Huangfu Xixian looked towards the gate of Shun Yuanju fifty meters ahead.
"I have already arrived at Shun Yuan's residence."
"Please do me a favor."
at this time
The uncle walked out of the gate of Shun Yuan Residence lonely, holding his backpack, just like when he came.
"Sir, please wait a moment."
Someone hurried out behind him. The uncle turned around and saw a tall man in his forties chasing after him.
"Hello, my name is Huang Bing, and I am a businessman who collects antiques. I just saw that the landscape painting you got is very artistic, and I wanted to ask how much you plan to sell it for."
The uncle raised his eyebrows and thought deeply. His painting was stamped as a fake by Master Fan Zenghong. Why would anyone still want this painting?
"Did you hear what Master Fan just said? This painting of mine is a fake."
Huang Bing chuckled lightly, his face showing shrewdness.
"I know it's a fake, but I like to collect some ink paintings. Although your painting is not genuine by Wang Chongwen, his painting skills are pretty good. I just want to buy it and keep it at home. I can take it out to appreciate it occasionally.
It can make you happy."
After hearing this, the uncle secretly shook his head.
I don’t understand the psychology of these people who love to collect. They have to buy fakes from home. Is there room for appreciation?
Wouldn’t it be nice to have this kind of money to buy a house, a car or gold?
"Master Fan just said that my painting is only worth thirty to forty thousand yuan at most. Hey, although it is a fake, it has been passed down from generation to generation from my great-grandfather. I don't plan to sell it.
Yes, keeping it in my hand is just a thought."
After saying that, the uncle turned around and planned to leave.
"I'll give you three hundred thousand." Huang Bing shouted from behind.
The uncle was shocked and looked back at Huang Bing in disbelief.
He is an honest man and feels that his painting is not worth 300,000 yuan.
"Mr. Huang, you will lose money if you spend 300,000 yuan to buy my painting."
"Haha, I like this painting very much. I don't care even if you owe me money. As long as you are willing to sell it, I can pay for it now."
The uncle was silent, and hope appeared in his despairing heart again.
Three hundred thousand is exactly the cost of the child's surgery.
As long as he sells the painting, he can immediately go to the hospital to pay for the child's surgery.
Thinking of this, the uncle nodded excitedly.
"Okay, I'll sell it!"
A sharp light flashed in Huang Bing's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Give me a bank card number, and I will transfer the money right now."
The uncle quickly took out a worn wallet from his backpack, took out a bank card from the wallet and handed it over.
Just when Huang Bing was about to transfer money, a group of people came over.
"Wait a moment!"
Huang Bing looked up, and when he saw the person coming, his expression changed instantly.
"Tang Wei, what do you want to do?"
Huang Bing is the owner of Lao Taixiang's pawn shop. One of the two largest pawn shops in the ghost market is Yipintang and the other is Lao Taixiang.
Because the business scope they operate is similar, the bosses of these two companies have always had some grudges privately.
In particular, Huang Bing and Tang Wei are similar in age. They have grown up in the ghost city as long as they can remember. They have witnessed the days when the two families were infighting and fighting openly and secretly, which led to them being at odds since childhood.
When Huang Bing saw Tang Wei, the first thought that flashed through his mind was that the turtle grandson was looking for trouble again.
Tang Wei had a smile on his face, his eyes were crooked like a thief fox, and his eyes were full of contempt.
"Huang Xiaobing, what are you doing that is unconscionable?" As he spoke, Tang Wei looked at his uncle.
I thought to myself: With the clothes this uncle is wearing, he doesn’t look like he has a treasure on him.
But when I thought that it was confirmed by my sister-in-law, I instantly put aside any trace of doubt in my heart.
"Tang Wei, please remove the word "小" in the middle." Huang Bing's face was full of indignation.
This turtle grandson likes to call him "Huang Xiaobing" since he was a child. He feels that adding the word "小" to his name suppresses half of his arrogance.
This turtle grandson obviously did it on purpose.
"Haha, we grew up together. It seems kind to call you Huang Xiaobing."
Huang Bing snorted coldly: "Don't mention it, we are not familiar with each other!"
Not wanting to talk nonsense with Tang Wei, Huang Bing turned to his uncle and said, "Brother, it's not convenient here. Let's go to the coffee shop next door to talk."
The uncle nodded blankly and prepared to follow Huang Bing.
"Brother, if you really follow him, you will regret it."
The uncle was stunned and turned to look at the young man who was speaking.
The other person was wearing a high school uniform and looked very handsome, but there was a hint of rebelliousness in his eyebrows.
"Young man, what do you mean by this?"
Huangfu Xixian glanced at Huang Bing and sneered: "Uncle, how much did he pay for this painting?"
The uncle frowned, did they also come here for his fake painting?
The uncle was confused.
What's going on? Why are they still fighting over a fake?
"Three hundred thousand." The uncle said truthfully.
"Ha, if you buy an authentic painting worth tens of millions for 300,000 yuan, your heart is really dark." Huangfu Xixian glared at Huang Bing mockingly.
Huang Bing retorted unconvincingly: "What is the original work? What do you know? My elder brother's painting has just been personally identified as a fake by Master Fan Zenghong. It's not easy for me to meet my elder brother. I heard that he is in urgent need of selling the painting to his family."
I decided to pay for my brother’s painting out of good intentions so that he could use the money to treat his child. If you don’t believe me, let me tell you for myself.”
The uncle is a farmer, unlike a businessman who has too many twists and turns.
He was quite moved after hearing Huang Bing's words, and nodded quickly: "My painting is indeed a fake. Master Fan Zenghong said that this painting is only worth thirty to forty thousand yuan at most."
Tang Wei laughed coldly: "Huang Xiaobing, when did you become so warm-hearted? This is really not like you. Uncle, don't be deceived by him. Listen to me, don't sell this painting for the time being."
The uncle was in trouble for a while and didn't know whether he should sell his paintings.
Huangfu Xixian said: "Uncle, Miss Gu asked us to come to you."
"Miss Gu?" The uncle looked surprised.
Huangfu Xixian nodded: "Miss Gu, please go to Shun Yuan Residence to meet you. If you have anything to do, we can discuss it after we meet."
Huang Bing on the side hurriedly stopped him.
"No, brother has agreed to sell the painting to me, and I will pay for it soon. Brother, you can't break your promise."
The uncle frowned and thought for a while.
He vaguely felt that something was not right about this matter.
My painting has obviously been identified as a fake by Master Fan, why do they still come to fight for it?
After hesitating for a while, the uncle looked at Huang Bing.
"Mr. Huang, I'm sorry. Miss Gu is kind to me. I must go and see her first."
Huang Bing was holding back a breath of bad breath, and the cooked duck flew to his mouth again. The taste was really uncomfortable.
"Well, if you still want to sell later, remember to call me. This is my business card." Huang Bing handed the uncle a business card.
"Okay!" The uncle hurriedly accepted it.
Tang Wei raised his eyebrows and looked at Huang Bing with a proud look on his face.
"Huang Xiaobing, I heard that there are a lot of good things at Shun Yuanju tonight, let's see who has the better taste."
After saying this, he called Huangfu Xixian, and Cheng Tianyou and his uncle entered Shun Yuan Residence together.