Boss Zhen is a sensible person. What Wu Zhifei said means that he is not optimistic at all. There are big problems with this painting. Whether it is sent for appraisal or not is no longer important.

Wu Fufei would not say that without being 70% or 80% sure, but because of his face, he just asked him to send it for appraisal tactfully instead of directly saying that this was a high imitation.

Sure enough, after hearing what Wu Fufei said, everyone who was watching suddenly dispersed, and Wu Fufei also walked towards the rest area.

Boss Zhen stood in a daze. He spent a lot of money to buy this painting. He even mortgaged his family's house for this painting. He was clearly optimistic about it. How could it be a high imitation?

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If there is no way to sell it in places like Boyage, then he doesn't know where else he can sell it? Put it on an antique street to fool people? Who is stupid?

"Mr. Wu, please give me the right words!" Boss Zhen, after pondering for a moment, regardless of being rude, grabbed Wu Fei and said hurriedly.

Wu Dianfei saw the pleading in his eyes, and immediately sighed softly, and then said: "Boss Zhen, if you want to hear the truth, I will tell you directly."

"Tell me..." Boss Zhen said anxiously.

"As far as my old man is concerned, this should be a high imitation of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. It is also made of old paper that has dated, but it is definitely not from the Song Dynasty. I judge that it should be from the Ming Dynasty. The imitator is definitely a master.

, just this handwriting and painting, even my old man was almost blinded by him. If the paper hadn't exposed the secret, I'm really not sure." Wu Difei said.

Song Huizong was the emperor of the Song Dynasty. Even his old emperor could not paint on the paper of the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, if Wu Zifei determines that this is indeed the paper of the Ming Dynasty, then there is no doubt that this painting is a high imitation.

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"Because it is not a copy by a famous artist, my old man estimated that the market price of this painting is around 20,000 yuan at most." Wu Zifei said, shook his head, turned around and left, ignoring the stunned Boss Zhen.

All the people watching have dispersed. This is a high imitation, and it is not copied by a famous artist. Who is interested in buying it? Except for some antique dealers, the people who come here are all rich or expensive, and they want to take it.

All things are required to be relatively high-end.

They really don't like low-end gadgets. For example, Duanmu Baolian's mutton-fat jade and secret-color porcelain are all in high demand, but the remaining items from antique merchants are not too easy to sell.

Although Duanmu Baolian was standing in the rest area, she was very concerned about Boss Zhen. Seeing that everyone had dispersed and Boss Zhen looked a little lost, she immediately walked over.

"Hehe, hello, Boss Zhen!" Duanmu Baolian said with a cheerful smile.

"Oh... Hello, little girl!" Boss Zhen said with a forced smile on his face.

"Is this painting still for sale?" Duanmu Baolian asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Boss Zhen was stunned for a moment. Wu Zifei had made it clear just now. Didn't she hear it?

"I can't afford the real thing, but I like this little chicken very much." Duanmu Baolian pointed at the three tender yellow chickens and said with a smile, "I want to buy them and hang them in my study. It's just right.

, you are complete including the paper."

"Boss Baolian, are you stupid?" Jin Rongruo reminded her in a low voice that he was very interested in Duanmu Baolian. Wu Zifei happened to say that this painting was a high imitation, so he was going to go chat with her, and it was almost a trick. Unexpectedly,
Chapter completed!