"Chen Ru, what is that kid selling in the gourd? There is nothing wrong with his painting, right?" Looking at Su Tie's serious appearance, Wang Zhonghe couldn't help but feel a little worried.
After several previous confrontations, his understanding of Cycad gradually improved.
He knew very well that the simple-dressed young man in front of him looked harmless and even a little shabby, but his scheming and scheming should not be underestimated. At least it is not something that rich second generation like Liao Chenru can easily deal with.
Just now, Liao Chenru succeeded so easily, and he felt something was wrong, but because he was too excited, he didn't take it to heart. Now, seeing Cyar's appearance, he immediately came to his senses.
Liao Chenru, however, looked indifferent and waved his hand: "Uncle Wang, don't worry, even if that kid is a god, he can't turn the plate today."
"That may not be possible, and there may be an accident." Wang Zhonghe frowned and said in a deep voice.
"Absolutely impossible." Liao Chenru chuckled, then hurriedly lay beside Wang Zhong and his ears, and whispered.
After listening to it, Wang Zhonghe's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Liao Chenru deeply, which felt like you were finally enlightened.
But soon, he hesitated again and whispered: "After that being said, I still feel something is wrong. Do you think that painting has a mezzanine layer? There is a famous painting hidden under it?"
"Impossible. I've just checked that painting carefully. There is no mezzanine, nor does it show signs of false cover." Zhang Wanquan, who was standing by and watching, said in a deep voice without waiting for Liao Chenru to answer.
In fact, he could tell at a glance that the painting chosen by Cy Tie was fake, because both the techniques and the mounting were extremely rough. The reason why he adjusted the lights and looked at it carefully for a long time just now was to
See if there are any other mysteries.
After all, Cyprus found the Xu Tianqi from his pile of coins, which he hadn't noticed, which means that his eyesight would not be too bad.
But after some observation, he was really disappointed.
The painting in front of him is indeed a modern handicraft that is so fake that it cannot be fake. The situation of finding bargains in the antique industry and the mystery that he could think of did not appear at all.
"It's better if there isn't, I'll say, how could that happen?" Liao Chenru couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Wang Zhonghe suddenly asked that question just now, and he was really shocked.
After all, in the antique world, such a situation has happened. Just last year, he saw an elder with his own eyes take out a genuine Tang Yin worth millions from a fake painting.
Fortunately, Zhang Wanquan's words gave him a reassurance and gradually fell back to his hanging heart.
After a moment of saliva, he quickly turned his head and pointed at Cyti and sneered: "Boy, have you heard that the miracle you are looking forward to is impossible to happen, so don't struggle."
"Who said a miracle could not happen?" Cycad smirked and shook his head.
"Okay, then you'll look forward to it slowly, but I have something to say first, my patience is limited, I'll give you another three minutes. If you're still like this, don't force me to do it." Liao Chenru snorted.
As he said, he turned around and greeted the men, signaling them to keep the door and prevent Cycad from escaping.
After finally finding an opportunity to avenge his shame, he naturally has to be cautious and cautious to prevent any accidents from happening.
Su Tie didn't care much about Liao Chenru's performance, but continued to pick up the painting and examine it carefully.
Seeing this situation, even Zhang Wanquan on the side couldn't stand any longer. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Wu Wei and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Wu, what exactly are he looking at? That painting, what is it?
What mystery?”
"I don't know either, he didn't tell me." Wu Wei smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Then, he hurriedly pulled Zhang Wanquan aside and whispered: "Old Zhang, for my sake, can you help Mr. Su?"
"I want to help too, but in this situation, I'm afraid what I say will not work at all." Zhang Wanquan smiled bitterly, and subconsciously glanced at Wang Zhonghe who was holding his hands in front of his chest and was watching the show leisurely.
If there was only one Liao Chenru, he could still suppress the other party based on his status and reputation, but with Wang Zhonghe, he really had no way to do anything.
"Are you okay? Three minutes have arrived." Just as Zhang Wanquan and Wu Wei were whispering, Liao Chenru's explosive shout suddenly came from behind.
Immediately afterwards, the burly bodyguards guarding the door immediately rushed forward and surrounded the cycad, showing a move.
Ci Tie's face was always calm. He slowly picked up the painting and tapped it lightly on the table with the scroll.
"Empty?" Zhang Wanquan, who was frowning, suddenly changed his expression, and he also uttered two words gently from his mouth.
"Empty, what does it mean?" Liao Chenru couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhang Wanquan, asking in confusion.
Zhang Wanquan did not explain, but stepped forward two steps, grabbed the scroll in Cyti's hand, and began to look carefully.
Seeing this, Liao Chenru couldn't help but look suspicious. He hesitated for a moment, hurried forward and asked in a low voice: "Old Zhang, what happened? Is there anything wrong with this scroll?"
"Go and get me a knife." Zhang Wanquan did not explain, but looked at the scroll with concentration and shouted in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, Liao Chenru hesitated for a moment and still signaled to Boss Hao.
Within a few minutes, Boss Hao took a paper-cut dagger and respectfully handed it to Zhang Wanquan.
After Zhang Wanquan took it, he immediately used a dagger to carefully cut the front end of the drawing shaft.
As the wood chips flew around, a circular piece of wood soon fell off. After a closer look, the scroll was actually hollow.
Seeing this scene, Liao Chenru's heart skipped a beat. He quickly turned his head to look at Boss Hao and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"
"I...I don't know, why it's empty." Boss Hao shook his head repeatedly, his eyes full of questions.
Just as the two were pondering, Zhang Wanquan had already taken out a golden painting bag made of silk from the scroll.
With the appearance of the painting bag, the entire store was silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused.
Even Wang Zhonghe was touching his chin at this time, and his expression looked extremely strange.
"Old Zhang, what is this? Why is there such an object in this scroll?" At this time, Wu Wei couldn't help asking curiously.
Zhang Wanquan shook his head and did not respond. Instead, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and then carefully opened the painting capsule.
Soon, a beautifully mounted calligraphy and painting appeared in front of everyone...