Peerless prodigal system

Wu Liang's cold eyes approached Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and his heart trembled.

Wu Liang saw Zhang Wen's useless appearance, and he was no longer interested in frightening this grandson.

And at this moment, an old man, leaning on a cane, walked into the antique shop.

The old man, wearing glasses, thick lenses, and a black jacket, walked slowly into Mengzhizhai antique shop.

When I saw the old man's first impression, he was probably a very knowledgeable person.

As soon as the old man walked into the store, all the employees in the store shouted "Hello, Mr. Zhang."

At this moment, Zhang Wen's face suddenly became paler.

The old man who just walked into the store is Mr. Zhang Qingsong, the founder of Mengzhizhai.

Wu Liang and Liu Shan also reacted and stood up to greet Zhang Qingsong.

Wu Liang would not bow down just because Zhang Qingsong was an old collection expert in the industry, nor would he greet Zhang Qingsong with a smile. He greeted Zhang Qingsong entirely out of Liu Shan's face.

His treatment of Zhang Qingsong was just a courtesy between passers-by and passers-by, besides, there was no problem at all if he could do this.

What's so great about experts, there are too many experts these days, and there are very few experts with real materials.

Seeing his grandson Zhang Wen's posture, Zhang Qingsong knew that Zhang Wen was causing trouble again.

Zhang Qingsong's complexion suddenly became serious. He walked up to Zhang Wen and asked seriously, "Xiao Wen, what do you want to do? You want to take my words away without saying a word? Your father gave you a scolding last time." , don’t have a long memory yet?”

Zhang Qingsong knew that Zhang Wen had caused him trouble again, which made him very headache.

"Grandpa, I'm just that painting, what's the big deal, grandpa, you are too stingy." Zhang Wen felt a little wronged.

"If you really like antiques, I can give you a few pieces, but without my permission, you can't take things randomly. The buyer of the inkstone you took away last time has already ordered it, so you can give it away. How can I do business after losing someone?" Zhang Qingsong was so angry that he tapped the floor with his crutches, making a bang bang bang sound.

Zhang Wen crossed his arms, turned his mouth away, and said disdainfully: "Grandpa, you are too stingy, isn't it just an inkstone, what's the big deal, you are just my grandson, in the future, when you die, the whole antique shop It's all mine."

Hearing that his own grandson actually said such outrageous words, Zhang Qingsong's face darkened and he trembled with anger.

"You bastard, I'm your grandpa, is there any grandson of Grandpa Curse?!" Zhang Qingsong raised his crutch and hit Zhang Wen's leg with a stick.

Zhang Qingsong didn't use much strength, it can be seen that he still loves his grandson very much, and he couldn't bear to use his strength at all.

Wu Liang was too lazy to take care of other people's housework, so he sat quietly on the sofa and let Liu Shan and Zhang Qingsong chat after a while.

Zhang Qingsong and Zhang Wen, the grandparents, are still arguing.

However, after all, grandpa still loves his grandson, and Zhang Qingsong only has such an only grandson. Although he was very angry with his grandson's behavior, he only taught him a few words.

Because of his grandpa's majesty, Zhang Wen softened after a few words of argument.

Wu Liang, who was sitting on the side, took out his mobile phone boredly, and read the novels written by the authors of his own book site. If there is an IP he likes, he will develop the copyright and make it into a movie.

This is also because it is too boring, he has no interest in the family drama between Zhang Qingsong and Zhang Wen.

At this time, Zhang Wen suddenly changed the subject, and said to his grandfather Zhang Qingsong: "Grandpa, some people say that this painting is a fake, and he didn't look at it carefully before daring to conclude, it's just too ridiculous!"

With the support of his grandfather, Zhang Wen immediately brought up the topic of the authenticity of calligraphy and painting.

Wu Liang, who was reading an online novel, shook his head slightly when he heard this.

Why bother to ask for trouble, a fake is a fake, and Wu Liang, who has the skill of appreciating treasures, is absolutely impossible to drill.

Zhang Wenwen thought that if he told his grandfather about this matter, his grandfather would stand on his side, but unexpectedly, his grandfather said: "That's right, this "Dry Crow Picture" is indeed a fake, and it is a modern copy. It imitated Dong Yuan's painting. shape, but can not imitate Dong Yuan's spirit, there is no doubt that it is a fake."

"Ah? No way? Grandpa, how is this possible! Is it really a fake?" Zhang Wen was speechless.

I thought my grandfather would support his point of view, but I didn't expect that this "Dry Crow Picture" is really a fake.

"It's really fake. If you are in the antique business, if there are no fakes in the store, how can you open a store? You want grandpa to drink the northwest wind, but only one-fifth of my store is fake." Zhang Qingsong does not shy away from talking about this. kind of topic.

Although there are other customers looking for treasures in the store, Zhang Qingsong doesn't care.

Because, these are the rules in the industry.

There must be genuine products and fakes in antique shops. Whether you can find good things depends on the skills of the buyers.

If they were all genuine, no antique shop would survive.

Moreover, there are not as many authentic antiques on the real market as there are on the Appraisal Show. Zhang Qingsong's shop can have one-fifth of the original antiques, which is relatively top-notch in the industry, which is why collecting is risky.

Zhang Wen didn't know much about the antique industry, but he knew that his grandfather Zhang Qingsong was a well-known collector in the industry. Since his grandfather said it was a fake, then this painting must be a fake.

"It's disappointing. I wanted to give this painting to the leader of my company. I didn't expect that kid to be fooled." Zhang Wen still refused to believe that Wu Liang could appraise treasures in three seconds. blindly.

"Right? Who?" Zhang Qingsong asked Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen pointed and said, "That's the one, the one sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, known as the three-second appraiser, I think it's a big fool." Zhang Wen said: "By the way, he also crushed four Ke Wen played walnuts and paid 20 yuan, he is definitely a pretender, he has money to burn, and he has the guts to pretend to be tough in front of Huadu Five Young Masters."

It could be heard that Zhang Wen still held a grudge against Wu Liang. Just now, Wu Liang scared him to death, and he also lost face in front of everyone. He planned to save some face for himself.

Zhang Qingsong turned around and looked at Wu Liang who was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, but did not talk to him.

Zhang Qingsong didn't know if it was a lie or not, and there was no need to pursue it. Maybe it was the right thing to do, and let the major incidents be reduced to avoid further conflicts.

As for the four crushed Wenwan walnuts, they were originally sold. Since the other party had already paid the money, there was no reason to pursue responsibility. It’s just a pity that the four Wenwan walnuts were in good condition.

When Zhang Qingsong saw that Wu Liang only knew how to play with his mobile phone with his head down, he realized that he was a head-down guy.

So Wu Liang's impression of Zhang Qingsong was mediocre, even low. Wu Liang did not attract Zhang Qingsong's attention.

Moreover, Wu Liang also destroyed the Wenwan walnuts, which made Zhang Qingsong feel that Wu Liang was just a rough man who didn't know how to collect at all, and his impression score was lowered because of this.

In other words, in Zhang Qingsong's eyes, Wu Liang is just a humble man with mediocre qualifications.