Three Years As A Scapegoat, Guarding The Stunning Goddess After Being Released From Prison

Qian Feng withdrew his mind, and nodded solemnly.

"This painting is indeed Zhang Daqian's authentic work."

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man raised a wicked smile slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Qian Feng asked curiously: "Sir, how much do you plan to sell this painting?"

The middle-aged man held up two fingers, and he said calmly: "With the strength of the store manager, I believe that such a price will not be a problem for you! The price I want is three million."

three million!

What the middle-aged man said caused Qian Feng to fall into astonishment. Such a price is indeed relatively affordable.

But for now, there is not so much money in the store's account.

After all, he runs an antique shop, and most of his assets are fixed assets.

Old Chen also saw Qian Feng's embarrassment, and he stroked his long beard.

He said leisurely: "How about this, Brother Qian, I will lend you the money for this painting."

Qian Feng's face was overjoyed, Mr. Chen, this is like sending charcoal in a timely manner.

"Old Chen, this... how embarrassing it is!"

Mr. Chen shook his hands boldly, not taking this little money to heart.

He is the head of the second family in Yuncheng, and a few million is just a matter of sprinkling water to him.

Mr. Chen took out the check and was about to pick up a pen and write down the amount on it.

At this moment, Qin Feng stretched out his hand to stop Old Chen.

Old Chen looked at Qin Feng suspiciously and asked curiously, "Brother Qin, what's the problem?"

Qin Feng said calmly: "Old Chen, I don't really recommend you to buy this painting."

As soon as Chen Lao heard what Qin Feng said, he slowly put down his pen.

The middle-aged man on the side looked a little nervous.

Old Chen asked: "Brother Qin, where do you start with this?"

Qin Feng glanced at the painting on the table, leaned down and took a little sniff with his sense of smell.

When Qian Feng saw this, a look of disdain flashed in the depths of his eyes.

In his eyes, what Qin Feng did was nothing more than a bluff.

If it weren't for the fact that he was old Chen's friend, Qian Feng would have ordered him to reprimand him and keep him away from that painting.

At this time, Qin Feng also had an answer in his heart.

He calmly said to Chen Lao: "This painting is fake!"

Qin Feng's words were tantamount to a bomb detonating on the ground.

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There were huge waves in everyone's hearts.

The face of the middle-aged man changed wildly, and he stood up abruptly.

"Shopkeeper Qian, what do you mean? Are you deliberately looking for someone to humiliate me?"

"Just now you clearly identified this painting as authentic, and now you let a young man stand up and overthrow it."

"I originally thought Shopkeeper Qian was always aboveboard, but I didn't expect you to make such a dirty trick."

"I won't sell this painting, so farewell!"

As the middle-aged man said, he was about to roll up the scroll and prepare to leave.

Qian Feng quickly stopped the other party.

"Wait, wait, don't be angry, sir, there must be some misunderstanding."

"When I do business, I have always been aboveboard, and my reputation is well known in the entire Yuncheng antique world!"

"I never know how to punch eyes! Give me a minute, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Qian Feng couldn't bear to give away the seller in front of him.

He suppressed his anger and looked at Qin Feng and asked, "Young man, what do you mean? You say this painting is fake?"

"I, Qian Feng, have been in the antique world for so many years, and I have never drilled a hole! You must give me an explanation today, or even if you are old Chen's friend, don't blame me for turning your back."

Qian Feng is a person of true temperament, he always says whatever he has.

At this time, Mr. Chen seemed to be in a dilemma when he was caught in the middle.

Qin Feng sat down calmly.

"Old Qian, please don't be angry! Although I don't know much about painting, there is only one basis for me to deduce that this painting is fake."

Qin Feng raised his index finger.

The eyes of the three people present immediately focused on Qin Feng's finger.

Qin Feng pressed a corner of the painting with his finger and wiped lightly.

When he raised his index finger again, the skin of his index finger was stained with ink.

When Qian Feng and Chen Lao saw this, they were stunned at the same time.

Qin Feng explained lightly: "The weather has been humid recently, even though this painting has been imitated with a lot of effort, it still takes half a month for the ink on the rice paper to completely dry and take shape." Pen Fun Library

"You are in too much of a hurry. If you come back in half a month at night, maybe I really won't be able to discover the authenticity of this painting."

Qian Feng narrowed his eyes, he

He stretched out his finger and stepped forward to test it.

Sure enough, ink from the corner got on his index finger.

He had been paying attention to the artistic conception of the painting just now, but neglected the edge of the painting.

Fortunately, there is Qin Feng today, otherwise, his reputation of being a sharp-eyed person who never hits the eyes would be ruined.

The middle-aged man stuttered and didn't know how to respond to Qin Feng.

He simply refused to take the painting, turned around and was about to leave.

Qian Feng only pondered for two seconds, and he said decisively: "Stop him!"

Qin Feng immediately made a move and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man realized that something was wrong behind him, he gritted his teeth cruelly, and took out a switchblade from his waist to stab Qin Feng.

Qian Feng and Chen Lao exclaimed in alarm: "Be careful!"

At the critical moment, Qin Feng clamped the blade of the switchblade with both fingers, and he slammed the knife to the ground lightly.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in shock, and before he could react, Qin Feng threw a punch.

"Boom—"

He was knocked down to the ground by Qin Feng's heavy punch, and Qin Feng stepped out, stepping on the middle-aged man's head.

He was finally scared now, and hurriedly shouted for mercy.

"Stop! I....I was wrong, I won't run!"

Seeing that Qin Feng was not only safe, but also easily subdued him, Qian Feng and Chen Lao breathed a sigh of relief.

If Qin Feng hadn't been there today, the two of them wouldn't have been enough for this guy to beat them up.

Qian Feng walked forward with a warm and angry expression. He glanced down at the middle-aged man and asked, "Tell me, who sent you here?"

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, he shook his head weakly and said, "Shopkeeper Qian, what are you talking about, I can't understand anything."

"I also took this painting from someone else's hand. I didn't know it was fake at all."

Qian Feng raised his foot and stepped heavily on the middle-aged man's finger.

The latter immediately screamed in pain.

"what--"

"It's already at this time, why are you still pretending to be stupid! Isn't it just to ruin my reputation by selling fake paintings here?"

"You still have one last chance now, who sent you?"

Qin Feng was also shocked when he saw the old man's methods in front of him.

This old man looks very weak, but his methods are really ruthless.