Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 44 Feeling Compassionate
Facing his eyes and cutting water, Shen Yunfeng joked: "If I say I like you, would you believe me?"

The middle-aged man almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, deliberately dropped the box in his hand, and then tried to break free from Shen Yunfeng's palm, and ran out of Hengxing Antique Store at the right time, but Song Yijiang's cold eyes hiding behind his glasses , so that he could not make up his mind.

Song Zhong was caught by Shen Yunfeng's sudden "big trick". In just ten seconds, five or six changes appeared on his angry face, full of bitterness, heartbreak, helplessness and grief.

Who is Liang Bingru?That was the spiritual pillar that supported him to come to Hengxing to work every day, and now Shen Yunfeng was brazenly "teasing" Liang Bingru in front of everyone, it would kill him more than cutting out his heart and lungs with a knife.

If he wasn't worried that he would be kicked by Shen Yunfeng, Song Zhong would have rushed to tear Shen Yunfeng's mouth.

Hearing Shen Yunfeng's clear and pleasant "love words", Liang Tingru's face only slightly blushed, and she did not avoid Shen Yunfeng's piercing eyes.

Normally, she would have been annoyed and cursed a few times before turning and going upstairs, but at this moment, Liang Bingru knew that there were more important things waiting for her to unravel the mystery than scolding Shen Yunfeng for being rude.

Because the faint blush that appeared on the cheeks slowly spread to the back of the neck, making the current Liang Bingru more vivid and charming.

Although Shen Yunfeng had already read a little anger from the girl's eyes, he still couldn't help being slightly distracted.

"Cough cough!"

A light cough instantly brought Shen Yunfeng back to reality.

"Tell me, what's going on here?" Liang Bingru pursed her lips and continued to ask.

Shen Yunfeng let go of the middle-aged man's wrist, guarded the store door, motioned Liang Bingru to stand beside him, then looked at Song Yijiang and Song Zhong's uncle and nephew, pointing at the middle-aged man and said: "The little boss told me that he would buy it for 280 million. Tang Sancai, I have some doubts."

"Then, when I opened it and took a closer look, it was exactly as I thought. His antique is not genuine at all. At best, it is a pretty good imitation made during the Republic of China."

"Hey, if it's a genuine product, it will sell for at least 500 million yuan in this size. If it's sold through an auction house, it's not surprising that it sells for 800 million yuan."

"You are really good at acting. You pretended to be in need of money urgently, and even used the pretense of paying wages to migrant workers in order to win the sympathy of my small boss, creating an image of you as a good citizen who abides by the law regardless of personal gain or loss."

Shen Yunfeng's playful eyes were like picking out meat and picking out a knife, making it impossible for the middle-aged man to avoid and hide.

Liang Bingru stood beside Shen Yunfeng, looking at Uncle Song Yijiang and the middle-aged man in front of him, and noticed the subtle changes on their faces when Shen Yunfeng said these words.

Especially when she saw Song Yijiang's gradually pale face, her brows frowned.

"Master Song, although I wasn't in the store at first, I can imagine how you persuaded the little boss to buy this fake." Shen Yunfeng set his sights on Song Yijiang and said in a deep voice, "You and I, although There is a gap in my heart, but I respect you as a senior, and I have repeatedly tolerated your previous attacks. Today, you did such a nasty thing that I am sorry to Hengxing and Boss Liang, but it taught me a good lesson and made me fully understand it. Know your true face."

Song Yijiang looked up at Shen Yunfeng, with layers of viciousness gushing from the bottom of his eyes.

Song Zhong's lips were trembling, and he was pulling the front of his clothes with both hands, looking nervously at his second uncle Song Yijiang, with a look of constant panic.

As for the middle-aged man, after being pushed away by Shen Yunfeng, he retreated to the front of the counter, lowered his head, the severe pain caused by the swelling in his wrist made him dare not even breathe out.

"You mean, Master Song insisted on persuading me to buy it even though he knew it was a fake?" Liang Bingru turned to look at Shen Yunfeng, "And I hear what you mean, this matter was premeditated by the two of them. "

She pointed to the middle-aged man who was strong on the outside but on the inside.

"I didn't." Song Yijiang almost shouted these three words at the throat.

Because, having been in the antique industry for more than 20 years, he knows better than anyone present that once he is convicted of cooperating with outsiders to trap the boss, he will never be able to stay in the Guanzhong antique circle from now on.

Looking at Song Yijiang's ashen face, Shen Yunfeng felt a little compassion.

As an outsider, he knows very well how difficult it is to survive without relatives in this city of Guanzhong. Song Yijiang came to Guanzhong from Lihe County 25 years ago, and his experience must have been mixed with many hardships.

"Master Song, at 134:[-] in the morning, I will go out and take bus No. [-] to Changping Street." Shen Yunfeng looked at Song Yijiang indifferently, "When I pass West Street, the time is about [-]:[-]."

"I say that, Master Song should understand what I mean. Some things are useless to say too much. I don't need to teach you how to end this matter, right?"

Song Yijiang heard a long sigh from the bottom of his heart, he took a deep look at Shen Yunfeng, nodded slowly, then walked over to take off his coat from the hanger, and walked slowly towards the door.

As for the file bag that he carried in his hand when he came to work every morning, it was left alone, Song Yijiang didn't even look at it, naturally, he didn't intend to take it away.

When he walked past the middle-aged man, he didn't say a word, just looked at each other.

Seeing Song Yijiang and the middle-aged man walking towards the door, Liang Bingru hesitated whether to let Kaifang and them leave, and unconsciously looked at Shen Yunfeng, wanting Shen Yunfeng to come up with an idea for her.

Shen Yunfeng remained calm and took a step to the left, leaving a gap, and Liang Bingru took two small steps to the right almost at the same time, without any hesitation.

Song Yijiang walked to the door, paused for a moment, turned his head and cupped his hands towards Liang Bingru, opened the door and walked out, completely without the aura that was overwhelming him before.

Liang Bingru pursed her lips and said to the door: "Master Song, I will transfer your salary to you."

Shen Yunfeng raised his eyebrows and glanced at Liang Binru.

The middle-aged man was holding the box and was about to go out with his body bent, when an arm suddenly stretched out blocked his way.

He looked up at Shen Yunfeng with a bitter face, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "Master Shen, I know I was wrong. Your lord has a lot, let me go."

"Leave the box." Shen Yunfeng said calmly.

Tone, beyond doubt.

"what?"

"I spent 3000 yuan."

The middle-aged man still wanted to talk, but seeing Shen Yunfeng's expressionless face, he knew that even if he broke his mouth, he couldn't take his things away.

Reluctantly, he put down the box and ran away in despair.

In the direction Song Yijiang left.

Shen Yunfeng glanced thoughtfully at the box left by the middle-aged man, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Well, little boss, I'll see off my second uncle." Song Zhong moved a few steps, walked to a place three to five meters away from Liang Bingru, and asked for instructions in a low voice.

"Well, you go." Liang Bingru nodded.

Song Zhong said "Thank you, little boss", and walked towards the door quickly. When passing by the door of the store, he took a quick look at Shen Yunfeng, opened the door of the store, and walked out quickly.

At this time, Shen Yunfeng was standing near the door, Liang Bingru had already walked to the counter, and neither of them spoke.

Hengxing Antique Store fell into a brief silence.

Ten minutes later, Liang Bingru spoke, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was saying to Shen Yunfeng: "Song Zhong said he was giving someone away, if my prediction is correct, he will not come back after leaving. "

Shen Yunfeng nodded, but did not speak.

Liang Bingru looked at Shen Yunfeng, waiting for him to speak.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Shen Yunfeng was just looking at the box on the ground, and seemed to have no intention of speaking, he said again: "Shen Yunfeng, why did you have to let that person keep this fake Tang Sancai? You don't think it is The workmanship is good, are you going to take it home and display it?"

(End of this chapter)