelt on the ground, moved out of tears.

"No, no, sister-in-law, get up quickly." Tang Yifan quickly pulled the woman up and said with a smile, "my family is in Qingtai City, so I don't need to thank you. You'd better take the money to see a doctor for your child."

"A good man is safe all his life." Women's culture is shallow, so they can only send their well-known blessing words to Tang Yifan.

Boom

Hearing women say this, the crowd around you can't help laughing. These days, if you want to say "a good man is safe all his life," he thinks you are calling him a fool.

The woman didn't know what other people were laughing at. She put the painting in Tang Yifan's arms and rushed to the hospital.

Tang Yifan looked at the painting and calligraphy in his hand, but he didn't think much about it. He went to the armpit and was ready to leave.

"Don't worry, young man. Can you show me your paintings and calligraphy?" At this time, an old man with white hair and Tang costume cried out.

"Good old Yang."

"Mr. Yang is out for a walk."

Onlookers noticed the old people in the corner and said hello one after another.

Mr. Yang is very famous in the antique street. He often helps antique lovers for free and is deeply loved by them.

Hearing so many people saying hello to the old man, he must be a respected old man. Tang Yifan handed him his painting.

Mr. Yang opened the scroll. The vertical axis is about 1.84 meters long and 0.9 meters wide. The whole picture is very ordinary.

Mr. Yang looked at it for a while and said, "it's really a modern copy painting. This copy painter is not low. It's no problem to sell it for 3000 yuan."

"Ha ha, I'll say the painting is fake. This young man is a good man." Someone joked.

"Three thousand is three thousand." Tang Yifan doesn't care about Tao.

Yang was surprised and said, "don't you care whether the painting is true or not? Why did you buy it? "

"I don't know about calligraphy and painting, so I didn't want to buy any authentic works. The ancients used to say: if you are poor, you will be good at yourself; if you are good, you will help the whole world. Just now that sister-in-law's child was ill and very short of money. When I saw that she had spare money, I subsidized it. " Tang Yifan said blandly. As if in other people's story, and did not buy a fake painting and sad.

"Good, good youth, good mind. If we all have your awareness, why can't this society develop? It's a pity that I've been through so much in my life that I'm numb to it. " Old Yang reproached himself.

He trusted others a long time ago. As a result, his partner ran away and made him bear huge debts. However, he appreciated Tang Yifan's practice.

Tang Yifan smiles and doesn't say much. Just as he was ridiculed before, the praise of the old man in front of him is just a kind of saying. In his opinion, it's not so important.

"Take it back as a souvenir." Yang handed the painting to Tang Yifan.

Tang Yifan took the painting and rolled it. After taking a look, he always felt that there was something wrong with the painting.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like