Live shop exploration: 200 yuan to challenge the antique street

Chapter 113 Burning to Explosion (Please follow up)

Pure Xia Gou Ba Luanxiu!

Fake is fake!

Even if the other party broke the sky, it is impossible for this painting to become real!

Chu Ang looked at the proprietress with great interest, "I heard that Daya Zhaiyuan claims to pay ten for a fake one. You are not a real wife, can you give me ten times the price?"

"Hahaha, the anchor can still talk!"

"Madam Boss: Today's "principal wife" matter is completely unbearable, right?"

"Madam Boss: The money can be compensated to you, but we are not done with the "main wife" matter!"

"I bought it for 500 million, and 10 times it is 1.5 million!"

"Brothers, the anchor said that this painting is a fake, what do you think?"

"How do you look at it, of course you look at it with your phone (picking your nose)"

"The anchor picks up leaks in the street stalls, and picks out fakes in the shops, really awesome!"

"..."

Hearing Chu Ang's words, the proprietress' eyes sank, and she suddenly felt that the other party had come prepared, and immediately said coldly, "So you are kicking the gym?"

The kicking shop of the antique shop has almost the same meaning as the kicking shop in other industries. When a new store opens, colleagues take items to rival stores to test the waters, or test the store's treasure appraisal level in other ways. This is kicking the shop!
Ever since Daya Zhaiyuan took root in this Liulichang, they have never produced counterfeit products. Not to mention that their peers are incomparable in this regard, even many large auction houses do not have the strength.

It is also based on this that Daya Zhaiyuan dared to shout out the propaganda slogan of "one fake one pays ten" and dared to set the price of the treasures in the shop far above the market price, relying on this kind of self-confidence!

The proprietress said in a deep voice, "Old Li, explain the rules to this kid and tell him to get out!"

"..."

Mr. Li didn't speak, but nodded directly, "Young man, this treasure is definitely not a fake, I assure you with my reputation as "Half Li"!"

Half a piece of plum?
Chu Ang raised his eyebrows, what a weird name?
However, this old man is too confident!

It is not uncommon to see holes in antique shops!
My grandfather was also known as the "Golden Sage" back then, but in the end he also slapped his eyes!

The proprietress raised her lips, "You may not have heard of Mr. Li's reputation, Mr. Li has the title of "Half Zhang Li" in the industry..."

"Half a piece of plum and half a piece of plum, you only need to observe half a piece of calligraphy and painting to tell the authenticity, age, and material of the calligraphy and painting!"

"..."

Hearing this, Mr. Li's expression remained the same, but there was still obvious arrogance in his eyes!

The customers in Daya Zhai Garden heard half of Li's name, and then recalled the old man's research on calligraphy and painting just now, and immediately classified Li as a top expert in the calligraphy and painting industry, and highly respected him in their hearts.

"You can tell the authenticity of the calligraphy and painting by just looking at half a picture..." When everyone around him looked at Mr. Li with admiration, Chu Ang's expression became strange.

Before... he was still doubting the old man's appraisal level, but after the proprietress finished speaking, this doubt disappeared!
No wonder... no wonder!
It's really not necessarily an eye-catching game for someone else!

"Okay... I'll let you be convinced to lose!" Chu Ang smiled slightly, and greeted Shishi, "Sister, help me..."

"Okay!" Although he didn't know what brother Chu was going to do, Zhao Shi smiled sweetly, took the scroll, and reopened it.

At the same time, Chu Ang gave Elder Li a look, the so-called half-Li, who snorted coldly and came to the picture scroll with his hands behind his back.

As the picture scroll unfolded, Mr. Li tidied up his clothes, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth and nose, and then formally entered the usual working state.

"Wow, this old man is an expert!"

"How do you see it? Ask the brothers upstairs to clarify!"

"The old man covered his mouth with a handkerchief, because he was afraid that his saliva would stain this baby. The old-fashioned way is no longer common!"

"Oh, that's it. It seems that this old man's level is good..."

"The old man is a powerful faction!"

"Since the old man is capable and powerful, what's the matter with the anchor?"

"Could it be that the anchor is trying to please the public?"

"..."

Half Zhang Li opened his eyes wide, looked at the seal, then at the inscription, and finally at the qiyun. As he said before, when appraising Zhou Chen's calligraphy, one seal, two inscriptions and three qiyuns are the same.

"Look at it again..." Ban Zhang Li smiled, his expression relaxed, "This painting is also genuine!"

"..."

Hearing this, the proprietress was relieved.

"Ah…"

Unexpectedly, Chu Ang sneered at this time, "You should look at half of the painting while riding on a horse, you deserve to punch your eyes!"

What?
Hearing Chu Ang's words, Li was stunned for a while, and immediately cast Zhu Ke's murderous eyes on him, "Are you questioning my ability? When the old man was engaged in antiques, you were not born yet!"

"..."

Chu Ang's face leaked sarcasm, but he was too lazy to argue with the other party, "Don't worry... the painting has just been opened halfway, you can continue to look at it, Shishi, hurry up!"

"Well..." Zhao Shi nodded again, speeding up the opening of the scroll.

"I want to see what you want to do!" Ban Zhang Li sneered, adjusted his mental state and read on again.

When the scroll stretched to the second half, half of Li's pupils shrank, as if he had discovered a new world, "Give me a magnifying glass...Give me a magnifying glass!"

Hearing Mr. Li's eager voice, the proprietress felt a bad feeling in her heart. She brought a magnifying glass herself, and handed half of it to Li respectfully, "Mr. Li...don't worry, take your time!"

When she got closer, the proprietress found that Mr. Li's forehead and neck were already wet with fine sweat, which once again cast a bad cloud over her heart.

Half of Li didn't speak. At this time, he didn't care about being polite to the proprietress any more. He took the magnifying glass tremblingly, and lay down on the scroll again to look at it seriously.

"..."

Chu Ang shook his head, his eyes had already left half of Li.

In his opinion, this matter was over when Half Zhang Li took over the magnifying glass!
False... is false, it can't be true!

The name of "Half Zhang Li" has made the old man's reputation, but today he is destined to suffer from his reputation!
Chu Ang strolled around the shop in a leisurely manner, and now the proprietress no longer babbled in his ears, because her attention was all on Zhou Chen's calligraphy.

"Bang!"

A few minutes later, half of the magnifying glass in Li's hand slipped to the ground, and the whole person's mind became haggard, as if he had aged dozens of years all of a sudden.

The proprietress hurried forward and asked, "Mr. Li...how is it?"

Old Li's lips were pale and his face was haggard.Trembling all over, "This painting is a patchwork...half-truth...it's the old man, I was careless!"

"what?"

"Half-truth, half-false, pieced together?"

The customers of Daya Zhaiyuan were in an uproar and talked a lot.

The proprietress's expression changed drastically, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the two shop assistants beside her helped her up, but even so, her mental state was not as good as before, and she even felt a little unstable!

"Boss lady..."

Chu Ang walked over slowly, with a half-smile on his face, and pointed to the other two paintings, "These two... wrap them up for me too, and today I will let you know what is called the Raptors Crossing the River!"

Hearing this, everyone changed again.

Are the other two fake?How can it be!

"..."

Half of Li suddenly raised his head, glanced at the scroll Chu Ang was pointing to in disbelief, and found that the other two scrolls were also made by him.

"Call the police... call the police!"

Half of Zhang Li collapsed and collapsed on the ground, "Please come back, boss!"

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