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The young man in white was Qin Chen. He glanced coldly at Zhao Wujiang and shouted out the price of fifty taels of gold.

The whole audience burst into laughter. They had expected this scene to happen from the beginning, but they didn't expect that Qin Chen would even fight for a fake painting.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at Qin Chen, followed Qin Chen's gaze and looked at the cold Feng Xue'er beside him, and he already had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

He smiled lightly and said:

"Eighty taels of gold."

The guests present started talking about it:

"I'm so stupid. A fake is not even worth half a tael, not to mention ten taels of gold. This stupid boy actually paid eighty taels of gold..."

"I think he's probably crazy..."

"What do you know? You can't lose face in front of a beauty! Hahaha."

"That's right, gold is not as important as face. Let alone buying a fake for eighty taels, even eight hundred taels can be thrown away just for a smile for a beauty."

"..."

Fight with me, do you have the money? Qin Chen said sarcastically:

"One hundred taels of gold!"

Zhao Wujiang's face was slightly cold. He knew that the unknown young man in white in front of him did not see the clues in the painting at all, but competed with him for Feng Xueer beside him.

"Qin Chen! Mr. Zhao is a guest of the Chamber of Commerce. As a member of the Chamber of Commerce, what do you mean by this?" Feng Xueer said coldly with a frosty face.

Hearing Feng Xueer defend Zhao Wujiang, Qin Chen's face became even colder:

"He can't get his hands on my Qin Chen's things!"

There is something in Qin Chen's words. He is not only talking about the picture of the chicken pecking rice in the ten-mile green mountain, but also about Feng Xueer.

"Qin Chen, if you disrupt the auction, according to the rules of the Chamber of Commerce, you should know what punishment you will receive." Feng Xueer's face became increasingly cold.

Qin Chen's eyelids trembled, his heart became increasingly unhappy, and he sneered:

"I'm just bidding normally, can't I, Qin Chen, buy items at the auction?

But Xue'er, don't worry, as long as Mr. Zhao... bids up to two hundred taels, I will reluctantly give up this... fake... to him!"

"You!" Feng Xueer was so angry that her chest heaved. Zhao Wujiang was the person her father wanted her to pay more attention to. And during the conversation just now, she felt that Zhao Wujiang's conversation was extraordinary, and she had a slight liking for him.

Now Qin Chen jumped out and said some vicious words, which made Zhao Wujiang unable to get off the tiger. If he didn't make an offer, he would be submissive to Qin Chen, and if he made an offer, he would be Tie Tie's victim.

"Is it possible that Mr. Zhao is a poor man who can't even afford two hundred taels?" Qin Chen chuckled and glanced at Zhao Wujiang provocatively.

The picture of Zhao Wujiang caressing the chicken pecking at the rice in the ten-mile green mountain is very likely to contain profound martial arts, and this picture is not a fake as everyone has speculated.

He was basically certain of these two points, so it was impossible for him to give up on this painting.

"Two hundred taels of gold!" Zhao Wujiang said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

"Is this person surnamed Zhao crazy? There is no way to win face in front of a beauty by selling a fake for two hundred taels of gold."

"Unwise! He will fall for Qin Chen's simple method of provoking generals, and he is also a fool."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's interesting. This auction will be interesting. If I hadn't seen the original painting at the residence of the Minister of Industry, I would have thought that this painting was real..."

"Young and energetic..."

"..."

Listening to the noise of the guests, Qin Chen waved his fan proudly and sneered, "You idiot."

Feng Xueer also frowned, wondering why Zhao Wujiang could be so irrational?

The old man in yellow robe took everything in his eyes, and he secretly laughed in his heart. Originally, this fake painting was going to cost money, but because of Qin Chen's interference and the young man named Zhao, he managed to keep the cost.

Zhao Wujiang turned a deaf ear and put away the album, put it into a wooden box, turned it around in his hand, and then said calmly:

"It is indeed unwise to buy a fake for two hundred taels, but if it is an authentic work by Wu Daozi, then you are getting a huge advantage."

All the guests in the hall burst into laughter. This kid must have lost his mind and gone crazy.

Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows, but was not affected by the guests, and said in a humble tone:

"First of all, the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce included this painting in the auction, and naturally there were specialized masters to check the authenticity.

Although there is an authentic copy in the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Industry, it does not prove that the one in my hand is a fake.

Among Daxia traditional Chinese painting framers, there is a skill that can peel off a landscape painting layer by layer.

Depending on the thickness of the paper, it can generally be peeled off into three layers. Top painters, especially the painting sage Wu Daozi, can often draw through the back of the paper. Even if the three layers are peeled off, each layer will be almost exactly the same.

As for this painting, the ink is lighter, it should be the last layer...the original..."
Chapter completed!