I actually became a villain licking dog

Chapter 92 You Are Not Worthy For Asking Me To Bow Back!
"Ye, Young Master Ye? I'll go, why is Young Master Ye here!"

"This is the master Yan Lao said, I can't believe it."

"Made is wrong, isn't it said that when Young Master Ye was in school, he dozed off when he read a book? How could he know how to distinguish calligraphy and painting?"

Everyone was stunned for a long time and couldn't react.

The master they thought should be an old man with a white beard, how could they have expected that it would be Ye Feng who is in the limelight now.

"So it's Young Master Ye, please sit down."

Wu Ziyong suddenly started laughing. Originally, he wondered how anyone could come in under his arrangement.

It turned out to be Ye Feng, the young master of the Ye family.

Wu Ziyong had also heard of Ye Feng's name, but this was the first time he had seen the deity.

But Wu Ziyong is also relieved, although Ye Feng, like himself, likes to deceive people everywhere.

But he, Ye Feng, is ignorant and knows nothing about old paintings.

Yan Wenjing is known as a master of traditional Chinese painting, but he was fooled by a young boy, and he really went back more and more.

But in order to ensure everything was safe, Wu Ziyong still said: "But still the same sentence, this ancient painting is a rare treasure, not everyone can identify it."

"What I'm saying is that Master Wu enjoys a great reputation in Jinling, so he should indeed have his own pride."

"This ancient painting is a treasure, and the treasure should be appraised by those who know the goods. I admit that Ye Shao's business has been doing well recently, but let's not get involved with cultural affairs."

Everyone echoed in low voices.

A man of culture has the dignity of a man of culture.

Cultural people cannot bend their waists for five buckets of rice, let alone Ye Feng, who is notoriously penny-pinching.

"Master Wu? I really think, don't you look down on me a bit!"

Ye Feng sat on a chair and stared at him with his head raised.

"Young Master Ye misunderstood, I, Wu, have no such intention."

Wu Ziyong said with a smile, and suddenly changed the topic, and said: "I admire Young Master Ye's business, but appraising ancient paintings requires a very deep knowledge base."

"The water here is too deep, Young Master Ye is too young, you may not be able to see the way."

The implication is that Ye Feng is uneducated.

"My surname Wu, don't pretend to be like this here, you are just a half-assed person. As far as the level of painting is concerned, the old man will kill you with one finger."

"What's more, the picture of autumn geese and sunset clouds in the old man's hand was appraised by little friend Ye Feng."

Yan Wenjing frowned and reprimanded, he had been upset with Wu Ziyong for a long time, because he was a coward and the owner of this "Wan Mei Xuan Mo Tu", he dared to drag him in front of himself and Young Master Yu.

Just in time, let Ye Feng, the young master of Jinling, come and rule him.

The wicked have to be tortured by the wicked!
"What, that picture of autumn geese and sunset clouds was actually sold by Ye Shao to Yan Lao."

"I heard that some time ago, the thrilling picture of autumn geese and sunset in the antique market was bought by a young man. I didn't expect it to be Young Master Ye."

"My little friend and I were stunned, I didn't expect Young Master Ye to have this ability!"

Everyone's faces are more beautiful than one.

Now who dares to say that Ye Shao doesn't understand ancient paintings, and his face is swollen.

"That's fine, Young Master Ye will come and appraise it."

With a sullen face, Wu Ziyong spread the ancient painting on the table.

This Ye Feng actually really understands calligraphy and painting, what a ghost.

But Wu Ziyong still did not panic. Although this painting is not authentic, it is by no means an ordinary fake.

Even Yan Wenjing couldn't tell, so could Ye Feng do it?

"Don't look at it, this painting is fake."

Ye Feng didn't even glance at it, so he came to a conclusion directly.

"fake?"

"Young Master Ye, don't just leave it at your mouth, at least read the calligraphy and painting first."

"That's right, you are a dignified Young Master of the Ye family, and you are also a cultural person, so you have to speak responsibly."

Everyone quickly said that they were unable to tell the authenticity of the calligraphy and painting.

But if this painting is sold, Wu Ziyong agreed to share the money.

"fake?"

At this time, Yu Hongliang's handsome face was full of worries. More than anyone else, he hoped that Wu Ziyong's painting was authentic.

It doesn't matter if it's a little more expensive or if his attitude is a little more arrogant.

Because this ancient painting is the remains of his ancestor Yu Shan, it is very important for him to consolidate his family's status.

He quickly asked: "Young Master Ye, are you sure it's a fake? Can you take a look first?"

Yan Wenjing looked at Ye Feng with the same curiosity in his heart. Although he didn't have deep contact with Ye Feng, he also knew that Ye Feng was definitely not the kind of person who likes to talk.

He really wanted to know why Ye Feng was so determined.

In fact, Yan Wenjing also felt that this was a fake painting, but judging from the tracing of the ancient painting, it didn't look like a fake.

"It's nonsense, how can this be fake?"

"At least you read it first, and it's not too late to comment."

"I thought that Young Master Ye must have a high opinion, but I didn't expect to speak so irresponsibly."

Wu Ziyong was in a hurry, thinking that Ye Feng, how the hell did he know that the painting was fake.

Could it be that he wanted to pretend to be a comparison, and then said it casually?
Wu Ziyong was going to fight him to the end.

"I said it's fake, so it's fake. Do you have any opinions?"

Ye Feng frowned.

"Hehe, as expected of the young master of Jinling, his words are really domineering."

"But today, even if the Heavenly King Laozi came, this ancient painting of mine is still authentic."

Wu Ziyong said firmly.

Suddenly, he felt a murderous aura attacking him, and in a blink of an eye, it was Ye Feng walking towards him step by step.

He was a little scared. It was said that this Ye Feng was very painful when he hit someone.

But at this point, he can't be cowardly, he said: "If Ye Shao proves with his fist that this painting is fake, then do it."

"Although I am not your opponent, it is absolutely impossible for me to bow down!"

Throughout the ages, cultural people are basically divided into two types.

One is the cartilage respondent who works for the tiger and acts as a vassal for the powerful. They don't have the arrogance of a literati, and some only have fame and fortune.

The second type is not afraid of swords and shackles, unwilling to be fish and meat, full of pride, and only strives to be clear.

Although Wu Ziyong is the first type, the personality he set up for himself is the second type, and everyone likes the second type.

And he also thought very thoroughly, don't beat Ye Feng, it will only hurt for a while, but afterwards, he must have a better reputation.

Using beatings in exchange for reputation, you can make more money in the future, this business is worth it!
Thinking of this, Wu Ziyong raised his head and chest, fearless of swords and guns.

Everyone praised him one after another, "Master Wu is worthy of being a role model for our generation, he deserves to be a celebrity!"

"Ha ha."

Ye Feng looked at him with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

This Wu Ziyong is thinking about shit, he is so stupid, will he go to make him famous?

"Young Master Ye, may I ask if this painting is fake, do you have any proof?"

Yu Hongliang stood up anxiously. He was worried that Wu Ziyong would not sell his paintings because of this.

Although Ye Feng was the person called by Yan Lao, he had never seen this painting at all.

Even if you want to believe him, you have to be convinced.

"Young Master Yu, sit down. I dare to say that this painting is fake. Naturally, I have my own reasons."

As he said that, Ye Feng took out the ancient painting from his waist, spread it on the table, and said, "Because this painting is the authentic work of Master Yu Shan, the ancestor of your Yu family!"

(End of this chapter)