Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

Inoue looked at Chen Yang and handed the check to Qin Haofeng with a smile, and asked Qin Haofeng to deposit it and see if the money would arrive.

Seeing Chen Yang collect his money, Inoue asked Chen Yang seriously, "Chen Sang, since you collected the money, what about my things? When can you return yours to me?"

"Something?" Chen Yang chuckled, "Mr. Inoue, don't just stand around. Let's sit down and talk."

"Don't you have to look for something? I can't give it to you until I find it! I don't have the thing in my hand, how can I give it to you?"

Issei Inoue looked at Chen Yang with a gloomy expression, "Mr. Chen, you won't take my money and refuse to give me something, or if you can't find it, then won't my money be wasted? How can you guarantee it?" "

Chen Yang glanced at Inoue Yisheng and took a sip of tea. "Mr. Inoue, who can guarantee that you will find something when you are looking for it? There is a 50% chance of finding or not finding it. It's just a gamble. That’s all.”

"Let's do this. You give me a week. If I can't find what you need within a week, I will return the 500,000 yuan to you intact. How about that?"

After listening to what Chen Yang said, Inoue stared at Chen Yang closely. I really don't know what Chen Yang is up to. The thing is in your hand, can't you just give it to me?

Those two medals, even if they were bought, were worthless things. He was the only one willing to spend so much money to buy them back. Didn't he know that?

But after hearing what Chen Yang said, Inoue left a message, hoping that Mr. Chen would keep his promise, and then left directly.

Compliance with commitments? How is that possible? This guy is still delusional that he will let him go so easily? Inoue, Inoue, please tell me that you little devils are smart, can't you see that the fun has just begun?

"Master Ye, I brought back Li Tang's silk painting!" In the evening, Uncle Yan handed the painting tube to Ye Hui.

"Okay, give Xiao Shanzi credit!" Ye Hui put down the brush in his hand, took the painting tube to another table, and prepared to spread out the silk.

"Chen Yang, Chen Yang, what about the Li Tang silk book you worked so hard for? Isn't it in my hands?" Ye Hui showed a proud expression on his face.

Ye Hui looked at the silk book on the table. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. It was indeed written by everyone. Both the composition and the use of brushes were very particular. The mountains ranged from far to near, giving people a majestic feeling.

"Not bad, not bad," Ye Hui looked at the silk book with a smile, "Uncle Yan, come and take a look, it has to be everyone, this is called painting!"

Uncle Yan stood behind Ye Hui and looked at it with the corners of his mouth curled up. As long as the young master is happy, that's fine, "Yes, young master, this is a good use of ink. One point more will make it deeper, and one point less will not highlight the momentum of the mountain; When I look at this Yongjuan, I feel that she is quite particular, and I haven’t seen her before.”

Ye Hui put his hands behind his back and nodded with a smile, "Uncle Yan, you have made great progress over the years. It is not easy for you to be able to say so much."

"This is Shuang Sijuan, that's not..." Ye Huigang said this, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he suddenly turned to look at Uncle Yan and asked, "Uncle Yan, what did you just say?"

"Ah?" Uncle Yan was stunned for a moment, "Master, I just said that I have never seen such good silk. Compared with the silks in our collection, this quality is obviously better."

After Ye Hui listened, he lowered his head and looked at the silk book carefully, stroked it gently with his hand, and finally threw the magnifying glass in his hand at the silk book and said, "This is a fake!"

Fake? How is this possible? Xiao Shanzi stole a fake painting from Chen Yang?

"Master, this is impossible!" Later, Uncle Yan told Ye Hui the situation, "Xiao Shanzi told me that it is difficult to steal silk books around Chen Yang. He took advantage of this time to rent the silk books to Chen Yang At the National Gallery, Kosugi went to the hotel in person at night, stole the silk book, and gave it to me right away, how could it be wrong?"

"If Chen Yang rented a fake to the National Gallery of Art, then the two people at the National Art Museum should also have discovered it."

Ye Hui sat on the chair and frowned. This is a fake, so I just paid attention to the painting style and forgot about the silk.

In ancient times, silk was all hand-woven. Since it is hand-woven silk, there must be flaws. For example, some silk will be slightly highlighted, some places will be thinner, and some places will be sparse.

As for this silk scroll, there are no flaws on the silk. Judging from the sparseness and the silk used in the silk, it is definitely machine-woven. Since the silk is not right, this silk must be a fake.

After listening to Uncle Yan's explanation, Ye Hui smiled bitterly and sighed heavily, "I didn't expect that we helped Chen Yang unintentionally!"

"Master, what do you mean?" Uncle Yan obviously hadn't figured it out yet and asked Ye Hui.

"Uncle Yan, in the antique circle, no matter how good the relationship between the two people is, this object cannot be rented." Ye Hui sat on the chair and slowly explained to Uncle Yan, "If I lend you something, if it gets into your hands, If it is knocked, bumped, or damaged, you have to pay compensation according to the price. The price is what people say."

"Chen Yang had no intention of renting the genuine works to the art museum. All the ones Chen Yang showed them before were all genuine. Before leaving, Chen Yang got the two of them drunk, and then took out a fake for them to examine. .”

"Think about it. They were so drunk that they were so drunk that they had problems with their eyesight. They couldn't see it accurately. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Yang handed over the fake to the people at the art museum."

Uncle Yan nodded after hearing this, and then thought for a moment, "That's not right, young master. If someone wakes up and finds out it's a fake, don't they have to go back and look for it?"

"Go back and look for it?" Ye Hui sneered, "Uncle Yan, the basic rule of the antique shop is that if you leave your hands, you will not return anything!"

Uncle Yan slapped his head fiercely, "I understand, once the thing is in the hands of the museum, even if it is a fake, there is no way to look back. When I gave it to you, it was a genuine thing, but when it gets into your hands, it becomes a fake. That's obvious. Even if you changed it for me, they wouldn’t be able to say anything right.”

"From now on, when I meet people, I will tell everyone that I rented Li Tang's silk to the art museum, but the real thing is in his own hands. This way no one will care about it. Chen Yang is so clever!"

Ye Hui nodded, "Not only that, the art museum has to pay rent to Chen Yang every year. If he doesn't pay, Chen Yang will have to return the silk book, and they can't get it out, so they can only be dumb and eat coptis!"

"This time we stole all the fakes back and made the art museum bear the responsibility of losing Li Tang's silks. Tell me, have we done Chen Yang a big favor?"

The next day, Guo Fangbai and Zheng Hai got off the train. They didn't even return home. They ran directly to the work unit and knocked on the door of the leader's office. Guo Fangbai smiled at the leader and said, "Leader, you have successfully completed the task. We have brought back Li Tang's silk book." !”

"Quick, open it and let me see it!" Curator Yuan stood up from behind his desk excitedly and motioned to the two of them to open the silk book.

The moment they opened the painting tube, the three of them were stunned. There was a piece of rice paper inside, which was not silk at all. Opening the rice paper and looking at the contents of the painting, Guo Fangbai and Zheng Hai turned pale.

Curator Yuan stood in front of the painting and looked at the two of them with wide eyes, "What you brought back is not Li Tang's silk. What you brought back is Li Tang's old man's head!"

"Pah, pah!" Director Yuan rounded his arms and slapped each of them, "Where's the silk book?"