Mr. Qin, Please Advise Me

Song Yanning squatted down and picked up a piece of porcelain again, "Pastel deer figure double-eared statue, the body of the statue is painted with a hundred deer, lined with mountains, streams, ganoderma lucidum, flowers and other scenery. Deer or running under the pines and cypresses. , or cuddling, or resting, in different shapes. In the picture, the mountains, rocks and leaves are mostly painted with green color, and the color is strong. The group of deer and branches are painted with ochre, black and other colors. The group of deer is alive, the branches are vigorous, and the brush The painting is vivid and delicate. Did you take a look at this piece of porcelain, did you notice its deer head?" She had seen the introduction of the pastel deer figure double-eared statue, so she was very impressed.

The young man took the tile and looked at the deer head carefully, and his expression soon turned ugly, "I went to the merchant for a theory, and they sold me a fake, little girl, thank you! You can talk to me. Shall we go together?" Fortunately, the vase was broken, otherwise if he gave this vase to Xu Bowen, he would be really embarrassed and embarrassed, and if it affected his father's illness, he would regret it. That's too late.

"We'll accompany you." Before Song Yanning spoke, Yang Lisheng had already spoken. Whether the vase is real or not, he is always responsible for breaking it.

"Thank you, old man! I'm really sorry just now." The young man looked at Yang Lisheng apologetically.

Yang Lisheng waved his hand, "It's okay, I bumped into you without looking at the road."

"I'm also responsible. I'm walking too fast." The young man said embarrassedly. If he didn't just want to go home early and walk faster, he wouldn't have bumped into each other.

"Young man, you just said that this vase was bought for 200,000 yuan?" Yang Lisheng pointed to the debris on the ground.

"Actually, it's not that expensive." The young man laughed embarrassedly, took off his jacket, and squatted down to carefully pick up the debris on the ground. He was going to go to the boss for a theory, and naturally he had to take these broken pieces of porcelain with him.

Seeing this, Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang also squatted down to help.

Song Yanning shook her head and squatted down to help pick it up. In fact, even if he goes, the boss will not compensate him for the loss.

"Xiao Ning, don't pick it up, don't scratch your hand." Li Meixiang saw Song Yanning's help and hurriedly stopped it. This piece of porcelain is very fast, if she cuts her hand, she will feel distressed.

"I'll be careful." Song Yanning winked at Li Meixiang playfully. With her current physical strength, these tiles can't hurt her.

After picking up the tiles on the ground, Song Yanning and the three walked towards the antique shop where he bought the vases, led by the young man.

The boss was making calculations when he heard footsteps, looked up, saw the young man, and quickly greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Wu, do you still want to buy antiques? I can introduce them to you, guaranteed to be genuine." Today he was in This Wu Shao has made a lot of money. A shop like him would kill a rich young master with a lot of money and stupidity.

Wu Tingfeng snorted coldly, and threw the coat wrapped in porcelain on the table, "I trust you so much, you sold me fakes and refunded me the money, otherwise this will never end."

The boss frowned and said with a smile, "Master Wu, why would I sell you fakes? Besides, didn't you find someone to help you with your eyes?" He happened to know the person who helped Wu Tingfeng with his eyes. Promised that as long as Wu Tingfeng bought their vase, he would give him a commission.

Wu Tingfeng opened the coat with the ceramic pieces, and found the base fragment that Song Yanning just showed him, "You still say it's the real thing, look at the book on it yourself, do you really think I don't understand anything? "

The boss didn't take the base, he smiled and looked at Wu Tingfeng, "Master Wu, this vase is broken, how do I know that this vase is the one I sold to you?"

"You!" Wu Tingfeng glared at the boss angrily, gritted his teeth in anger.

"Besides, when I sold you the vase, I told you that as long as you leave the store, the products will not be returned or exchanged, and you agreed to it yourself, right?" The boss sneered at Wu Tingfeng. Of course he knew that the vase he sold was a fake, but so what? There are rules in the antique world, even if the other party calls the police, it will not be useful. Because the other party has already left his store, who knows if it is the same vase before, he can say that the other party has dropped the bag and come back to blackmail him.

"You are so despicable!" Wu Tingfeng was trembling with anger, but he was helpless. Because when the other party said it, he really agreed.

"Boss, how do you sell this painting?" Song Yanning noticed the painting hanging on the wall as soon as she entered the store. There are many things in this shop, but there are very few genuine products. Apart from this painting, there is only a brush in the counter.

The boss glanced at Song Yanning up and down, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, "You can't afford this painting, don't touch it, you will lose money if you touch it." He bought this painting from an old man who collected scraps , he asked someone to see it, and the other party said that the painting was not worth much.

Although this painting is very old, it is not from a famous artist, and there is no signature, it seems that it was painted casually. He hung it in the shop, intending to fool those who didn't understand ancient paintings. There are many shops selling antiques in this street, but there are not many genuine products, usually relying on flickering.

"How do you know that I can't afford it?" Song Yanning raised her eyebrows and looked at the boss.

The boss chuckled, "This is the original work of Song Xu, a painter and calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty. If you can get 100,000 yuan, I will sell it to you."

Yang Lisheng, Li Meixiang and Wu Tingfeng all looked at the painting on the wall. The painting was old and worn, and even if it was left on the side of the road, no one would take a second look. The other party actually asked a lion to ask for 100,000 yuan. Isn't this an obvious scam? Really blackhearted.

Song Yanning was stunned for a moment, obviously frightened. After a long time, she recovered and turned to look at Yang Lisheng, "Grandpa, I like that painting, shall we buy it?"

"That painting is old and broken, why don't you choose something else." Yang Lisheng felt that spending 100,000 yuan to buy a broken painting was really not worth it.

"Grandpa!" Song Yanning looked at Yang Lisheng coquettishly.

Yang Lisheng couldn't beat Song Yanning, so he shook his head helplessly, "Okay." Anyway, the money was earned by Xiaoning.

"Grandpa is so nice!" Song Yanning looked at the boss happily, "Boss, I want to buy that painting, can you give me one more thing?"

"Do you really want to buy that painting?" The boss wasn't quite convinced. Although 100,000 yuan is not a lot of money for ordinary people, it is really not worth buying that painting.

It doesn't matter if the painting is genuine, but he has already determined that the painting is a fake, not to mention 100,000 yuan, even 100 yuan is not worth it. Of course, it is impossible for a little girl to understand antiques. It is estimated that she simply thinks old things are antiques. But her grandfather's agreement really surprised him.

"Yeah." Song Yanning nodded affirmatively.