C140 Conducting
C140 Conducting
At this moment, a familiar voice was heard. Qin Chuan and Wang Dachuan looked at each other and smiled evilly.
The idiot had come.
"Yo, isn't this Young Master Ximen?"
Elder Lin's eyes lit up, and he immediately separated the crowd and walked over. Ximen Big Hand was a big financial backer, and the most important thing was that someone had told him that he wanted to scam Young Master Ximen.
"Elder Lin, I spent thirty million to buy this from a private family. Please take a look."
Ximen Feng took the painting out of the brocade box and handed it to Elder Lin respectfully.
Elder Lin had a high status in this circle. Even Wang Dachuan treated him like a distinguished guest before he saw through his face, let alone other businessmen.
Seeing that Elder Lin was going to study the calligraphy and painting carefully, someone immediately moved a table over and asked Elder Lin to lay the calligraphy and painting flat on it.
When Elder Lin fully unfolded the calligraphy and painting, his eyes couldn't help but light up. The art of literature and art was best at painting mountains and rivers. It was extremely captivating. When one calmed down and looked at it, it was as if they were in a dream.
The painting that Ximen Feng brought was not only a painting of art, but it was also well-preserved. When one smelled it carefully, there was even a faint fragrance of paper. It could be said that it was the best of the best.
"Hahaha, Young Master Ximen really has sharp eyes. This painting...
"Cough cough. Right at this moment, Qin Chuan who was watching by the side suddenly coughed violently twice and interrupted Elder Lin's words.
"Elder Lin, Elder Lin, how is this painting?
Young Master Ximen's heart was burning with anxiety. He did not care about Qin Chuan's unusual behavior and asked hastily.
"Uh... this painting..." Elder Lin stroked his white beard and glanced at Qin Chuan without leaving a trace. He shook his head and said.
"I carefully looked at this painting and found that there was something fishy about it. Young Master Ximen, please follow me.
Young Master Ximen's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he hurriedly followed.
"Young Master Ximen, please take a look. Elder Lin used his hand to touch the white marks around the painting and said.
"Wenzheng Ming is a famous painter in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. The paper he used should be the paper in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, but this painting is not the same.
" The paper in the middle of the Ming Dynasty is made of cotton and tensile texture. When you touch it with your hand, you can easily feel its smooth texture. However, this piece of paper is not complete. It is rough and the texture is messy. If you look closely, you can even see that it is slightly yellow, so... "The paper in the middle of the Ming Dynasty is made of cotton and tensile texture. When you touch it with your hand, you can easily feel its smooth texture.
Elder Lin did not continue speaking. Instead, he stroked his beard with one hand and kept sighing.
"Elder Lin, do you mean this painting is fake? Ximen Feng said with a worried look.
"Sigh, this painting...
Elder Lin pretended to sigh again.
"I didn't expect that I spent 30 million to buy a fake painting. Fine, I'll just treat it as a lesson.
Ximen Feng also felt a little embarrassed. In his anger, he suddenly picked up the painting and was about to tear it in half.
"Wait, can you take a look at this painting? At this moment, Qin Chuan, who was watching from the side, suddenly called out to stop him.
Ximen Feng was startled. He looked at Qin Chuan with a cold expression. "What? You really think you are an expert? What right does a poor kid who has connections with an upstart have to play antique?
"What Young Master Ximen said is wrong. Elder Lin walked over with a smile on his face. "Antiques are good at discerning things. Where is the distinction between high and low?
Everyone present was an elite of society. No matter what their nature was, they had to at least show some quality in front of others.
However, Ximen Feng had already steeled his heart. If it wasn't for Qin Chuan, he wouldn't have spent so much money today.
"It's fine if you want this painting, but I spent 30 million to buy it. You can't just take it away for free, right? Ximen Feng said with a sneer.
"I don't have 30 million, but I can consider three million. Qin Chuan kept smiling, which made Ximen Feng feel uncomfortable.
"You want to buy it for three million? I think you are daydreaming! Ximen Feng coldly snorted and immediately picked up the painting and was about to leave.
"Young master, including this 30 million, the pocket money that grandpa gave you this year is almost gone. Scarface followed behind and advised in a low voice.
"What? How much money is left? Ximen Feng's face darkened, and he hurriedly asked.
"There's still ten million left. Scarface said with a bitter face.
"Ten million? It's not even enough for me to spend two months! Ximen Feng couldn't help but look a little depressed. If his family knew that he was wasting money like this, they would definitely scold him to death.
Recalling what Qin Chuan had just said, Ximen Feng gritted his teeth and turned around to walk back.
"Kid, three million is too little. Give me some points."
"Sorry, that was the price just now. Now, I can only pay 2.5 million at most."
Qin Chuan shook his head and looked at Ximen Feng with a mocking look in his eyes.
"What? Kid, lower the price on the spot." Ximen Feng jumped up.
"Who asked you to delay me for a minute? Giving you less than five hundred thousand yuan is already considered to be on account of the fact that I like this counterfeit."
A trace of undetectable greed flashed across Qin Chuan's eyes as he looked at the painting in his hand.
"This is too much. I still don't want to buy it."
Ximen Feng coldly harrumphed, then he raised the painting and roared. "Whoever is willing to pay three million, I'll sell this painting to him!"
"Gengci! Who does he really think is a sucker? " You dare to bid three million for a fake? "
No, three million is not a small amount. Who would spend money to buy such a lousy thing?"
"I think Young Master Ximen is in need of money. Why don't I lend you some?"
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Young Master Ximen's expression changed when he heard that.
Lend money?
What kind of joke was this?
He, Young Master Ximen, was proud and arrogant. How could he care about others borrowing money? If this were to spread, he wouldn't be able to afford to lose face!
"Hey, you have to watch the time. A few seconds later. " I can only pay two million. " Qin Chuan didn't forget to remind him.
"Alright, two hundred and fifty it is." Ximen Feng gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand. "Give me the money!"
"Mr. Wang."
Qin Chuan turned his head, and Wang Dachuan immediately took out a cheque from his pocket and handed it to Ximen Feng.
He had prepared it long ago.
One hand to pay and the other hand to hand over the painting. This transaction was very transparent.
"There really is a brain that is hard to use"
"What's the use of this brat buying a fake? He probably got kicked in the head by a donkey."
"Who asked Wang Dachuan to have money..."
The onlookers shook their heads and discussed.
"Who is it? Where is Elder Lin?" Qin Chuan took the painting and turned his head to shout.
"He went to the bathroom." Someone immediately answered.
"Young Master Ximen!"
At this moment, Elder Lin's voice was heard. Everyone looked over and saw Elder Lin running anxiously to Ximen Feng.
"Young Master Ximen, where is the painting written in calligraphy?"
Elder Lin grabbed Ximen Feng's hand and asked urgently.
"What's wrong with the painting?" Ximen Feng asked in confusion.
"Ah, I just went to the toilet and washed the toilet. My mind instantly woke up. That painting is authentic!" Elder Lin gesticulated with his hands and feet.
"Wh, what? Didn't you just say it was fake?"
Ximen Feng felt that his brain wasn't enough. He couldn't even stop trembling when he spoke.
"When did I say that the painting was fake? Elder Lin said with a strange expression.
"But, but didn't you just say that the Xuan paper didn't match..." Ximen Feng thought about it carefully. Indeed, Elder Lin just kept sighing and did not say that the painting was fake.
"That's why I figured it out. After thousands of years, the Xuan paper will more or less change its original state. Your painting should have been observed by many people, which is why that state appeared. It looks like it's fake. " Actually, it's true. And the price will at least double... "
Elder Lin continued to explain. After hearing his words, not only Ximen Feng, but also the surrounding crowd also came to a realization. There were even some people who secretly regretted not using three million to buy that painting.
"Oh right. "Where did that painting go?"
Elder Lin paused and asked in confusion.
"Where did it go? I still want to know where he went. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ximen Feng grabbed Elder Lin and lifted him up from the ground. He almost spat on Elder Lin's face.
"Hey hey hey, young master Ximen, what are you doing? We are all civilized people."
Elder Lin's legs were shaking, but he was helpless. He was just an ordinary old man. How could he break free from the angry Ximen Feng?