When the store owner opened the third layer of paper, the eyes of the old man and the two bodyguards were attracted, and their breathing became slightly quickened.

Although he knew that Li Jun was going to be punched in the eyes, at this moment, he still felt like a lottery draw.

At this moment, the store owner shook his hand and "thumped", causing a crack in the layer that had just been lifted up.

The old man's heart skipped a beat.

He said speechlessly: "A good painting, now ruined like this, costs 80,000 yuan."

The two bodyguards even showed pity in their eyes.

This kid is dressed so ordinary, he doesn't look like a rich man. The 80,000 yuan may be the savings from several years of work. If you follow others to pick up missing items in the antique market, it will be wasted right now, right?

However, the shop owner couldn't help but swallowed, ignored the torn area, and continued to peel it off.

As a whole piece of paper was slowly opened.

Suddenly the store fell into silence.

Under the third layer of rice paper, a lifelike picture of a maid reveals her true face.

Although it is somewhat similar to the first layer that was peeled off before, anyone who knows a little bit about painters can see that it is extraordinary at a glance.

The previous one looked dull and lifeless, while the lower one seemed to be coming to life.

In particular, it is covered with dense seals, all of which prove that the following painting is authentic.

The shop owner looked at this painting and his body swayed.

I sold the original work of Tang Bohu for 80,000 yuan, and I lost all my pants.

It is not a problem to sell an authentic work of Tang Bohu for 10 million, and it may even fetch a higher price at auction.

"Although this painting is well disguised, the framing technique of a fake is actually an antique decoration."

"The materials used in general antique decoration pools, whether they are sky poles, ground-stemmed wooden poles, paper tubes, shaft heads, etc., are all selected from the best, but the materials used in this painting are very ordinary."

"Since such a complicated framing process is used, but the wood used is the worst material, it shows that someone wants to hide something."

Li Jun explained calmly.

At this moment, the old man's look at Li Jun had completely changed.

I also consider myself an old expert in antiques. I just studied the scroll for half an hour, but it was not as good as what this young man could see at a glance.

"My little brother is awesome. My name is Zhou Bingkun. I like collecting antiques. My little brother is an expert. Maybe we can communicate more."

"Since you like collecting antiques, do you have any good jade?"

Li Jun's eyes lit up. It was not easy to find a good piece of jade in this antique market. On the contrary, those experienced players often collected many treasures in their hands.

If the other party has it, he can buy it.

"Of course, I also like to collect jade, there are many good things."

"I have an antique museum on Nancha Street. I will hold an exhibition at the museum in exactly three days. Then my little friends can come and have a look. If you like any of the items, you can just take them away."

Zhou Bingkun saw that Li Jun was not like ordinary people and wanted to make friends with him.

But Li Jun shook his head.

He doesn't want to be rewarded for his merits, and he doesn't want to owe others favors because of a piece of jade.

And this old man doesn't look like someone who can do business at a loss.

"Okay, see you in three days."

Li Jun asked the shop owner to wrap up the painting and paid two thousand for the craftsmanship?

The owner of the shop is in severe pain now, but as a rule of the antique business, there is no regret in bidding. If he was slapped in the eye, he can't blame others.

After leaving the shop, Li Jun went directly back to Xizitang Villa.

On the other side, Bai Wei and others came to a bar.

The lights are dim.

As soon as Zhang Chao and others sat down, a bald middle-aged man came over.

The middle-aged man was tall and thick, with a dragon crossing the river tattooed on his body. He had a strong aura of rivers and lakes.

This made Bai Wei and the girls nervous for a moment.

Unexpectedly, when the middle-aged man came over, he immediately laughed and said, "Isn't this Mr. Zhang? Mr. Zhang comes to my place and makes my place full of glory."

With that said, he asked the waiter to give Zhang Chao and his group a bottle of good wine as a gift.

After saying that, he left.

Zhang Chao immediately felt that Beier had face.

Even Bai Wei looked at Zhang Chao with a bit more admiration.

"Zhang Chao is so proud. The owner of the bar even came over to say hello himself."

"That's why Zhang Chao never comes here without spending tens of thousands of dollars, but he is their God of Wealth."

Amidst the compliments from the people around him, Zhang Chao couldn't help but feel proud.

The next moment, he took the initiative to raise his glass.

"Bai Wei, come and have a drink together."

"Have a drink."

The people around him cheered.

Bai Wei's cheeks could not help but blush slightly, but she did not refuse.

A glass of wine.

Zhang Chao hurriedly poured another glass for Bai Wei.

After a while, Bai Wei felt a little dizzy.

At this time, the bar gradually became more crowded.

A young man who had drunk too much staggered over and accidentally bumped Zhang Chao, who was standing up to raise a glass, and the drink spilled all over him.

Zhang Chao suddenly became furious and cursed: "You don't have fucking eyes."

The young man was not a good person, so he just opened his mouth and scolded him back.

He even sent greetings to all eighteen generations of Zhang Chao's ancestors.

Zhang Chao had already drank some wine, but now in front of so many girls, of course he couldn't admit defeat.

So evil grew out of courage, and with one kick the young man flew more than two meters away.

After all, Zhang Chao had practiced Sanda, and even two or three strong men couldn't get close to him.

The young man was kicked to the ground and screamed in pain. After a few minutes, he limped up from the ground and yelled: "Wait."

After saying that, he ran outside the bar.

Zhang Chao didn't care, he picked up the beer and made a small whirlpool.

But the bar owner on the second floor couldn't help but show a bit of worry in his eyes.

"Keep drinking, keep playing."

Zhang Chao laughed loudly.

A little gangster, he didn't take it seriously at all.

But not long after, a "bang" was heard, and a group of 1.78-meter strong men rushed in from the door of the bar.

After they came in, they immediately asked the waiter to turn off the sound of the stereo, causing the bar to fall into silence.

Several staff members in the bar came up to ask, but were stopped by the bar owner.

The next moment, those people walked directly towards where Zhang Chao and the others were.

Zhang Chao and others were drunk and had not yet reacted.

When the other party came up to him, he recognized the young man with yellow hair who had been beaten by him before.

However, he was not afraid. He stood up and said arrogantly: "Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? I am the third runner-up in Sanda."

As he spoke, he waved his fist in a mighty manner.

Several young people nearby also stood up.

Many of them also learn Sanda and are militants.

The next moment, there was a "pop" sound and a slap directly on Zhang Chao's face.

Zhang Chao's buddies next to him saw the battle and grabbed the wine bottles on the table to rush up.

But the leader sneered and said, "I don't care how you learn to fight. You dare to fight even our Dong brother's younger brother. I think you are tired of living."

"Brother Dong? Which brother Dong?"

Zhang Chao asked subconsciously.
To be continued...