Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

"What?" Han Chengshan was stunned. His mouth was wide and his smile on his face was frozen. Wang Peisheng said this

Wang Peisheng shook his head and said, "this is not a genuine work of Yan, it's a copy."

Boom!

Han Chengshan was as white as a lightning strike.

Just now Ding Yi said that the word was fake. He wanted to slap Ding Yi twice, thinking that Ding Yi was talking nonsense.

But now, even Wang Peisheng has said this. Even if he is stupid, he should understand that he was cheated by sun Dafu!

"Sun Dafu, you treacherous businessman, pay me back five million!" Han Chengshan is trembling with anger, holding the copy in his hand, he wants to go to sun Dafu to fight for it.

Ding Yi quickly stopped: "Dad, don't be impulsive."

In the trade of antiques and cultural relics, we should be willing to fight and be willing to be punished. As long as you pay the money and go out of the door, the real and the fake have nothing to do with the shops. If you buy a fake, you can only blame yourself for your poor eyesight and incompetence. Don't say that Han Chengshan only paid five million yuan today, that is, he paid 100 million yuan. As long as he got out of Jubao Pavilion, the 100 million yuan had nothing to do with him.

"Han, what are you doing? But you begged sun to sell you. Now you've been punched in the eye and blamed sun again. Can you really bully him? " Sun Dafu's tone is very tough. As he said before, this line of business is very deep. Even brothers often cheat each other, not to mention the friendship of interests between him and Han Chengshan.

"You You know the words are fake, why do you sell them to me? " Han Chengshan's chest rises and falls sharply, five million, even if he is very painful.

"Hum! Han Chengshan! If it's true, you can buy five million? To put it bluntly, you also want to take advantage of sun, but you don't have that ability. " Sun Dafu snorted coldly, saying that the real Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, the market price is about seven million, Han Chengshan himself does not use his mind, who can blame.

Ding Yi sighed. Although he didn't want to admit it, sun Dafu did have a point. If Han Chengshan didn't want to take advantage of it, I'm afraid he would not have come to this end.

Wang Peisheng kept his mouth closed and said nothing. Although he is very famous in this business, his reputation is useless in the face of this kind of business that you like and I want. If he really wants to force sun Dafu to refund money, it will be a bad practice.

Rules can't be broken!

"You You Han Chengshan points to sun Dafu and is angry and can't say it.

"Dad, forget it. Don't be angry. I'll get you a better one when I go back. " Ding Yi continues to comfort him. After all, he is his father-in-law, and Ding Yi can't watch Han Chengshan get angry.

"What do you know?! Yan, you can have it if you want to have it! " Han Chengshan feels his heart is dripping blood. He has spent most of his life's savings on it.

"Dad, I don't have Yan's calligraphy, but I have Wang's calligraphy." Ding Yi has no choice but to speak.

Everybody Wang, calligraphy!

As soon as the words came out, all the people around him were breathing and the whole place was silent.

People who come and go in this antique street should know what it is.

It is a well deserved treasure in the Chinese calligraphy field! Wang Xizhi, the calligrapher!

Each piece can be auctioned for tens of millions of prices, even if there is a price but no market!

Because Wang Xizhi's calligraphy has not been handed down very much. A few of them are either in the national museum or in the super giants of China.

But the young man in front of me said he had it?! Are you kidding me?!

Even Wang Peisheng was not calm.

"Little friend, what you said is true?" Wang Peisheng asked solemnly.

Ding Yi nodded. Originally, he wanted to keep a low profile and tell Han Chengshan the news when he got home. But seeing Han Chengshan as he is now, Ding Yi had to say that although he said it, I'm afraid there would be a lot of trouble.

"Where is it? Can I ask you to Have a look at it? " Wang Peisheng's tone trembled slightly. For a man like him who is good at calligraphy, the calligraphy master Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is more tempting than longevity.

"It's in my hands." Ding Yiyang raised his hand in the dust of the ancient scroll.

"Are you kidding?" Han Chengshan's face darkened in an instant. He thought Ding Yi had something if he had something to do with Ding Yi. But now, Ding Yi fooled him with what he had brought from sun Dafu.

Sun Dafu also sneered: "good nephew, are you crazy? The thing in your hand was collected by an old farmer in the countryside for 1000 yuan. I just gave it to you. In a flash, you said that it was the calligraphy of everyone Wang. Do you treat all the people here as idiots? "

As soon as sun Dafu said this, the people watching Ding Yi's eyes immediately became bad.

"Boss sun, don't you believe that this is the calligraphy of Wang family?" Ding Yi joked.

"Oh." Sun Dafu laughed contemptuously, "if you're the king, I'll give you my Jubao Pavilion!"

There was an uproar!

Sun Dafu's words can not be said too much. In this antique street, sun Dafu's Jubao Pavilion is an undisputed gold shop, worth at least 100 million yuan. Sun Dafu really dares to say that.However, sun Dafu said so, and the people also understood that nine out of ten of the ancient scrolls in Ding Yi's hands were fake. If not, how could sun Dafu be so angry.

"Boss sun is joking. Well, if I have this thing in my hand, I don't want boss sun, as long as boss sun returns my father's five million." Ding Yi narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

"What if not?" Sun Dafu also narrowed his eyes. Is the son-in-law of the Han family really confident or mentally ill? Sun Dafu is more inclined to the latter.

"If not, I will give Mr. Sun another five million!" Ding Yi's tone is also very big. The onlookers are excited for a moment. Unexpectedly, they just go out for a stroll and see this kind of shocking gambling.

"Are you crazy?! Where did you get five million? " Han Chengshan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him. His son-in-law, who was not a tool, was provoked by other people's words. He took a rag and gambled with others. The bet was still five million yuan. Han Chengshan felt that he was going to be choked by anger.

Ding Yi ignored Han Chengshan, but took a look at Sun Dafu and said, "boss sun, do you dare?"

"Ha ha, how dare you?" Sun Dafu pushed the presbyopia glasses, and his heart was full of laughter. Today is really his lucky day. First, Han Chengshan, the fool, gave him five million yuan, and then came the more stupid Han Chengshan's son-in-law, who also wanted to give him five million yuan. These two people, in their last life, would not be the children who gave money, sun Dafu thought happily.

"That's good. I'd like you to be a witness." Ding Yi arched his hands to all around him.

"Good! Good! Let's get started

"I also want to see what the real work looks like."

"You're a loser. Do you have a grudge against my Han family?" Han Chengshan is the first to suffer from heartache. Today, he was cheated five million yuan. If Ding Yi's back foot is cheated by another five million yuan, the Han family will definitely become the laughing stock of Jinzhou.

"Cheng Shan, why don't you believe me once?" Wang Peisheng frowned. In fact, he doesn't look at Ding Yi as a person who likes to talk big. If Ding Yi dares to say so, he must be sure.

"But, Mr. Wang..." Han Chengshan wanted to say something more, but when he saw Wang Peisheng's unhappy eyes, he immediately shut up.

Ding Yi takes out the ancient scroll and unfolds it in public.

When we can see clearly the seven crooked and eight slanted characters on the ancient scroll, people begin to laugh.

"This kid's got cement in his head?"

"Oh, return Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, which is not as good as that of primary school students."

"Maybe they just want to give boss sun five million."

"Good nephew, this is what you said about Wang's calligraphy?" Sun Dafu sneered.

Han Chengshan lowered his head and felt that his face had been completely lost. Today, the face of the Han family was totally lost by them.

"Did I say this is the calligraphy of the king?" Ding Yi gives sun Dafu a playful look.

"You are not the king's calligraphy, but what about the real king's calligraphy? Can you make it out of thin air? " Sun Dafu sneered at him. At this time, the loser still refuses to accept the result.

Ding Yi shook his head, pointed to the ancient scroll in his hand, and said with a smile, "this is the calligraphy practice of Wang everybody."

"Boy, are you playing with us?"

"If you play us like monkeys, don't you?"

A passer-by angrily rolled up his sleeves, and obviously could not bear it.

Sun Dafu also accumulated anger in his chest. What does this mean.

"Be quiet, everyone." Ding Yi pressed his hand with a smile and said, "what I have in my hand is OK to say that it is the king's calligraphy. It is OK to say that it is not the king's calligraphy."

"To say that it is not a copy of Wang's calligraphy must be recognized by all of us, because as you can see, the words on this paper are indeed not flattering, and they are far from the words of Wang."

"Then why should I say that it is the calligraphy of the royal family?" Ding Yi's tone pauses for a moment, deliberately selling a pass.

"Why?" Some people can't help speaking.

Ding Yi took a look at the man, took the ancient scroll to the man and asked with a smile, "what's the difference between this Xuan paper and normal Xuan paper?"

The man touched and doubted, "this paper is thicker than normal Xuan paper."

As soon as the words came out, many people in the crowd brightened their eyes.

Sun Dafu's heart is a cluttering, he seems to have ignored something.