Le Yi twisted her waist, turned around and stared at Pan Xiaoqiang fiercely: "What? Isn't humiliation enough?" The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Pan Xiaoqiang's right index and middle fingers were bent, and he knocked rhythmically on the glass counter, saying, "I want to ask Miss Le if this calligraphy belongs to our Shufangzhai!"

With another cold snort, Le Yi clasped his fists, arched his head towards the crowd watching the excitement, and said a little aggrievedly: "Everyone saw it! Our Le family has already admitted failure in this matter, but they Shufang

Zhai De is unreasonable, so if we smashed their store today, it can be considered reasonable." After saying this, Le Yi curled the corner of his mouth slightly and signaled to the men in sunglasses beside him, as long as the atmosphere is in place.

, start smashing immediately.

I have to say that the Iron Lady is an Iron Lady. Not only is she tough, but she also knows how to take advantage of people's hearts. Sure enough, a few men in the crowd have already started scolding her: "You Shufangzhai is a villain. Even though she is a woman, she is still a woman."

Do things neatly and neatly."

"Yes! Are you the ones with the handle?"

Unexpectedly, Le Yi was so scheming. Pan Xiaoqiang, who smiled bitterly, stretched out his hands and pressed down, and said calmly: "I just want to ask Miss Le, whether this calligraphy belongs to our Shufangzhai, nothing else."

mean."

"Wow, you Shufangzhai bullies you too much. You have pointed out the flaws in this calligraphy by eating soft food, and yet you are so aggressive." Le Yi suddenly turned into a weak woman and forced his way out.

A few tears: "Yes, this calligraphy belongs to you, what do you think? You still want to insult people, right? Brothers, just smash it."

There is no need for a reason for a beautiful woman to behave arrogantly. A few passionate gentlemen nearby could no longer hold themselves back, rolled up their sleeves and prepared to join the beauty-protecting corps.

Pan Xiaoqiang shouted again: "Don't be anxious!" The high-decibel voice shocked everyone present. His tone returned to a calm tone and said: "Miss Le, I am satisfied with your answer. All that is left is

Invite everyone to watch a good show."

Everyone is confused, what a show? What could be better than getting a beating from someone like you who just stole the spotlight?

I saw Pan Xiaoqiang take out a sharp blade from the drawer on the counter, and slowly and carefully cut open the calligraphy.

"Wow! Is there a mystery?" the sharp-eyed person shouted. Now no one moved blindly, quietly watching Pan Xiaoqiang's every move.

The calligraphy has been cut into a piece of paper twenty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide. Pan Xiaoqiang peeled off the upper and lower layers, and a small calligraphy appeared inside, written in small regular script, with a powerful and meaningful pen, and signed - Ouyang Tong.

People who know the goods have already shouted: "Little Ouyang's signature!"

Pan Hai was even more happy. This little Ouyang is the son of Ouyang Xun. His calligraphy lineage is passed down to everyone. The value of his works can easily reach tens of millions! He didn't expect that his nephew could even see through this.

It is inevitable that business in your own store will be booming.

Lao Chen's eyes dimmed a bit. It seemed that his job was in danger, but he was also very happy in his heart. At least there was great hope in the antiques industry, where there are fewer and fewer young people.

There was more determination in Dong Qing's eyes. Even if there were no family matters, he would definitely follow Pan Xiaoqiang. At least he must first learn all the knowledge in his mind.

Pan Xiaoqiang held Ouyang Tong's copybook between his fingers, and said to Le Yi with a leisurely look of a winner: "Miss Le, the reason why I don't let you go is to let you know the whole story of this calligraphy, this faker"

He was obviously fascinated by Ouyang's calligraphy and painting, copying it every day, to the point of confusing the real with the fake. When he reached his limit, he created this work that is both real and fake, and the real is hidden in the fake. It is really touching."

Le Yi's face turned red from holding back, and she kept scolding the forger in her heart. Why are such good calligraphy hidden in the middle of the calligraphy? She took a step forward, subconsciously trying to snatch the copybook from Pan Xiaoqiang's hand. This piece of writing is worth thousands.

Wan's calligraphy and signatures were his own one hour ago, and then belonged to someone else the next hour. No one could understand this change.

Pan Xiaoqiang, with quick eyesight and quick hands, put the copybook into the glass cabinet and said to Le Yi: "Miss Le said it in front of everyone: This calligraphy belongs to our Shufangzhai. It's not like she wants to go back on her word."

Le Yi also noticed his gaffe. This time he had no idea, turned around and left Shufangzhai with the men in sunglasses.

After walking out of Shufangzhai, Le Yi took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Personnel Department, please convince me to join Pan Xiaoqiang to join Le's Antiques. This is a genius that is rare to see in a century."

"What? Don't you know who Pan Xiaoqiang is? You go to Panjiayuan and find out." Le Yi hung up the phone, looked back at the gilded signboard of Shufangzhai, and bit his lip: "Pan Xiaoqiang, Pan Xiaoqiang, you

It's much more valuable than those antiques worth tens of millions."

The small shop in Shufangzhai was already bustling with people. A circle of people gathered around the Ouyang Tong calligraphy that Pan Xiaoqiang had just cut out and admired it. There were several old men holding high-power magnifying glasses and pressing their heads against the table to study.

Very happy.

A few people who were more enthusiastic gave Pan Xiaoqiang a thumbs up: "Young man is really amazing. His eyesight is so good. I'm afraid there is no rival in Panjiayuan!"

"Isn't that right? The biggest problem now is how much salary Boss Pan can pay? It's impossible to retain such a master without 70,000 to 80,000 yuan a month!" The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing an arrow-patterned sweater - Li

Oh my God, he was running a fairly large store, and because he really wanted to recruit Pan Xiaoqiang as his subordinate, he was trying to convince Pan Hai that he couldn't pay!

Pan Hai smiled dryly, but Pan Xiaoqiang said generously: "We are relatives, so it's easy to talk about the salary."

Li Tian's face suddenly turned the color of pig's liver, and he held his fists and said repeatedly: "Haha, then Dare Qing is good, then Dare Qing is good!" In order to ease the embarrassment, he took out a business card from his jacket pocket and handed it to Pan Xiaoqiang's

In front of me: "Brother, if there are any troublesome things in our store from now on, I will directly ask you to come forward!"

"Of course, we can't let our brothers do it in vain, we have this!" Li Tian added while rubbing his two fingers.

Pan Xiaoqiang inserted his business card into his wallet and hesitated: "This is easy to say, easy to say."

At this time, Pan Hai saw that it was almost done, raised his hands and shouted: "Dear friends, it's almost time. Let's go to dinner. We have good wine and good food today. You won't come home until you're drunk."

"Great, I want to drink some today." Dong Qing licked his lips, his throat moved, as if he smelled the aroma of wine, and his little nose twitched.

Pan Xiaoqiang crossed his arms and said impatiently: "Girls, what are you drinking?"

Dong Qing pushed Pan Xiaoqiang on the shoulder: "You are quite chauvinistic! Do you know what it means: If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon?"

Pan Xiaoqiang buried his head in his clothes. Hey! I just remembered that this girl is still a female literary youth. Otherwise, how could people recognize that the calligraphy was a fake.

Generally, people who are not engaged in the antique business think that identifying antiques depends on skills. In fact, this statement is too simple. Just think about it, can you understand the value of these antiques without cultural background? Without a high level of accomplishment, you can see blue and white porcelain, cloisonne and other works of art.

Is it the smell inside?

People who like antiques are basically people with good taste.

After a while, everyone in Shufangzhai had almost left. Pan Xiaoqiang put away the calligraphy and saw Lao Chen with dull eyes. He walked up and patted his shoulder: "Master, what's wrong? Why don't you go and have a drink?"

"What are you drinking? I'm not in the mood to drink!" Lao Chen tugged at the corner of his clothes, hesitating to speak.

Pan Xiaoqiang smiled bitterly and said, "Master, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Can you let me work at Shufangzhai for a few more months? It's hard to find a job in the industry now. At least I have to wait until I find a new job." Lao Chen is an intellectual, and he also has the disadvantages of being an intellectual. He is shy.

Bo, after saying these few words, I feel flushed in the face and pacing uneasily.

Pan Xiaoqiang sighed, patted his chest and said: "I thought it was such a big deal? Didn't I tell you everything? You still need to take care of me in the store, and Dong Qing and I still need your guidance, although

We are lucky enough to be able to see a big object now, but when it comes to basic skills, the two of us combined are not as good as you!"

Dong Qing, who was next to him, couldn't help but nod his head and said humbly: "Old man, I'm just good at reading calligraphy and painting, but I can say that I know nothing about the rest."

As Pan Xiaoqiang is extremely emotional, he really can't do anything like killing a donkey.

"Really?" Lao Chen was a little doubtful. There was a huge gap between his abilities and Pan Xiaoqiang's, but the young master was still willing to keep him as a breadwinner?

Pan Xiaoqiang and Dong Qing walked out of the door with Lao Chen on their side and said, "Isn't that true? How can such a responsible old man like you be seen now? Aren't they all people who rely on their elders to show off their talents? There is one more thing.

Don't worry, your salary will be doubled."

Who wouldn't be happy to see money, especially when Lao Chen's wife was hospitalized with myocarditis! His silver hair was trembling: "That would be great, that would be great." At this time, he looked at himself

Pan Xiaoqiang, my apprentice, one looks pleasing to the eye while the other looks to the right has nothing to say! This apprentice's pain is not in vain!

When the three of them were about to walk out of the door of Panjiayuan, Pan Xiaoqiang's cell phone rang suddenly. He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He opened the answer button and said mechanically: "Hello! Hello, I'm Pan Xiaoqiang."

"Hey Pan Xiaoqiang, you really dare to put me on the blacklist. You don't want to get mixed up, right?" Gui Min's voice rang on the other end of the phone. After the money-worshiping girl found that Pan Xiaoqiang's phone was always busy, she changed

Dial from the landline.

Pan Xiaoqiang's face darkened: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Come to the peninsula over Andingmen at six o'clock tonight. I have something to talk to you about. Don't worry, it will definitely be a good thing this time." After saying that, Gui Min hung up the phone.

Pan Xiaoqiang put his mobile phone in his trouser pocket and cursed secretly in his heart: "Well, you're a bitch! Is there any good thing in seeing Qian Yan's goods?"

Dong Qing, who knew the whole thing, wrapped his right hand around Pan Xiaoqiang's left arm: "Brother Xiaoqiang, I will go with you tonight."
Chapter completed!