Live shop exploration: 200 yuan to challenge the antique street

Chapter 111 Keep your eyes wide open!
"1500 million, I want this calligraphy of Zhou Chen!"

After Chu Ang finished speaking, the entire Daya Zhaiyuan became silent, and many guests looked at him in disbelief.

Who is this kid?

1500 million baby seems to be as simple as drinking cold water?
"..."

Zhao Shi also looked at Chu Ang with wide eyes, unable to calm down for a long time.

Needle dropping could be heard in Daya Zhaiyuan, and Chu Ang's live broadcast room was full of bullets.

"What do you mean, this is, the anchor wants to buy this painting?"

"No... the anchor, are you okay? They told you to get out, and you still go to flatter people's stinky feet?"

"Anchor, do you have some disease in your heart, the more people abuse you, the more excited you are, the more you like it!"

"If you put it that way, you, the anchor, are quite perverted!"

"Let the bullets fly first, I feel that this matter is not easy!"

"Brothers, who will tell me? This time I really can't figure it out!"

"Is there any other tricks in this painting? Picture-in-picture? Could it be Zhang Daqian imitating it again?"

"Hey, maybe it's really possible, Zhang Daqian is the number one master of counterfeiting!"

"If Zhang Daqian imitated it, then maybe the price of this painting will exceed the price of the original painting!"

"..."

At this moment, the face of the proprietress of Daya Zhaiyuan also changed again and again. After a while, she took a deep breath, tried to calm down her mood, and said in a deep voice, "Do you really want to buy it? This is 1500 million!"

1500 million, these words the proprietress emphasized, and her eyes were full of scrutiny, because in his opinion, the young man in front of him really didn't look like a local tyrant who could spend tens of millions of dollars.

Chu Ang was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party, took out his mobile phone, opened the bank APP, and then put the mobile phone screen in front of the woman, saying: "Although the money is not much, it is still possible to buy a painting!"

Not to mention Zhang Daqian's imitation of Shi Tao's landscape painting just sold, the antiques sold in Panjiayuan just before are nearly 1500 million, [-] million, and he can still take them out.

After seeing the large string of numbers on it clearly, the proprietress's pupils trembled, and her face suddenly changed. Feeling Chu Ang's playful eyes, her face immediately became unnatural.

"Brothers, how many anchors are there?"

"The anchor said that the money is not a lot..."

"Fuck, the anchor is being modest, you are really reckless!"

"I don't remember the others, but just one Tang Bohu's original work + Zhang Daqian's painting alone is worth 2 million yuan!"

"Fuck, in this way, the anchor's wealth is at least 2.5 million..."

"I'm afraid it's more than that, I think there are at least 3 million!"

"The anchor earned all this money in a few days? I'm new, I just followed the anchor, I don't know much about it..."

"Uh... almost a week!"

Netizens: "..."

Seeing the proprietress froze in place, Chu Ang reminded: "Didn't you hear me, are you afraid that I won't be able to pay? It's just a broken painting!"

"..."

The proprietress gritted her teeth and said nothing more this time. Although she is pampered, she is not a fool. The person in front of her is worth over [-] million, but she is still so young. He is probably either rich or expensive. "Take the painting out of the mirror cabinet. Wrap this gentleman up!"

"it is good!"

A beautiful shop assistant came over and carefully took out the painting.

Several customers in Daya Zhaiyuan looked at this scene in disbelief, and were extremely puzzled. Just now, this young man was pointed at his nose and scolded, but now he is still doing business?

Isn't it sick?
The shop assistant handed the wrapped painting to Chu Ang respectfully.

After Chu Ang paid the money, he took the scroll and looked at the proprietress blankly, "You said that all my belongings are not worth the treasures in your shop?"

"You say I'm not worthy to see your husband?"

"You said that even if you kill me, you can still afford it?"

Chu Ang's every word seems to be deliberately controlling something, he speaks very slowly and with great force, as if he wants to express the depression deep in his heart through words, but his words are like a boulder smashed into the proprietress In her heart, she was in a bad mood.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Shi smiled a little more, and the unprecedented comfort in her body made her excited.

"Wow, anchor Niu Pi, this wave of 13 face slaps is very pure and comfortable..."

"Look how dare this bitch underestimate people!"

"It's cool, the anchor is so fucking relieved!"

"..."

Chu Ang turned around, and just when the proprietress thought that the evil spirit was about to leave, the other party turned around abruptly, "The Forbes Auctioneer's imperial appraiser in China, Liulichang's one of the best shops selling antiques at eight-figure prices, unexpectedly It’s a fake, how do you deal with this matter?”

"Wow!"

The words set off a thousand layers of waves. At this moment, both the guests in Daya Zhaiyuan and the netizens in the live broadcast room all stared wide-eyed.

(End of this chapter)