Looking at the 5,000 yuan in front of him, the middle-aged man looked disbelief: "Little brother, you are sure to buy this character."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "I took all the money, is this fake?"

"Okay, I'll keep the money, now this letter belongs to you."

The middle-aged man happily took over 5,000 yuan. He thought he had lost it this time, but he didn't expect that he would lose it again.

After getting the money, he happily left the antique shop, and Ye Bufan rolled up the scroll and put it away.

Seeing that Ye Bufan was dressed normally, he was extremely generous in his actions, the shop owner immediately came up and said, "Little brother, do you still want Yan Zhenqing's word? I have many more here."

Ye Bufan shook his head and said, "No, this one is enough."

The shop owner said unwillingly: "Little brother, tell you the truth. This letter was originally fake."

Ye Bufan didn't want to talk nonsense to him, so he said casually: "How could it be? I think this is the authentic work of Yan Zhenqing."

The shop owner said, "Little brother, I won't lie to you. This was the last time I participated in a treasure appraisal program, and an old lady took it up.

Experts have identified that this thing is not only a fake, but also has extremely rough workmanship and is not worth anything at all.

The old lady originally wanted to take it home to make a wall, but I bought it for 50 yuan."

He told all his truth, and wanted to wait until Ye Bufan regretted it very much before buying a picture of his words from him.

Unexpectedly, Ye Bufan shook his head and said, "Sometimes the results of expert identification may not be accurate."

"Little brother, you are so stubborn."

The shop owner said as he took dozens of calligraphy and paintings from under the counter and put them on the counter, "Look, the calligraphy and paintings here are all authentic. If you pick one, you will definitely sell it to you at the lowest price."

Ye Bufan said, "No need, I already have it."

"Little brother, don't hurry to leave." The shop owner called Ye Bufan, took out a scroll and spread it out, and said, "Look, this painting is the original work of Ji Xiaolan. If you take it back and hide it for a few years, it will definitely double the value."

Ye Bufan glanced at the words, which were filled with a faint spiritual energy. It was certain that this was indeed the original work of Ji Xiaolan.

It is estimated that the middle-aged man was interested in this painting, which reminded him of the joke of selling cats with bowls. It seems that the owner of this shop used the same trick again and wanted to tempt himself to take the bait.

What he was looking for was a magic weapon, and calligraphy and painting were just making some money by the way, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense to the store owner, so he turned around and walked out of the store.

The store owner worked hard for a long time, but Ye Bufan didn't even look at him, which made him angry and his face immediately sank: "I'm saying, are you sick?

I bought such a fake for 5,000 yuan and even regarded it as a treasure. I really don’t know if you were kicked by a donkey or blinded?"

This is very ugly, and it even means an attack on someone.

Ye Bufan originally didn't want to bother with him, but when he heard this, his face darkened. He turned around and said, "I was holding a treasure in his hand, but he forced it to someone else as a trash. Am I blind or are you blind?"

"You won't say this thing is a treasure, right?" The shop owner looked disdainful, "Boy, I tell you, the person who wants to pick up the bargain from my white mouse has not been born yet."

It turns out that this guy's surname is Bai, with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and extremely cunning. People familiar with antique streets call him Bai Mouse.

Ye Bufan held up the scroll in his hand and said, "That's right, this is a big treasure, it's a pity that you didn't see it."

White Mouse rolled his eyes and said treacherously: "Since you are so confident, how about we bet?"

He has been in the antique industry for more than ten years and believes that he cannot misunderstand it. In addition, this painting has been identified by experts, so how could it be a treasure?

Ye Bufan didn't mind teaching him a lesson for such a profiteer and said, "Yes, how do you think you're going to bet."

Bai Lao Moe looked happy. Since this kid is not fooled no matter how he says it, it would be good to win a bet.

He said: "If you can prove that this painting is a treasure, I will lose 200,000 yuan to you, otherwise you will give me 200,000 yuan."

In his opinion, the boy in front of him was a silly and cute fat sheep, and he had to bite him hard.

"Yes, but nothing is wrong. You have to make a note to avoid you from denying it later."

"No need, with me, Yang, here, no one can deny it in Jubaoyuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in his 50s appeared in front of the antique shop.

This man was wearing a long robe and was elegant. He looked like he was not an ordinary person at first glance.

"Master Yang, why are you here?"

After seeing the middle-aged man, the white mouse immediately greeted him with a flattering face.

"Master Yang is here, Master Yang is here, please give in quickly."

There were many people wandering around the Antique Street. Just after Ye Bufan and Bai Laomo had just had a conversation, more than a dozen people gathered at the door to watch the fun.

Seeing the middle-aged man coming, these people leaned against both sides and gave way.

"Who is this person?"

"Don't you know this? This is Master Yang Ziqian, the chief treasure appraiser of Jubaoyuan, and is also the president of the Jiangnan Antiques Association."

"Master Yang is a person who is a person who is a sacred person in Jubao Garden. With him as a notary, no one dares to deny it, otherwise he will not be able to go to Jubao Garden."

After entering the door, Yang Ziqian nodded to Bai Laomo and looked at the scroll in Ye Bufan's hand, "Little brother, can you lend me a look?"

"Can."

Ye Bufan handed over the scroll in his hand.

Yang Ziqian opened the scroll and looked at it, then frowned slightly, "Little brother, listen to my advice, it's better not to fight this bet."

After hearing what he said, the white mouse's face immediately collapsed. He also wanted to make a fortune on this fat sheep, so that Yang Ziqian would be useless after he was disturbed.

But his status was there, and he dared not complain.

But at this moment, Ye Bufan said: "Mr. Yang, this calligraphy is not as simple as it appears. In fact, there is a universe inside. You just need to make a notary."

Yang Ziqian was slightly stunned. He naturally knew the character of Bai Lao Moe and did not want this young man to suffer.

But after hearing Ye Bufan's words, he said with great interest: "Okay, I want to take a look. Are there any antiques that I, Mr. Yang, cannot see through?

I've done this notarization, you can start betting. If anyone loses, he will not admit his account, I, Mr. Yang, will bear the responsibility."

Seeing Ye Bufan insisting on betting, Bai Lao Moe was happy. It was possible that he would misunderstand it.

But the TV station’s treasure appraisal experts say it is a fake. Now Master Yang Ziqian and Master Yang don’t see any mystery. It is obvious that this kid is just a ill person.

He said proudly: "Okay, now Master Yang is notarized, no one has to worry about denying it. You should show what is inside the universe."

Ye Bufan took the painting and first took off the wooden shafts on both sides.

White mouse sneered: "Boy, you won't tell us there is a mezzanine inside this painting, right?
Chapter completed!