Rebirth: 1977

Capital

Xiao Mao, who was beside Ye Tianshui, had been taking a few of his men to follow Fang Minghui and several people who had a "business" relationship with Fang Minghui.

I saw Fang Minghui go to an antique shop, and then I saw him sell an ancient painting.

"Sir, if your painting is real, it would be worth about three to five thousand.

It's a pity that it is a replica. However, fortunately it is a high-quality imitation. If you really want to sell it, our store can accept it.

Nowadays, after some wealthy families renovate their houses, if they don’t have authentic ancient paintings, they are willing to buy some imitations to hang in the central hall.

It’s just that the price can’t be raised any higher.”

Xiao Mao also wore a pair of husky sunglasses in winter, with curly hair on his head, and dressed in the fashionable and somewhat informal style of young people.

He looked at everything in the store carefully, but his ears were perked up as he listened to the owner of the antique shop fooling Fang Minghui.

His eyes glanced at the painting that Fang Minghui took out to sell.

Xiao Mao knew nothing about these things, but he was sure that the things taken from Fang Minghui were unlikely to be counterfeits.

Because he knew that Fang Minghui had stolen the painting from his mother's house.

Use your toes to think, after Fang Weilin confiscated Zhu Mingzhu's house and fined her, and Zhu Mingzhu moved from the big villa to a 30-square-meter house, the ancient painting was still well preserved. Could it be a "high imitation"?

They sneaked into Zhu Mingzhu's home and searched it carefully. It was a small place and everything was in plain sight. They really couldn't tell where these things could be hidden.

Even an amateur like Xiao Mao could guess that the shop owner was fooling Fang Minghui. Does the real person know this?

Fang Minghui, who was not a smart man, now wanted to turn this painting into a picture of unity.

You can let him eat, drink, play and...suck.

"Stop talking nonsense, I never have fakes in my house, let alone high-end imitations.

Don't think I know nothing. When I couldn't walk, I lay on these paintings and did somersaults.

Don't try to play tricks on me. Just tell me a real price. How much do you want to buy it for? If I'm not satisfied with the price you give me, this is not your only store."

Fang Minghui interrupted the shop owner impatiently.

After all, he was once a rich and powerful man. Although he did not understand the true value of the painting, he was belittled by the other party and of course understood that the other party was trying to rob him.

How could he tolerate such gossip and slander of his own paintings!

High imitation? Haha, he actually said that. How could it be fake if it was hidden so well by his parents?

"Ugh······"

The shop owner was embarrassed and looked carefully again with a magnifying glass, then hesitantly raised two fingers:

"Sir, this number has reached the top."

Xiao Mao looked at the shop owner showing off with a teasing expression. According to his feeling, if he found the right person, this painting could probably be sold for 20,000 yuan, right?

Although he didn't know how to distinguish real paintings from fake ones, he knew from the shop owner's sly eyes after he authenticated the painting and the way his hands holding the painting trembled with excitement that he was extremely excited and his heart was probably about to jump out of his throat.

Xiao Mao knew that the shop owner was going to make a fortune today.

Although Fang Minghui's words were harsh, he no longer had the capital to be harsh. He was like meat on a chopping board, and could only be slaughtered at will.

It's just bluffing.

It's nothing more than wanting the other party to give a better offer when they make an offer.

Even if he knew he was going to be slaughtered, he could only stretch his neck and clean himself up to be slaughtered.

There was no way, he couldn't make a fuss. He bet his own mother wouldn't notice that these things were missing for a while.

He was very cautious and didn't dare to take more out of greed, so he only took two. If you didn't count carefully, you wouldn't notice.

What reassured him was that there were nearly twenty paintings of various sizes in the cabinet.

Even if his mother found out one day, Fang Minghui was sure that his mother would not dare to make it known to everyone.

Fang Minghui stared blankly at the shop owner's two fingers, thinking about what the boss had just said, 'If it's real, it could be worth three to five thousand.'

He wanted to swear that the painting was definitely authentic, but he didn't have the money to hire an antique expert to help him authenticate it.

For example, the former "Mr. Zhai" usually could not travel with items that had been appraised by him.

You can ask him to appraise it once. It used to cost one or two hundred yuan, but now, no one can hire him without one or two thousand yuan.

Fang Minghui held on to a glimmer of hope and pretended to be stupid and asked:

"Two thousand? You only give me two thousand for a painting like this?

What a joke! "

Fang Minghui raised his eyebrows, his attitude was firm, and he said hatefully:

“It is said that your family is honest and never cheats anyone, and never gives anyone a chance to take advantage of something they have lost.

Why did I miss you today?

My paintings are really too real! If I wasn't short of money, who would be willing to exchange them for money?

Five thousand! I won’t sell it for a penny less!”

Xiao Mao was sitting in front of the tea table where the shop owner entertained customers. He almost laughed when he saw Fang Minghui bargaining anxiously.

He quickly picked up the teacup and put it to his lips to cover the slightly upturned corners of his lips.

This is an antique street. As long as customers walk in, whether they buy anything or not, the shop owners will politely invite you to have a cup of tea.

Then, introduce you to things that interest you.

Xiao Mao is a frequent customer here. When the owner saw him, he wanted to go up and greet him, but he gave him a look and pushed him back.

When the shopkeeper heard Fang Minghui say "two thousand" and "five thousand", he pretended not to hear and said lazily:

"Sir, this painting of yours is a high-quality imitation. Do you understand what a high-quality imitation is? I'll take it for two hundred yuan.

You want to sell it for 5,000? Don’t dream. If you don’t believe me, go ask other stores.”

He leaned close to Fang Minghui and whispered:

“Sir, I don’t care where you got this painting. After you leave here, we will not disclose your information even if someone asks.

This is the rule in our industry.

But if you want to make a big fuss, then that’s your business.”

His tone was light, but his words were full of threats.

"Let's quit while we're ahead. Two hundred yuan is more than what many people can earn after working hard for a month.

dont you agree? "

These words hit Fang Minghui right in the heart.

Of course he didn't dare to make a fuss, and he even needed the store owner to help him keep it secret.

"You can't be so cruel, can you? You clearly know that my painting is real, but you insist on saying it's a 'high imitation'.

If I wasn't short of money, would I be willing to sell my ancestral property?"

Fang Minghui's eyes were no longer bright due to drug abuse, but he had satisfied his addiction before coming out, so when he glared at the shop owner, there was a fierce look in his eyes.

The shop owner laughed:

"If you pretend to be real, then the real will become fake. To open a business, you must have mutual consent.

Sir, let's make a concession. I said, your imitation of this painting is very good, I will add another fifty yuan, two hundred and fifty, I will take it.

Any higher and I’ll lose money.”

The shop owner negotiated with a sincere attitude.

Fang Minghui was so angry at his boss' stingy look that he was silent for a while and said with a determined heart:

"Five hundred dollars! Any less and I'll go to another store!"

At this time, a young man who looked like a shop assistant ran out from the back:

"Boss, there's a call for you, go answer it."

The boss was about to leave when he saw Fang Minghui's murderous look. He sighed, carefully put away the painting, and told the clerk:

"Give this gentleman five hundred dollars. Don't forget to ask him to sign the receipt. The payment and goods have been settled. We will not be responsible after you leave the counter.

go Go.

Sir, I have urgent matters to attend to, so I won't greet you.

Come and have tea when you have time. If you have anything good in the future, bring it to my shop.

Please believe that in this entire antique street, only our Nian En Zhai can absolutely guarantee "honesty". "