In the shop, a middle-aged man held a painting in his hand, his face full of anger, as if he had been cheated.
Opposite him, stood a fat man with a big belly and two antique walnuts in his hands. He also wore a pair of small sunglasses and said with a smile on his face: "Friend, you can't talk like that. Antiques are like three
One part depends on your eyesight and the other part depends on luck. If you have bad luck, you can't blame me."
The middle-aged man said angrily: "Why don't you blame me? When you showed it to me, it was obviously the original work of Wu Daozi. When I paid, you secretly changed it into a fake one. You are obviously lying.
Give me your money back quickly!"
"It's obvious that you made a mistake on your own, you can't blame me for that."
The fat boss sneered, pointed to the words on a big plaque at the entrance and said, "Did you see it! Our store rules are that items cannot be returned or exchanged after leaving the store!"
The middle-aged man was furious: "You are committing fraud! I will call the police to arrest you!"
But the fat boss was not afraid at all and said calmly: "Just retaliate. There are too many people like you. Do you think the law enforcers will pay attention to you?"
Seeing this scene, Lin Bei whispered: "You are not afraid of calling the police, are you so arrogant?"
Lu Tianhe explained: "It's not arrogance, it's just that antiques are too vague and their value cannot be defined. Unless there is complete evidence and transaction process, there is not much that can be done even if the law enforcers come. There are many things like this
, happens here almost every day. So antiques are a bit like gambling. If you buy something and leave it, there is never any reason to withdraw."
After hearing this, Lin Bei finally understood. It seemed that this middle-aged man had definitely been tricked today.
And since Lu Tianhe knew the rules so well, he probably would have fallen into many traps.
Seeing this, Lin Bei gradually lost interest in these things. At this moment, his eyes suddenly came to the painting in the middle-aged man's hand, and there was something strange in his eyes.
"This painting..."
"What? You want to buy a painting?" Lu Tianhe asked doubtfully.
Lin Bei ignored him and went directly to the middle-aged man and the fat boss.
Seeing him, the boss thought he had a guest, so he explained: "Don't get me wrong about this guest. This person refuses to admit defeat. He wants to refund the money to me."
The middle-aged man immediately pointed to a painting on the wall and said, "What a trick! It's obvious that you tricked me. The painting I saw before was clearly the painting hanging on the wall. This is Wu Daozi's authentic work!"
Looking along, there is indeed a painting hanging on the wall. The landscape pictures on it are lifelike, full of a sense of the times, and indeed have a sense of common people.
The fat boss said angrily: "Hey! I have customers here. If you slander me again, I will call the police to arrest you!"
The middle-aged man became even more angry after hearing this. His face turned red and his neck was thick with anger, but he had no idea what to do.
And if you think about it carefully, this is someone else's territory, and there is no benefit in messing with it. I'm afraid he will have to bear the loss himself.
At this moment, Lin Bei suddenly said: "Brother, can you sell this painting in your hand to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place fell silent.
The middle-aged man said in disbelief: "Young man, are you right? Is this a fake painting in my hand?"
Lin Bei said: "I'm not wrong, I want this painting from you, please give me a price."
Hearing this, Lu Tianhe immediately grabbed him and said, "What are you doing? This is a real fake painting. Even I can see the fake ink marks, but you still want to buy it?"
Lin Bei just nodded and said to the middle-aged man: "Brother, if you don't speak, then let me start first. How about five thousand yuan?"
The boss couldn't sit still anymore and reminded: "Five thousand? When I sold his painting, it was only ten thousand. Now you know it is a fake, but you still want to take five thousand?"
The middle-aged man also found it incredible and said, "Young man, you really want to accept this painting from me."
"Yes." Lin Bei nodded.
When the fat boss next to him saw Lin Bei, he immediately felt that Lin Bei was a fat sheep. He took out a few exquisite paintings and calligraphy on the spot and said: "Young man! This kind of shoddy and fake goods is not even worth a hundred yuan. If you really want to paint
, I have better ones here, these are all works by famous artists, if you buy them back, I guarantee you will get more than three times the value!"
Seeing these calligraphy and paintings, Lu Tianhe's eyes suddenly lit up, and he advised together: "Yes, Lin Bei, if you want to buy paintings, there are many that look very real here. There is no need to buy a 100% fake."
The fat boss also tried his best to recommend: "Yes, young man, if you buy it, I will give you a discount today. I originally sold these paintings for 100,000, but if I give them to you, I will take all three of them for 200,000!"
Seeing this, Lin Bei just shook his head, pointed at the middle-aged man's paintings and said, "I don't want those paintings of yours. I just want this one."
The boss frowned immediately when he heard this.
The middle-aged man was also stunned, and then said: "Okay, since you really want it, then I will sell it to you. But don't say I cheated you, I don't want you five thousand, just give me one thousand yuan."
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"Okay! One thousand is one thousand!"
Lin Bei took out a thousand yuan directly from his pocket and bought the fake painting of Wu Daozi on the spot.
When the middle-aged man saw someone taking over the offer, he felt much better, took the money and left on the spot.
At this time, a mocking voice came from the side: "You actually have to spend a thousand to buy a fake painting that's not worth a dime. I've been running a shop for so many years, and I've never seen a fool like you!"
When I looked up, it turned out that the fat boss was playing with walnuts, his little eyes staring at Lin Bei, full of sarcasm.
Lin Bei didn't take it seriously, and just said lightly: "Who said it's worthless? Its value is at least two hundred thousand."
The boss sneered: "Two hundred thousand? Even if it is really the original work of Wu Daozi, but it is so shabby and even the scroll is cracked, it is not worth two hundred thousand!"
"You don't believe it?"
Lin Bei showed a smile and asked: "Then do you dare to take a gamble with me?"
"What are you betting on?" the fat boss asked.
Lin Bei pointed at Wu Daozi's fake painting and said, "Let's bet on whether it's worth 200,000!"
The fat boss immediately looked at Lin Bei like a fool.
This was something that leaked out of his shop. Others didn't know the details of this painting, but he knew it best.
He had bought this painting from a street stall before, and it only cost him twenty yuan. If it could be worth two hundred thousand, wouldn't Fatty's antique shop opening in the past few decades be in vain?
The fat boss said: "Okay! Then I promise you! If this painting is worth 200,000, I will give you the 200,000 in cash on the spot, and you will keep the painting yourself! Otherwise, you have to give me two
One hundred thousand, and you still want to buy the three paintings I have!"
"It's a deal!" Lin Bei said.
At this time, Lu Tianhe couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled Lin Bei and said: "You are crazy! This is 100% fake, why are you betting with others! Even if you have money, you don't spend it like this!"
Lin Bei just smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I know what's going on."