The strongest son-in-law

The arguing between Chen Xiuer and the boss attracted the attention of several passing customers outside the store.

Just as the two parties were about to make a move, another voice suddenly came from outside: "Sell me this painting for 2 yuan, okay?"

An old man with gray hair walked out from the crowd, and said to Chen Xiu'er with a smile.

2 yuan!Is this still the price of a pair of imitation calligraphy and painting?
Looking closely at who it was, the owner of the antique store's face turned an ugly blue-purple like a beaten eggplant.

"Mr. Yan, why is it you?" The owner of the antique shop said with a bright smile.

It turned out that this person was Yan Zhiqing, a well-known expert in the field of antiques in Jiangcheng.Everyone on the antique street knows that Mr. Yan is good at finding treasures from a pile of ordinary items, and any plaything he likes must be worth a lot of money.

"I don't sell it." Chen Xiu'er pouted and said stubbornly.

At this time, the eyes of the owner of the antique shop suddenly lit up: "Mr. Yan, since this little girl doesn't want to sell it, we don't have to make things difficult for her."

"Huh?" Chen Xiu'er looked at the owner of the antique shop with some surprise. This guy's sex change is too fast, and he always feels that he has no good intentions.

"I also have a calligraphy and painting here that is exactly the same as hers. Since she won't sell it to you, I can. But..." Sure enough, the owner of the antique shop rubbed his hands with greed in his eyes, "In terms of price , I think at least [-] is enough."

But Yan Lao's next words made his face ugly again.

"You, I don't want it." Yan Lao frowned and said.

"Why?" The owner of the antique shop didn't understand very much. His calligraphy and painting were exactly the same as the other's, and they were bought together from someone else at that time. How could there be such a big difference.

"That... the artistic conception is different." Yan Lao said vaguely.

The owner of the antique shop was so angry that he almost vomited blood.Why is it so unlucky today? First, the little girl cut off the calligraphy and painting, and now I am told that the price of this painting is several times higher than the original selling price.

Yan Lao put aside the expression of the owner of the antique shop, looked straight at the calligraphy and painting in Xiu'er's hand, and said again: "Girl, if you think the price is not good, I can add tens of thousands more."

Seeing Chen Xiu'er shaking her head unmoved, the old man sighed deeply, and began to play emotional cards: "Hey, my old man is already old, and he usually likes to plant flowers, fish, and collect calligraphy and paintings. This calligraphy and painting is Zhang Gao’s imitation works are of no value to you, so why don’t you do a good job for me, an old guy, and treat it as a good deed, do you think it’s okay?”

Seeing such a situation, the owner of the antique shop blushed again, and politely said to Mr. Yan: "There are still many masterpieces in my shop that are copied by master copyists. You can take a look again, maybe there are still some good works." A good thing that has caught your eye."

Old Yan looked around in a hurry, shook his head and said, "There's nothing to see here, I just want this calligraphy and painting in the little girl's hand."

In this way, Mr. Yan, the boss and Xiu'er were in a stalemate for a long time, and the crowd gathered in front of the antique shop.Most people here have a lot of research on antique calligraphy and paintings, and they can't help but be a little curious, can such a fake make people fight over their heads?
"Girl, there are too many people here, why don't we go to another place and sit down and have a good talk." Seeing that there were too many people watching the excitement, the old man suggested finding a secluded place to negotiate the price.

"Wait a minute, this painting originally belonged to our store. You can't just walk away so easily." The owner of the antique store was furious.No matter what happens today, even if it is stolen, you must get this pair of calligraphy and painting.

"I've seen shameless people before, but I've never seen you so shameless." Han Li, who had been silent for a long time, sneered.

The owner of the antique shop stopped talking, and signaled the two big men to attack Chen Xiu'er.

Bang... bang... In less than five seconds, the two big men were thrown out of the antique shop like dolls.Han Li waved his hands helplessly, the number of strikes against civilians today is really a bit too much.

The owner of the antique shop stood there motionless, his face pale.

"Grandpa, we all know that the value of this calligraphy and painting is far more than that, so we won't sell it." Han Li smiled gently and said apologetically to Old Yan.

"Oh? This is a fake, but I really admire the old man." Yan Lao wanted to hide something, and smiled awkwardly.

"Really?" Han Li stretched out his hand to signal Chen Xiu'er to give him the calligraphy and painting.

Xiu'er was also a little confused, although she felt that this pair of calligraphy and painting was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, but it was just a woman's intuition.If you really want her to tell what is so good about this painting, she really can't tell.If this old man pretended to be pitiful again, maybe she would just give this pair of calligraphy and paintings to his old man.

I saw Han Li gently caressing the surface of the calligraphy and painting with his fingers, and then said to the owner of the antique shop, "Lend me a knife."

The owner of the antique shop obediently took out a Swiss Army knife and handed it over respectfully.This man is too scary, it is better to invite them away as soon as possible.

Han Li picked up the knife and lightly cut a small opening in the corner of the calligraphy and painting.

Old Yan's complexion became more and more ugly, and the crowd looked at Han Li with bated breath, discussing and guessing what he would do.

Quickly tear off the top layer, and the depreciated paper looks even older.

Everyone gasped, is this the picture-in-picture of the legend in the antique world?

It turned out that for various reasons, some people concealed everyone's original works, so they sandwiched priceless calligraphy and paintings on special canvases. Only true experts can see the tricks.

Although the painting inside is roughly the same as the one outside, if you look closely, you can see that the mountains and mountains in the painting are complex, the brush and ink are more delicate, the layout is more sparse, and the style is elegant and handsome.The small characters in italics on the above are strong and majestic, which is quite in the style of everyone.

"This is really Yan's regular script!" The old man didn't want to take his eyes off the calligraphy and painting in Han Li's hands, and he seemed to be muttering to himself.

"What, is this a painting inscribed by Yan Zhenqing, a great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty?"

"My God, this is a priceless treasure, I don't know how much it's worth..."

"Who is this person? He can actually see through the mystery in this imitation."

The crowd was in an uproar, some were surprised, some envied, some lamented.And the owner of the antique shop is even more determined to kill him.

"Hey, this old man is really playing big swords in front of Guan Gong. I admire him." The old man watched reluctantly as Han Li put away the scroll and handed it to Chen Xiu'er.