Peerless prodigal system

Zhang Shao yelled, picked up this antique calligraphy and painting and was about to leave, but was stopped by the clerk who brought tea just now.

Of course, the clerk's tone was tactful, not daring to offend Young Master Zhang.

"Young Master Zhang, it's not good for you to just take this calligraphy and painting away. It's not that I'm talking too much, but that I'm in trouble if Mr. Zhang blames it. Last time you took away an inkstone, I was deducted more than half a month's salary."

The clerk said to Zhang Shao embarrassingly with a smiling face.

"I'm Zhang Qingsong's grandson, and he's the only grandson. It's only natural for a grandson to take something from grandpa. Why? You want to stop me?!" Young Master Zhang pushed the clerk arrogantly.

The clerk's brows were all wrinkled, his face was frowning, he hesitated to speak, and dared not speak any more.

Young Master Zhang's name is Zhang Wen. His name is quite gentle, but he is not as good as his name.

Although Zhang Wen is the grandson of Zhang Qingsong and has the blood of the Zhang family, he did not inherit the good qualities of the old Zhang family.

This guy dropped out of high school, hangs out in bars and nightclubs, eats, drinks, whores, gambles and smokes, he doesn't even know anything about antiques.

Zhang Wen shook his head triumphantly, held the ancient painting, grinned and said: "Although I don't know the characters on it, I know this thing, the company's Mr. Zhao must like it, the dry chicken picture, the dry chicken picture, This painting is really good, but the chicken in the painting is a little thinner, and it looks like it is malnourished, and it is so skinny."

Wu Liang, who was sitting not far away, almost laughed out loud.

That guy Zhang Wen really doesn't know traditional Chinese characters.

This is not a chicken, it is clearly a crow, a crow's crow!
And it's not Dong Dongyao's "Dry Chicken Picture", but Dong Yuan's "Dry Crow Picture".

In fact, Zhang Qingsong usually has a headache for his grandson.

Since Mengzhizhai Antique Store opened, Zhang Wen has often come to the antique store to pick up things, such as calligraphy, painting and porcelain, and he really picked up a lot of them.

If Zhang Qingsong was in the store, Zhang Wen would not dare to be so arrogant, and he would not be able to take things away, but when Zhang Qingsong was not in the store, Zhang Wen was very presumptuous.

The clerk was also very embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with it.

At this time, Liu Shan chatted with Wu Liang and asked, "Xiao Wu, what do you think of that painting? I didn't notice it just now, why don't you go and have a look now?"

What Liu Shan was referring to was the "Picture of Dry Crows" in Zhang Wen's hands, which was just for chatting. If he asked casually, he was not interested in "Picture of Dry Crows".

Wu Liang also acted very calmly, and said casually: "No need, although I didn't pay attention to it just now, but now I see that the value of this painting is almost worthless, it is not an ancient authentic work, and it is not even an ancient fake, it can only be regarded as a piece of art. A modern counterfeit."

When walking around the store just now, neither Wu Liang nor Liu Shan noticed the painting, because they knew that real treasures would not be easily placed in conspicuous places, and Zhang Qingsong kept all the good things by his side, otherwise what would happen? do business.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wen actually heard a word of small talk, and he was serious about it.

"Fake? Why do you say it's a fake? How do you know it's a fake?" Zhang Wen immediately turned his head and stared at Wu Liang.

"Although this painting technique is similar to that of Southern Tang painter Dong Yuan, it is still different, and the traces of imitation are a bit heavy. It is only similar in shape, but not in spirit." Wu Liang said leisurely while sitting on the sofa.

Zhang Wen stared at Wu Liang carefully, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you? Why do you say that?"

"Who else can it be? Of course it's a customer who comes to an antique shop to shop for treasures." Wu Liang didn't bother to answer Zhang Wen's words too much.

"You kid, you like to pretend to be aggressive. If you don't understand, you pretend to be profound. You are three meters away from this painting. If you can identify the authenticity, I will immediately kowtow and call you grandpa." Zhang Wen I don't believe it at all.

It wasn't that Zhang Wen deliberately troubled Wu Liang, but that he thought Wu Liang's words were too outrageous.

When those old experts appraised antiques, even if they didn't use a magnifying glass, they still had to lean over and observe carefully. Now someone said that he could identify the painting with a few glances, and the devil would believe it!
The corners of Zhang Wen's mouth raised, thinking that he had encountered a pretender.

However, Wu Liang can really do it, he has such ability.

Cast your eyes on the painting, scan it quickly, and the system will tell him the answer. It is not too much to say that it is a treasure in three seconds.

"Boring, whether this painting is real or not, don't care about me, you can take it and give it to your leader." Wu Liang glanced at Zhang Wen lightly.

Zhang Wen immediately sneered and said: "Hehe, I think you are guilty. Although I don't know how to appraise treasures, I can't bear your pretense."

"Whether I'm pretending or not, you can control it? Besides, I was answering my friend's words just now, and I didn't talk to you at all. I advise you not to trouble me. A fake is a fake. Even if your grandpa came, this painting The painting is also a fake." Wu Liang's expression was cold.

Once in the provincial capital, the name of the prodigal son resounded throughout the city, but now in Huadu, there are people who object to chatting?
Liu Shan saw that the gunpowder smell between Wu Liang and Zhang Wen was a bit heavy, so he quickly stood up.

He said to Zhang Wen: "My little brother Wu is a treasure-appreciating genius who is rare in a hundred years. He can appraise treasures in three seconds. I can guarantee that he didn't touch the painting in your hand just now. He just sat here. Take a quick glance and come to a conclusion.”

"You promise a fart, my grandpa's shop, it's your turn to give shit here? Fuck! I've seen a lot of pretenders, but I've never seen you pretend like this. You still have three seconds to appraise treasures, what the hell are you What a fool!" Zhang Wen said cursingly.

Usually, Zhang Wen is an arrogant guy. He has a little money at home, and he can't do it well. He often causes troubles outside, and he is very impulsive.

Wu Liang will not get used to Zhang Wen's stinky problem, so he gave Zhang Wen a cold look, and said: "Your mouth is really stinky, and you go out without brushing your teeth. If you haven't seen it, it only shows that you have little knowledge, and it doesn't mean does not exist."

After being taught a lesson by Wu Liang, Zhang Wen immediately became furious and shouted to beat Wu Liang, but was stopped by two shop assistants in time.

The clerks were also very helpless. Zhang Wen was used to being arrogant, and because his grandfather opened this antique shop, he became arrogant and domineering.

And at this moment, in Wu Liang's mind, the cold voice of the system sounded.

【Ding】

[The host must spend 3 yuan within 20 minutes]

[Complete the task: there will be reward points]

[Mission failed: never lift for life]

"Speechless, there is another mission at such a critical moment, and the deadline is only 3 minutes, the system really knows how to play!"

It was too late for Wu Liang to complain too much, and the most important thing was to complete the prodigal mission.

Seeing Wu Liang suddenly stunned and dumb, Zhang Wen thought that Wu Liang was afraid, so he became even more arrogant.

"Pretending to be a criminal, you have the guts to go out and fight with me! How dare you?!"

Zhang Wen protested against Wu Liang.

Wu Liang was calm and composed, glanced at the three Wenwan walnuts in front of him, and smiled lightly.

He picked up this Wenwan walnut and squeezed it in his hands...