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"That's right, that's not how the rules of Xiguan Antique City work. This only shows that you are incapable of making mistakes. If everyone is like you, wouldn't the rules be messed up?"

"That's right, that's right, Boss Wang can't do this..."

For a while, other antique shop owners came to the aid of Fatty Wang and criticized Zhang Wenguo, Ye Aiqin and his friend Lin Wenshan.

"you…"

Zhang Wenguo's face was red and he was excited. These people were so confident in selling fake paintings. Ye Aiqin was even more angry and cursed.

But antique shop owners like Wang Bao didn't care at all, and this wasn't the first time this happened.

There are also rules in the antique world. I can only blame Zhang Wenguo for not being good at it and making a mistake.

"Dad, mom."

Jiang Hao came over on an electric bike and squeezed in through the crowd. Zhang Wenguo said, "Xiao Jiang, why are you here?"

"Well, Ziyao called me and asked me to come over and advise you." Jiang Hao looked at Zhang Wenguo and Lin Wenshan, who was gentle and elegant next to him. He looked like a scholar.

"He is my son-in-law Jiang Hao, and it was he who realized that this painting was a fake." Zhang Wenguo introduced Jiang Hao to Lin Wenshan.

"Oh"

Lin Wenshan showed surprise and looked at Jiang Hao for a few times. Jiang Hao also nodded slightly and said hello to him.

"What advice is there? What's the use of this waste like you?"

Ye Aiqin turned around and scolded Jiang Hao, then pointed at Wang Bao, the owner of Huabao Pavilion, and the others, and shouted angrily like a shrew: "Damn you guys, don't think this matter is over.

Let me tell you, I don’t care about getting the money back, but you sold fake painters to my man, and you must give an explanation. Don’t think that my Ye family is easy to bully. "

"Ye Family!"

Fatty Wang and other antique shop owners were slightly shocked when they heard about the Ye family.

"What, are you scared?" Ye Aiqin looked proudly at Wang Bao and the others and sneered proudly.

"Ha ha…"

But the next second, waiting for Ye Aiqin to be proud, Fatty Wang and the shop owners burst into laughter.

Wang Bao glanced at Ye Aiqin with disdain and sneered: "You are not from our antique world, so what if your Ye family is rich and powerful in Yulin City?

I said this painting is real, it is real, don't be shameless here, the Antique City has rules, and you are not allowed to be wild here. "

"That's right, everyone, please comment, how can you do this? You bought a painting one night, and now you bring it back and say it's fake. Then can we say that you deliberately brought a fake painting back to slander us? "

"That's right, there is no such reason..."

Other store owners echoed, and even passers-by and other collectors felt that Zhang Wenguo and the others were in the wrong and were standing by indifferently.

In particular, Ye Aiqin brought out the Ye family to bully her, which was even more disgusting and ridiculing.

"I don't care, you have to explain to me..."

Ye Aiqin's face was full of anger, pointing at Fatty Wang and the others, making trouble without mercy.

Even Jiang Hao, who came here, couldn't stand it when he saw his mother-in-law acting so shamelessly, causing Zhang Wenguo and Lin Wenshan to be pointed at by the crowd.

Jiang Hao naturally couldn't get a word in. He wouldn't be stupid enough to bump into his mother-in-law's gunshot. Immediately, he stared at the door of Huabao Pavilion, where some ancient paintings were hanging. His eyes flickered and he stared at a pair of eight major landscape paintings. stand up.

"Typical Eight Great Landscape Paintings."

Lin Wenshan also came over, looked at the painting, shook his head and smiled: "Although it is some years old, the brushwork is messy and the layout is lacking. It only copies the three-pointed image, but loses seven points of the meaning. It is not worth collecting."

"Well, I don't know how to draw." Jiang Hao turned around and smiled at Lin Wenshan.

Lin Wenshan smiled and said: "You can tell at a glance that the painting is a fake, which means you have good observation skills. Are you interested in learning?"

Jiang Hao stretched out his hand to touch the painting, ignored Lin Wenshan, turned to Wang Bao, the owner of Huabao Pavilion, and said, "Boss, how do you sell this painting?"

"You are talking about this painting. This is a painting from the Republic of China. Although it is a copy, the price is not cheap. It costs 1 yuan." Wang Bao saw at a glance that Jiang Hao was a novice.

"Ten thousand is a bit expensive..."

Jiang Hao frowned slightly, and now he couldn't even come up with 1000 yuan.

I used to pay thousands of dollars in rent for treating Wang Lin, Tiger Bear and others, but now I have nothing in my pocket.

"Jiang Hao, what do you want to do? Do you still want to buy his paintings? Do you want to make me angry to death?" Ye Aiqin pointed at Jiang Hao and cursed angrily.

"This painting is not worth buying." Next to him, Lin Wenshan shook his head and said.

"Xiaojiang, don't buy it. Let's go back."

Zhang Wenguo pulled Jiang Hao and was criticized by everyone. His old face could no longer stand up to him.

"In this case, you don't want to make trouble here. It won't be good for anyone. Just think of this painting as a gift from me. Just take it and leave." Wang Bao put the painting away, gave it to Jiang Hao, and hurried Ask them to leave quickly.

"let's go…"

Zhang Wenguo didn't care about anything else and forced Ye Aiqin to ask Lin Wenshan to leave. He knew that he was wrong about this matter and if he continued to struggle with it, he would only be embarrassed and ridiculed.

"Wait a minute, boss."

However, Jiang Hao raised the painting in his hand to Wang Bao and said, "Are you sure you gave it to us?"

"I'll give it to you as I said. You're really young, just take the painting and leave." Wang Bao said angrily and stopped.

No one knows this painting better than Wang Bao. He knows that it was a copy of a painting during the Republic of China and has no collection value, so it is worthless. Now it is given to Jiang Hao to let them calm down the matter and not want to continue to make trouble.

"Okay, boss, please give me a table and a bottle of water." Jiang Hao took the painting and said to Wang Bao.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Bao was confused, Lin Wenshan, Zhang Wenguo and the others were also in a daze, not knowing what Jiang Hao was going to do.

"Test whether this painting is worth anything!" Jiang Hao held up the painting in his hand and said with a gentle smile.

"Isn't it just a copy of the Eight Great Landscape Paintings of the Republic of China? How else can it be verified?"

"Haha, this young man, don't you want to check whether there is an interlayer in this painting?" An experienced collector couldn't help laughing when he heard that Jiang Hao wanted to check the painting in water.

"Impossible. If there was a layer in this painting, I would have noticed it a long time ago. Then will it be his turn?" Boss Wang Baobai Jiang Hao took a look and said firmly.

Lin Wenshan shook his head and smiled. He had also seen the painting just now and found no interlayer at all.

"Xiao Jiang, you'd better go back and take another test at home."

Zhang Wenguo also felt that Jiang Hao was fooling around, so he took him back, not wanting to be embarrassed again.

"Dad, take this, I'll buy a bottle of water."

Jiang Hao gave the painting to Zhang Wenguo, then turned to buy a bottle of mineral water from the canteen of the store next door. He immediately ran back and asked Zhang Wenguo to open the painting and lay it sideways.

Wang Bao's bosses and passers-by, as well as Lin Wenshan and Ye Aiqin looked at Jiang Hao and saw him unscrewing the mineral water and pouring it directly onto the drawing paper.

When the Chinese painting encountered water, the eight landscape paintings on it instantly began to spread out like splashes of ink. The onlookers Lin Wenshan, Wang Bao and others couldn't help but stare in surprise. They stared at the painting like ink splashes of color, which gradually changed into another one. painting…

"What...what's happening? How did it become like this?"