The strongest medical saint

Chapter 378

The antique boss laughed loudly, "I think you have been deceived."

The little farmer's eyes dimmed. He thought he could sell it for a good price, but he lost his mind after being told by the antique boss.

"Are you serious?"

The owner of the antique shop looked disdainful, "Why are you lying to me? Let me tell you the truth. I have read countless paintings. Although Qi Baishi's paintings are famous, most of them are fakes. One of your paintings was copied by later generations. Take a look. This texture, let’s look at what’s on this painting.”

Zhang Bufan stood by and watched the two continue to discuss, feeling that there was still some meaning.

Upon hearing this, the little farmer quickly put away the painting, "In this case, I won't sell it."

What the small farmer wanted was to go to others to have a look first, because the owner of the shop couldn't tell the truth from what he said.

The owner of antiques didn't stop him, "Let's go, I thought you'd come all the way to see you and I'd pay you an errand fee, if you go to another store, I'm sure the price won't be as high as mine."

The little farmer was dubious, "What you said is true or not, how much do you charge?"

"200 yuan." The antique boss said it was a buy-it-all price. What the boss said was true. Most of the paintings of celebrities are fakes, but even if they are fakes, this painting is the best of the fakes. The painters in it seem very deep , not to mention that it is really valuable for collection, but the water depth of the antique, and an inexperienced little farmer in front of him, the owner of the antique naturally wants to accept this painting with the least price.

"I won't sell it for such a small amount of money." The little farmer still had a stubborn face, holding the painting like a baby.

"Little brother, I'll offer 500 yuan, you can sell it to me." Zhang Bufan said at this time.

What he said was not just a casual remark, but a conclusion he had just observed from the sidelines for a long time.

The little farmer looked at the antique owner and then at Zhang Bufan. He also had his own idea, "Since both of them want my paintings, then my paintings must be very valuable."

"You guys, I won't sell anyone." The little farmer said firmly.

Zhang Bufan smiled, and imitated the owner of the antique shop and said, "At first I thought we were destined, but now it seems that I was wrong, then you can go, but don't regret it when the time comes."

The owner of the antique shop took a look at Zhang Bufan, "Goofy, where did you come from to compete with me for business? This painting is worth 500 yuan? You can brag."

Listening to the two people's words, the little farmer realized that his painting was so worthless, but Zhang Bufan's price was higher in comparison, "Okay, okay, this painting is sold to you."

Zhang Bufan readily took out 500 yuan, the little farmer gave the painting to Zhang Bufan, and Zhang Bufan unfolded the painting.

At this time, someone behind him exclaimed, "My God, is this Qi Baishi's painting?"

Hearing this voice, Zhang Bufan turned around, only to see a middle-aged man praising the painting he bought.

"Little brother, can I have a look at this painting?" The middle-aged man said politely.

Zhang Bufan was also generous and handed over the painting, "This painting is a fake and worthless."

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, "Little brother is right, this painting is indeed a fake."

The antique owner laughed in his heart after hearing this, "Let me just say it's a fake. You must have lost 500 yuan. Boy, you should be young in this business."

The middle-aged man returned the painting to Zhang Bufan, "Little brother, although this painting is a copy, but the foundation is also very good, although it is not as valuable as the real painting, but it has a high collection value, I don't know Little brother, would you like to transfer this painting to me?"

Zhang Bufan didn't ask the price, but shook his head, "I just want to collect it, and I don't want to sell it for a high price."

The owner of the antique shop was curious, poked his head and asked, "How much can you offer?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the owner of the antique shop, "What do you think of my offer of [-]?"

The owner of the antique shop was surprised and almost lost his footing, "Twenty thousand? My God."

This number is unimaginable to the owner of an antique shop. It is good luck that the calligraphy and painting sold for 2. Yes, [-] yuan is enough to cover his income for two months. He regretted it in his heart. He should have bought this painting at a high price just now.

Zhang Bufan was not moved by the 2 yuan, but shook his head, "I think it's better to forget it, I still don't want to sell this painting."

The owner of the antique shop looked at Zhang Bufan in surprise, "Is this kid stupid? He won't sell it at such a high price."

I have to say this price. The owner of the antique shop was very moved when he heard it. It seems that the person who paid such a high price is not an ordinary person.

The middle-aged man didn't expect Zhang Bufan to refuse, his brows were slightly frowned, people are like this, the more they can't get something, the more they want it, "Little brother, I'm sincere, how about you? If you don’t, I’ll give you another [-], and you must give it to me!”

The owner of the antique shop buzzed his head, and he almost slapped himself a few times. The middle-aged man in front of him seemed to have no shortage of money at all. He had to lament how lucky Zhang Bufan was.

"This..." Zhang Bufan hesitated, not because of the money, but because he felt that the person in front of him was very sincere. When he bought it, he didn't think too much about it. He just thought the painting was beautiful and wanted to buy it back for Yaoyao to see. See, just to please her.

The owner of the antique shop originally wanted to make money. He was very upset when he heard the price, and hurried forward enthusiastically, "I said, man, you are too flattering about this painting. It's only a few hundred dollars. It’s not worth that much money, but we still have a lot of Qi Baishi’s fakes in our shop, if you want to see it, it’s guaranteed to be much better than this painting.”

Zhang Bufan was very upset when he heard the words of the owner of the antique shop. It was obvious that he could not eat grapes and said grapes were sour. Zhang Bufan smiled, "Boss, you must not have been here for a long time, right?"

"How do you say that?"

"You can't even tell that my painting has a different world. How dare you sell calligraphy and painting here?"

The middle-aged man didn't see anything else in this painting, so he immediately became very curious about this painting, "What did you say, little brother? Can you verify that we all have a look at it?" "

Those who visit the antique shop are all very curious people. Everyone thinks that there is a good show to watch, and they all gather to watch.

The owner of the antique shop felt that Zhang Bufan was deliberately deceitful, "I think you just want to sell it for a higher price. I have been looking at paintings for so many years, how could I be distracted?"