At this time, Ye Wendong touched his chin with some embarrassment and said: "But I'm worried that Boss Jin will go back on his promise. What will happen if he doesn't admit his debt?"
Boss Jin sneered and said: "I, Baibaoju, am also well-known in the antique market. How could I go back on my word? Besides, so many people are watching, how can I deny it?"
Although Boss Jin is a profiteer, he still wants to save face. If he can say this, then he can definitely do it. Besides, Boss Jin doesn't think that the bad painting given to Ye Wendong is worth 200,000.
Even if this painting was thrown on the ground, no one would want it.
Ye Wendong said to the crowd watching the excitement: "If you all bear witness, I will feel relieved."
Boss Jin said impatiently: "Okay, stop nagging. Didn't you say this painting is worth 200,000? Tell us how this painting is worth 200,000?"
Ye Wendong smiled, picked up the painting, and shook it open. Because the paper used in this painting was very poor, it could no longer bear the weight of the scroll. It broke from the middle with a "tearing" sound, and the scroll also
It fell to the ground.
When Boss Jin saw this, he burst out laughing and said, "Boy, your 'two hundred thousand' is broken!"
Everyone who came to watch the fun also thought Ye Wendong was a bit funny, and some even whispered: "This kid wants to take money from Boss Jin's wallet. How naive!"
"Isn't it? If it was a real ancient painting, why would Boss Jin give it to him?"
"Oh, it looks like he is another crazy buyer who was tricked by Boss Jin. How pitiful!"
Hearing everyone talking, Song Yunliu felt extremely embarrassed. She pulled Ye Wendong's clothes and whispered: "Ye Wendong, stop making trouble, let's go?"
Ye Wendong held Song Yunliu's hand and said with a mysterious smile: "Teacher, don't worry, the fun is yet to come."
I saw Ye Wendong bending down amidst everyone's chatter and Boss Jin's laughter, and picked up the scroll on the ground, with a smile on his face.
Just when Boss Jin and others felt a little strange, Ye Wendong suddenly crushed the scroll with force, and a painting fell out of it!
For a moment, Baibaoju was silent, and everyone stared at the painting on the ground with wide eyes.
Ye Wendong picked up the painting, waved it in front of everyone, and said: "A famous painting worth two hundred thousand yuan is in my hands. I think there are many treasure appraisers present, why don't you come and take a look?"
Ye Wendong's words seemed like water dripping into a frying pan, and the crowd exploded!
In the antique street, there are a lot of merchants who dislike Boss Jin, but Boss Jin is tactful and very good at flattering people, so they dare not speak out in anger.
Now they have obviously seized the opportunity to punish Boss Jin. How could they let it go?
I saw a group of people volunteering to come forward and say: "We are all treasure appraisers. Mr. Ye, please give us the famous paintings for appraisal!"
Ye Wendong handed over the painting in his hand, and these people didn't shy away from it. They directly borrowed the table of Baibaoju and spread out the painting.
Boss Jin was also slightly panicked at this time. When he was studying ancient paintings before, he never thought that there was something else in this tattered scroll. He prayed in his heart that what was inside was definitely not a good painting!
After the painting was spread out, onlookers swarmed around it. After looking at the painting carefully, they made a voice of surprise and said: "This, this is the authentic work of EMI painting saint Wu Daozi! This is
The painting should fetch 200,000 yuan at auction!”
When Boss Jin heard the appraisal results, he felt numb. He was completely stunned and couldn't believe it.
At this time, Ye Wendong came forward, looked at Boss Jin with a smile and said: "Boss Jin, did you just say that? If our painting is worth 200,000, then you will buy it at double the price, right? Everyone present
Did you hear everything clearly?"
A group of onlookers nodded happily and said, "I heard you all!"
Ye Wendong looked straight at Boss Jin and said with a half-smile: "Boss Jin, would you like to transfer the money?"
Boss Jin suddenly felt like a bolt from the blue, and he could hardly stand still.
You know, for him, money is the most important thing. He has always taken advantage of others, but no one has taken advantage of him.
He took a deposit of 100,000 yuan from Song Yunliu, originally thinking that she would suffer a loss, but now he paid 300,000 yuan instead!
"Boss Jin? Why didn't you say anything? Are you trying to deny it?" Ye Wendong blinked and continued to fan the flames.
Everyone was watching the excitement and fanning the flames without taking it too seriously: "Yes, Boss Jin, you are not so trustworthy, are you?"
"Babaoju is a big store. How unpleasant would it be if word got out?"
Boss Jin was angry and annoyed. Did Ye Wendong know that there was something in the scroll? It was intentional!
He rolled his eyes and thought of a way to say: "I don't have that much money on hand, can I give it to you later?"
Ye Wendong shook his head and said: "Boss Jin has always been a person with a very good sense of time. Because my teacher encountered a car accident, he refused to go overtime for several hours and directly sold the ancient paintings ordered by my teacher.
Why would others say it will be late?"
As soon as Ye Wendong said these words, the eyes of all the merchants and customers fell on Song Yunliu who was leaning on crutches.
They immediately thought of the pitiful appearance of such a delicate and pretty beauty who was injured and deliberately made things difficult by Boss Jin, and they were all filled with indignation.
"Boss Jin, you are being unkind! You are typical of only allowing state officials to set fires and not allowing people to light lamps!"
"That's right, you're just going to disgrace our antique street!"
"It turns out that Baibaoju is a store like this. I will never come here again!"
"Boss Jin, you have to pay back your debts. Who knows if a person with your moral character will default on your debts!"
The excitement here at Baibaoju was definitely not good for Boss Jin. He was anxious and worried about ruining his reputation. He had no choice but to reluctantly transfer the money to Song Yunliu and send these two away quickly.
God of Plague.
Seeing Boss Jin's depressed look, Ye Wendong was in a good mood and left Baibaoju with Song Yunliu.
After leaving Baibaoju, Song Yunliu couldn't help but ask Ye Wendong: "Ye Wendong, how do you know there is something in that scroll?"
Ye Wendong smiled and said: "I'm confused, teacher."
Song Yunliu had some doubts, could anyone really be so accurate?
"By the way, shall I transfer the four hundred thousand to you?"
Ye Wendong shook his head and said: "No, the one named Jin is transferred to you, so you can take it? By the way, teacher, did you see the face of Boss Jin just now?"
Song Yunliu covered his mouth and chuckled, saying: "That guy surnamed Jin is probably going to be angry to death! And since so many people have seen him bullying people this time, I guess no one will come to his store in the future. This is called multiple acts of injustice."