After the divorce, the female CEO of Bingshan regretted it

"hello."

The polite and friendly old man wearing a pair of glasses asked after Zhang Wenguo's paintings: "Are you appreciating paintings or calligraphy?"

"It's a traditional Chinese painting, Liu Zhibai's." Zhang Wenguo said excitedly.

"Liu Zhibai's paintings are very rare."

Mr. Wu was stunned, stood up and spread out the painting. Yang Shoucheng, Liu Bo and others next to him also came over to look at the painting. Zhang Wenguo looked at them expectantly and said, "Mr. Wu, please see if this painting is Authentic?"

"Ah."

Mr. Wu nodded, raised his glasses, and even took a magnifying glass to study the painting carefully.

Yang Shoucheng and others didn't say anything, but he held Zhang Wenguo behind his back with one hand and patted Mr. Wu slightly, as if to hint something.

"What's your name?" Mr. Wu immediately asked Zhang Wenguo.

"My last name is Zhang."

Zhang Wenguo responded and asked expectantly: "Mr. Wu, how do you like my painting?"

However, Mr. Wu frowned, which made Zhang Wenguo feel nervous. He looked at the paintings on the table for a long time, then raised his head and asked Zhang Wenguo: "Where did you get this painting from?"

"This painting was resold from a friend of mine and cost 500 million." Zhang Wenguo said truthfully.

"500 million."

When Wu Lao, Yang Shoucheng and others heard this, they pretended to be surprised.

Even the onlookers below were exclaiming. It seems that this painting is of high value.

Because most of the treasures brought for appraisal at the scene were small items and their value was not that high. I didn’t expect Zhang Wenguo’s painting to cost 500 million.

"Ugh."

Mr. Wu sighed, raised his head and said to Zhang Wenguo: "If it is authentic, you will make a profit of 500 million."

"Ok!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wenguo was stunned, his heart skipped a beat, and then Wu Lao said: "This painting is fake, it is a copy of a dated painting, and it looks old. Therefore, if you are not familiar with ancient paintings, Those who study it cannot tell whether this painting is genuine or not.”

"What, copying, fake..." At this moment, Zhang Wenguo's expression froze, and his scalp exploded, he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, but the author who copied this painting is still very high-level, and the painting style is as grand as Liu Zhibai's, but it lacks the meaning of the painting and has no collection value. It's not bad to take it back and use it as decoration." Mr. Wu said.

He had already put the painting away and returned it to Zhang Wenguo, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't be discouraged. The water for antiques is already very deep, so just take it as a lesson..."

Zhang Wenguo was holding the painting and didn't know how he got down. Wang Hongfu immediately took the opportunity to sarcastically say, "Old Zhang, I just said there is something wrong with this painting. Thank you for reminding you to come over and have it appraised by experts, otherwise you would still be in the dark." It’s in the drum.”

"This, how could this be fake? Did Xiao Jiang also make a mistake?"

Facing Jiang Hao and the treasure appraisal expert, Zhang Wenguo naturally believed the latter. After all, his son-in-law was not a professional treasure appraiser.

"Asshole, it's actually fake."

Now Zhang Wenguo was angry and took out his mobile phone to make a call. As a result, the person who sold the picture to him had an empty restricted number. Zhang Wenguo instantly felt that he had been cheated, which made him very angry. If Wang Hongfu hadn't stopped him, he would have almost called this person. The painting was torn up on the spot.

"Friend, you've made a big loss with this painting." At this time, a middle-aged man came over, pointed at the words in Zhang Wenguo's hand and laughed.

"who are you?"

Zhang Wenguo looked at the middle-aged man. Now he was full of anger and wanted to tear the painting apart.

"Haha, I'm just an antique dealer who collects paintings. I saw that your painting was fake, so I wanted to give you back some of your losses." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"You want to buy my painting?" Zhang Wenguo raised his eyebrows. The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Give me one hundred thousand."

"One hundred thousand, even a fake painting is worth one hundred thousand." Wang Hongfu looked at the middle-aged man as if he were an idiot.

"Although this painting is a copy, it's still pretty good." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "How about it? Do you want to sell it?"

"If you don't want to sell it, I don't need the [-] yuan, so I'll tear it up..."

Zhang Wenguo was annoyed and was about to tear up the painting. Wang Hongfu immediately snatched it away and said, "Oh, why do you need to tear it up? One hundred thousand is money. If you sell it to him, you can get some losses. Here you go."

As he said this, Wang Hongfu threw the painting to the middle-aged man, and he took out [-] in cash from his assistant and gave it to Zhang Wenguo, then left with a smile.

"Let's calm down, Lao Zhang. Let's spend 500 million to teach a lesson... No, it's 490 million. Take this [-] and go back and explain to your siblings." Wang Hongfu stuffed [-] in cash into Zhang Wenguo's arms and pushed him He went back.

Of course, when Ye Aiqin found out about this at home, she couldn't help but scold him.

Zhang Wenguo could only sigh helplessly, feeling very angry.

In the evening, Jiang Hao rode an electric bicycle, and then Ye Ziyao returned home. He immediately felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. Jiang Hao asked, "Dad, what happened?"

"Alas..." Zhang Wenguo sighed as he sat in the tea pavilion, feeling ashamed to say this.

"Mom, you and Dad had a fight again." Ye Ziyao asked her mother.

"Why are you arguing? Ask your dad. He spent 500 million to buy a fake painting. 500 million. It makes me angry just talking about it..." Ye Aiqin got angry again and started to scratch Zhang Wenguo.

My father-in-law didn't dare to fight back, after all, he felt very guilty.

"What, 500 million to buy a fake painting, what's going on?" Ye Ziyao and Jiang Hao were confused, not knowing what was going on.

"It's that painting by Liu Zhibai. I took it to a treasure appraisal expert today and they said it was fake." Zhang Wenguo had a messy look. For him, 500 million was not a small amount of money.

In particular, he was embarrassed in front of Wang Hongfu, which made him feel very angry and uncomfortable.

"But I think it should be an authentic work." Jiang Hao was surprised. He had seen the painting and thought it was an authentic work.

"Xiao Jiang, I think you made a mistake this time. Mr. Wu and the others are professional treasure appraisers." Zhang Wenguo said helplessly.

This made Jiang Hao raise his eyebrows. Although he was not a professional, he was sure that the painting was authentic. How could it be fake.

"And that painting you bought last month, take it for appraisal quickly." Ye Aiqin pointed at Zhang Wenguo and cursed.

"That painting is Master Guan's, it's definitely not fake." Zhang Wenguo shouted.

"Absolutely. You said this picture is true, but it's not fake." Ye Aiqin slapped him on the back of the head and cursed angrily.

"Okay, I'll take a look after dinner later."

Zhang Wenguo was also excited. Last month he bought a painting by Master Guan, so he planned to have it appraised as well.

"Dad, I'll go with you later." Jiang Hao also planned to take a look.

Zhang Wenguo nodded and continued drinking tea.

Jiang Hao went to make dinner and finished eating at eight o'clock. Ye Ziyao was also curious and planned to follow him.

Jiang Hao also took a look at the painting by Master Guan that Zhang Wenguo bought last month. He also thought it was an authentic work, so the three of them drove directly to Xiguan Antique City.

The treasure hunt continues, with more people than there were during the day.

The six experts on the stage took a short break in the afternoon, and now they are on stage with full force to give everyone free treasure appraisals.

"so many people."

Ye Ziyao was wearing a casual light blue dress and followed Jiang Hao. She saw many people in the scene and it was very lively.

"You guys wait here, I'll get the number." Zhang Wenguo handed the painting to Jiang Hao, and then went to sign up and get the number.

"Little brother, have you authenticated this painting?"

However, in the afternoon, the middle-aged man who bought Zhang Wen's Chinese paintings came over with his assistant, causing Jiang Hao and Ye Ziyao to look at them and ask, "What's the matter?"

"I'm just asking you, have you checked the drawing on your hand?"

A middle-aged man named Wang Quan pointed at the painting in Jiang Hao's hand and said with a smile: "If your painting is fake, I can accept it so that you lose less."

These words made Jiang Hao and Ye Ziyao look at each other and look at the middle-aged man.

At this time, Zhang Wenguo came over, and Wang Quan smiled and said, "So it's you."

Zhang Wenguo naturally recognized him and said, "My painting has not been appraised yet."

Wang Quan smiled and said: "Okay, let's wait until you finish the appraisal first, then let's go..."