Refusing to become a receiver, the system asked me to go back to farming

For a moment, Zhang Hai's eyes were a bit complicated. It was the first time he had encountered such a situation. It was impossible for him to be protected by a woman in such a way that he didn't feel it in his heart.

"A shrew, don't think that you are just a woman so you can mess around here in Wenmo Pavilion. Believe it or not, I'll ask someone to throw you out?"

Although the young man had seen many beauties, he was still amazed by Liu Jingyao, his eyes paused for a moment on Liu Jingyao, and his tone could not help but weaken a bit.

"Tch, call me if you have the ability, do you really think my old lady is not here?"

Being called a shrew, Liu Jingyao also let go of it directly. If you call me a shrew, then I will show you a shrew!

"You just said you were going to throw her out?"

Zhang Hai reached out and grabbed Liu Jingyao's hand, a cold light flashed in his eyes, staring at the young man coldly.

"Yes, that's right, that's what I said, so what, you are a big man, if you don't know how to pretend to understand here, don't come to this kind of place if you want to flirt with girls. This is not the place for you."

The young man scolded unceremoniously.

"Hehe, that's not where I should come, is that where you, a piece of trash, should come?"

Zhang Hai said ironically.

"The people who can come here are either business leaders or industry leaders. No matter how bad they are, they are also lovers of antique calligraphy and painting. Tell me, what do you know?"

A trace of disdain flashed in the young man's eyes. He hated this kind of country bumpkin who didn't know calligraphy and painting and still belittled calligraphy and painting here. If he couldn't do it here, he would have ordered someone to beat Zhang Hai up.

"What do I know? Then what do you know? Do you think you know this painting very well?"

Zhang Hai calmly pointed at the painting hanging on the wall, a trace of sarcasm flashed across his face.

Although he doesn't understand it, it doesn't affect that he has a secret treasure that is more effective than Baidu.

Can this guy be better than Tianji Baojian?

That Zhang Hai might as well throw this treasure of secrets into the cesspit.

"Of course, this painting is the original "Autumn Wind Holding a Fan Picture" by Tang Bohu, a master of the Ming Dynasty. It shows a lady holding a round fan and looks irritable. Feeling."

The appearance of the young man talking eloquently attracted the attention of the surroundings in an instant. When he noticed that the old man looked at him with a hint of admiration in his eyes, the young man couldn't help but feel a little more smug.

He came here this time to attract the attention of others, and he did a lot of homework on this "Autumn Wind Holding a Fan".

"Hehe, are you done?"

Zhang Hai chuckled lightly and said lightly.

"Why, is it possible that you can see something else, is it possible that you want to say that the artistic conception of this painting is not enough, or that Master Tang's technique is not enough?"

Before the young man finished speaking, Zhang Hai said three words that shocked everyone:

"Drawing, fake."

fake! ?
At this moment, the entire Wenmo Pavilion was shocked, and their eyes turned to Zhang Hai.

A few of the old people burst into anger directly, wishing they could ask someone to drive Zhang Hai out immediately.

This is no joke!
It's hitting Wenmo Pavilion in the face!

The standard of Wenmoge's establishment is to ensure that all the products in its store are genuine.

And this "Autumn Wind Holding Fan Picture" is the best of the best, and it is also the treasure of the Wenmo Pavilion branch in Yucheng. Many modern literary masters and masters of painting have come here to observe this painting from a thousand miles away.

But this work, which was appraised by countless experts and praised by the world, was actually said to be fake by an unknown young man.

Isn't this courting death! ?
If this young man can't say something convincing to everyone today, for the sake of his own face, Wenmoge will definitely prevent this young man from seeing the sun of tomorrow.

"Made, kid, don't you want to live! How dare you speak out in Wenmo Pavilion, you just wait for death, someone from Wenmo Pavilion will come to look for you soon, you are finished!"

The young man's eyes were full of shock and gloating. This guy actually made a big mess, and his chance to become famous has come.

Usually, there is no chance to meet such a person who dares to break the taboo in Wenmo Pavilion.

I have to say that his luck is still very good.

Soon, Yucheng's antique circle will have his name as a rising star, and it really didn't take much effort.

"What I said is the truth, and a fake is a fake. Could it be that this Wenmo Pavilion is going to kill me just because I told the truth?"

Zhang Hai said indifferently with a calm face.

"Boy, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. This painting was sold at an auction for a high price of more than 1000 million, and it was collected by the Huang family. It has been appraised by dozens of experts. , is it possible that you think those experts are trash?"

A sneer appeared on the young man's lips, and he said slowly.

"That's right, those experts are really useless."

Zhang Hai said without hesitation.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked again.

This kid is really crazy. Now he not only offended the Huang family, but also offended those experts.

Everyone who can be called an expert in the antique world is a person with great influence. This kid is lucky, he offended the Huang family and dozens of experts with just a few words.

Now, if this kid can show up safe and sound tomorrow, they will all wonder whether the Huang family and those experts can't do it anymore.

"Hmph, I'd like to see who has the guts to utter wild words in our Wenmo Pavilion. Do we really think that our Wenmo Pavilion is for nothing!"

A middle-aged man walked over aggressively with more than a dozen bodyguards in black. The middle-aged man was full of anger, and he glanced back and forth as soon as he came, looking for the madman.

"Patriarch Huang, that's the guy. He's crazy. He not only said that the treasure of your store, "The Picture of the Autumn Wind Holding a Fan", is a fake, but also said that the Huang family and those experts are trash."

When the young man saw Huang Guangqing coming, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes. He finally saw the rightful owner, so he had to perform well.

"Okay, that's great, you all give me a hand, hold this kid down, I want to see today, what kind of guts did he eat, how dare he come to my place to act wild!"

More than a dozen bodyguards in black, without saying a word, rushed towards Zhang Hai's direction together. The speed was so fast that there was no time for Liu Jingyao to react.

"Uncle Huang, don't do anything! One of your own!"

But it was too late, a dozen bodyguards had already appeared in front of Zhang Hai, and began to attack Zhang Hai.

Practitioner?
Zhang Hai was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised, because he felt a cool breath flowing from the bodies of these people.

However, it's a bit weak.

After seeing Liu Jingyao, Huang Guangqing reacted quickly, but he didn't have time to stop now, so he could only pray for the luck of this kid.

These bodyguards of his were all adopted by their Huang family since they were young and trained in ancient martial arts. Most people can't even catch a punch from them, let alone a dozen of them together.