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Tang Feng got up early the next day.

There is an unread WeChat message on the phone, which was sent by Qin Yanan. The time was around twelve o'clock last night.

The content is only two short words - thank you.

She probably woke up from hunger in the middle of the night, saw the meal he left, and was so moved that she sent this message.

He could even imagine her happy little expression when she ate his dinner of love.

But he soon stopped laughing, because after the word "thank you", there was another voice message.

After clicking on it, she heard Qin Yanan say in a gentle voice: "Don't do it next time, it wastes a lot of electricity."

This sentence immediately angered him.

What does she mean? Do you think he is wasting electricity by cooking?

If her own food tastes so bad, what right do she have to criticize him?

He almost rushed to argue with her.

But then I thought about it, she just got sick yesterday, and she is probably still very weak today.

Forget it, forgive her ignorance for now, and wait until she recovers a little bit before going to settle the score with her.

He went to the breakfast shop to have breakfast first, then packed another portion and hung it on Qin Yanan's door handle.

Then I changed my clothes and drove to Graceland in a Ferrari F8.

Because it was still early, he did not rush to the store. Instead, he parked the car at the intersection of Antique Street and entered on foot.

The antique street is still as lively as ever, crowded and crowded.

He directly turned on the scanning system and scanned from stall to stall to see if he could find any more.

But sweeping down all the way, he was greatly disappointed.

These stall owners are not fools, on the contrary, they are all the best among the best.

Their professionalism is even more professional than those experts who talk freely on TV.

Generally, people can make accurate judgments on good items.

If you want to find out among this group of people, you need opportunities.

Looking at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, and the store was almost opening. He was about to leave the antique street.

When he came to a calligraphy and painting stall, because the stall was placed very far away, there were two calligraphy and paintings even occupying half of the road, so he had to step aside.

But at this moment, two pedestrians jostling suddenly rushed out from behind and squeezed past him.

Tang Feng was squeezed unprepared and accidentally stepped on a painting, leaving a footprint on it.

The two pedestrians who were fighting probably knew they were in trouble, so they hurried away and disappeared in an instant.

The owner of the calligraphy and painting stall immediately jumped out and grabbed Tang Feng's arm, "Boy, you stepped on my painting, how can you solve it?"

Tang Feng was speechless. "You saw it just now. It was those two people who squeezed me."

The stall owner is a man in his fifties, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He is not a good person at first glance. "I can't control it. I only know that your footprints are left on this painting, so you have to be responsible."

Tang Feng was a little depressed, "Okay, why don't you let me take responsibility? Let go of your hand first."

"Haha, do you think I'm stupid? If I let go of you, if you run away, where will I find you?" Instead of letting go of him, the stall owner tightened his grip on him.

As the two people made a noise, many people on the antique street were attracted to watch the fun.

Tang Feng frowned, "I bought this painting, please tell me the price."

The stall owner's expression softened a little. He looked at him a few times, stretched out his fist and said, "One hundred thousand."

Tang Feng looked at the painting again and couldn't help but sneered, "Do you really think I'm being taken advantage of? This is just a copy, do you sell it as an authentic work?"

He has read a lot of antique books during this period, and his knowledge and experience have also improved a lot.

Even if the scanning system is not turned on, you still know that this painting is not worth anything. It would be good if it could be worth three thousand.

When the stall owner heard that he seemed to be very knowledgeable, his aura suddenly weakened a bit, "My painting has been sold, and the buyer will come to pick it up today."

"Now that it's been damaged by you, I still have to pay liquidated damages. This loss must also be borne by you."

"Haha, since it has been sold, why do you still put it out? And your stall occupies half of the street. I think you are just deliberately trying to get into trouble, right?" Tang Feng saw his trick at a glance.

It is estimated that the two people who bumped into him just now were also arranged by the stall owner.

When he passed by, he deliberately knocked him into the stall and extorted a sum of money.

The stall owner was exposed by him and suddenly became angry and said, "You are slandering others. I, Wei Jie, have been running a stall on the antique street for so many years. When have I ever played such a trick?"

"If you don't compensate me for my losses today, you won't be able to leave."

Tang Feng observed very keenly that there were a few people in the crowd who had evil eyes, and they were probably in the same group as the stall owner.

If he dares to resist, these people will definitely attack in groups.

Although with his strength, the one he is least afraid of is this kind of little gangster.

But this is an antique street after all, so you should try to exercise restraint and don’t do anything if you can’t.

He glanced at the painting again, this time using the scanning system directly.

"Title of Work: Fushou Copybook

Author: Zhang Daqian

Valuation: 2 million

specific description……"

"Um?"

When Tang Feng saw this information, his expression was lifted.

It turned out that there was actually a calligraphy hidden in the interlayer of this imitation, and it was the calligraphy of the famous Zhang Daqian.

Zhang Daqianxiang is world-famous for his paintings, and together with Qi Baishi, he is known as "Southern Zhang and Northern Qi".

Paintings can easily cost hundreds of millions.

Compared with his paintings, his reputation for calligraphy is much weaker.

But after all, it is made by a master and is still very popular in the antique market.

The system actually gave an estimate of two million.

His heart was beating wildly, but he remained calm on the surface.

"I can buy this painting, but it's definitely not possible for 100,000 yuan."

"Then how much money can you pay?" The stall owner suddenly became happy, finally catching a taken advantage of.

"Three thousand." Tang Feng gave his quotation.

"Three thousand? Are you kidding me?"

The stall owner was like a frog thrown into boiling water, he immediately jumped up.

This guy bargained too hard.

He wanted 100,000, and this guy directly counter-offered 3,000?