The strongest Fuka

Chapter 55 True Value

One of the shoppers was the potbellied owner of Pinxuange in a suit, and the other was the focus of everyone—an elegant old man in a Tang suit.

"Who is he?" Shasha couldn't help being curious when she saw Ma Youhao walking in front of the old man in Tang suit respectfully.

Wang Ya stared at the old man with wide-eyed eyes. She was shocked and explained, "Old Feng is a representative figure in our Chinese antique circle, and one of the founders of the cultural and entertainment circle in Kyoto. He enjoys subsidies from the State Council and has many disciples. , and was on the cover of Times three years ago, I didn't expect Uncle Huang to be so powerful that even Old Feng could be invited here."

The Uncle Huang she was talking about was Huang Ren, the boss of Pinxuan Pavilion.

In order to invite Mr. Feng from the capital, he didn't know how much thought he had spent, but as long as he got Mr. Feng's approval, he would be able to make a living in the literary and entertainment circle of Kyoto, even the cultural and entertainment circle of the entire Yang City would definitely be indispensable. His Pinxuan Pavilion!

Huang Ren also noticed Tang Bao and others in the store, but he didn't take it seriously when he saw it was a group of little guys, and said to Old Feng with a smile on his face, "Old Feng, please come here, I have heard that you prefer ancient paintings, I I just received a picture not long ago—”

Before the words were finished, Old Feng stretched out his hand to interrupt, and looked at something in surprise, "Huh, this painting?"

Boss Huang shut up immediately, and followed Elder Feng's line of sight suspiciously. He saw Tang Bao, and then caught a glimpse of the picture of a tiger descending the mountain in Tang Bao's hand, and couldn't help but feel a sudden jump in his heart.

Mr. Feng walked over quickly, seeing that Tang Bao was about to put away the painting, he hurriedly said, "Young man, can you lend me the painting in your hand?"

The movement in Tang Bao's hands paused, and he looked calmly.

However, at this moment, the entire second floor fell silent.

Who is Mr. Feng?
The master of the literary and entertainment circle!

But now he is actually interested in the painting in the hands of a young boy!

Could it be! ! !

Ma Youhao's face changed slightly.

He thought of Tang Bao's chuckle before - "Who said this is a fake painting?", and his heart skipped a beat.

Am I really blind?

On one side, Wang Ya looked surprised, and the middle-aged shop assistant who had been sneering at Tang Bao before was even more panicked.

No, won't it?
Shasha and Song Zhiwei looked curious, and they both looked at Tang Bao.

Tang Bao looked at Mr. Feng who was walking quickly, nodded slightly, and handed over the drawing.

Of course, Mr. Feng didn't dare to take the painting casually like Tang Bao did. Instead, he took the white gloves from Boss Huang who was handing over the painting like a dog's leg, and then took the painting carefully.

Compared to Boss Huang's suspicion, Ma Youhao and the middle-aged clerk were a little embarrassed.

It's just that they still have a little luck——

Old Feng is definitely on a whim!This painting is definitely a fake!
however!
Feng Lao's next words shattered their illusions,

"I really like the painting of the tiger descending the mountain. Is the little brother interested in reselling it? I'll offer [-]!"

The narrow slit in Boss Huang's eyes revealed his light.

On the side, Ma Youhao and the middle-aged clerk looked like they had lost their parents, their expressions were ugly and weird.

"Tang Bao just spent [-] yuan to buy it. You spend [-] yuan to buy it back?" Shasha was the first to express dissatisfaction.

Old Feng was not embarrassed when he heard the words, he smiled as if he had suddenly realized, and continued to say gently, "That was indeed my abruptness, then—how about fifty thousand?"

A direct price increase of [-]!

And without hesitation!

At this moment, even Rusha covered her mouth and looked at Huatu in surprise.

Is this painting really worth [-] yuan?
Song Zhiwei and Wang Ya looked together.

For these little girls who have not yet left school, 5 yuan is like a sky-high price, and the person who gets so much money is a boy of their age.

Compared to the shock of these little girls, what Ma Youhao and the others saw had depth.

For a big player in the entertainment circle, would he spend 5 yuan on a fake for no reason?
joke!

Ma Youhao's face was a bit ugly, his eyes were fixed on the painting, he couldn't figure it out, this painting is obviously a fake!

The middle-aged clerk who had ridiculed Tang Bao before was already flustered, thinking how could this be possible?

Everyone looked at Tang Bao, puzzled, shocked, envious...

It's a pity that, facing the temptation of Feng Lao's 5 yuan, Tang Bao just shook his head calmly as before, and spit out two words, "Not for sale."

not for sale?

The little girls like Wang Ya froze for a moment, but before they could recall their astonishment, they heard Feng Laoyu say, "One hundred thousand!"

Even Ma Youhao was shocked at this moment.

One hundred thousand?

Just this broken... Just this painting is really worth a hundred thousand?
Of course he didn't dare to question Old Feng's vision.

Involuntarily, his gaze shifted from the painting he judged as a fake to Tang Bao's calm face.

This kid...could he also see the true value of this painting?
He really didn't dare to imagine how much the real value of a painting that would allow Mr. Feng to pay [-] yuan...ten times?Or dozens of times?
On the side, Boss Huang looked surprised when he heard Mr. Feng blurt out one hundred thousand, but it was obvious that Mr. Feng was not joking, so he narrowed his eyes and stared at the picture of the tiger descending the mountain in Mr. Feng's hand, as if he was planning some small calculation .

But what he also couldn't understand was that this painting didn't look like a famous painting?

Could it be that Mr. Feng is so hot because he likes tigers?
Do not make jokes!
Just when everyone was having their own concerns, Tang Bao spoke up.

"Not for sale."

Everyone froze.

One hundred thousand?

It's not for sale yet!

The middle-aged clerk just felt his head was in a daze.

One hundred thousand, how many years can he earn one hundred thousand at once?

Ignoring the puzzled and shocked gazes of others, Tang Bao took the painting, ignored Feng Lao's resentful gaze, quickly rolled it up, and then said, "Rustle, let's go."

Shasha and Song Zhiwei were about to move.

"Wait! Wait, little brother, make a price!" Feng Lao hurriedly said, his eyes fixed on the wooden tube in Tang Bao's hand.

Tang Bao stopped, and looked over with a half-smile, "Are you sure you want me to make an offer? Since I bought it before, it means that my vision is much higher than some people, and I won't be fooled casually."

Hearing this, Ma Youhao and the middle-aged clerk blushed, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Seeing this, Mr. Feng sneered, without pretending to be arrogant, and cupped his hands with an apologetic smile, "It's my old Feng Menglang, ashamed and ashamed! But my little friend has good eyesight. I didn't expect that even though I was young, I could see it at a glance. It’s a picture-in-picture, and the younger generation is terrifying.”

picture in picture?
When everyone heard the words, they collectively lost their voices. Almost at the same time, everyone stared at the wooden tube in Tang Bao's hand.

Especially Ma Youhao's eyes were shocked, full of disbelief.

This...is actually a picture-in-picture?
Damn, I should have thought of that sooner!
Ma Youhao thought through all this, with a look of regret and annoyance on his face, when he looked at Tang Bao again, his contempt had disappeared, but he was full of puzzlement.

How old is he?

Thinking that Tang Bao didn't even use any tools before and bought the painting without a second thought, Ma Youhao was full of puzzlement in his heart.

Is he a monster?
(End of this chapter)