Everyone present was startled. Although there were rumors of paintings within paintings in the antique world, they had never seen one before.
I didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen in front of my eyes today.
Wang Yao saw the inscription above and said with a smile: "Although this is not a painting by Tang Bohu, it is a painting by Zheng Banqiao."
"What? Impossible!"
The first person to react was Boss Hu. He rushed to the painting and took a magnifying glass from the waiter's hand to observe carefully.
Other customers in the store also gathered around, their eyes fixed on the drawing paper.
After a while, Boss Hu's expression changed drastically.
"Really, this is Zheng Banqiao's authentic work, or a bamboo painting!"
He was so excited that his body was shaking.
"Hiss, it really belongs to Zheng Banqiao."
"Oh my God, this painting has been hanging in the shop for several years. Why didn't I buy it?"
"It's getting rich, it's getting developed!"
"At the last auction, an authentic work by Zheng Banqiao in his later years sold for more than 13 million yuan."
"Although this piece is an early work by Zheng Banqiao, its initial estimate is around eight million."
Cao Jianping's face was blank. When she heard the words eight million, her body trembled suddenly.
When Wang Yao heard this, he pushed the person in front of him away and rolled up the painting.
Boss Hu's expression changed, he rushed forward and grabbed Wang Yao's wrist, looking at Wang Yao with red eyes:
"You can't leave and leave the painting behind!"
Wang Yao sneered: "Boss Hu, what do you mean? I have already bought this painting for five thousand yuan and just traded it."
"I......…"
When Boss Hu heard this, he almost didn't mention it.
At this time, Cao Jianping finally reacted. When she saw Boss Hu trying to grab the painting, she rushed forward and pushed Boss Hu away.
"What are you doing? You want to steal my son-in-law's painting?"
Boss Hu was furious: "What's your son-in-law's painting? This is the treasure of my store, I won't sell it!"
"It's a joke, you've already paid the money and you're saying you won't sell it?"
Boss Hu's eyes were red and he stared at Wang Yao: "Boy, you have seen it a long time ago, right? Are you setting a trap for me?"
Wang Yao shrugged his shoulders, so what if I set a trap on you?
He gave his mother-in-law a give-you look.
Cao Jianping immediately understood. When it came to quarreling and bickering, she was no weaker than anyone.
"So what if I set a trap on you?"
"That's not what you said when you set a trap on me."
"What? In front of so many people, you want to default on your debt?
Cao Jianping is like a fighting rooster, her momentum is well controlled.
"Tsk, tsk, back then you said that buying and selling antiques depends entirely on your eyesight. What? Is what you said just now all bullshit?"
Boss Hu was immediately speechless.
Looking at the painting in Wang Yao's hand, my heart was bleeding.
But he couldn't refute it.
Cao Jianping saw his aggrieved look, and then looked at the painting in Wang Yao's hand, which had turned into a thick bundle of banknotes, and felt refreshed.
She felt as refreshed as if she had eaten a piece of iced watermelon in the summer.
Boss Hu suppressed the anger in his heart: "Okay, I'm in trouble. This painting costs 500,000 yuan. I will take it back and refund you the 1.2 million yuan in the morning."
This is already his biggest concession.
Cao Jianping looked at him as if he were a fool: "Boss Hu, are you daydreaming? Do you want to eat farts?"