Chapter 16 King vs. King

"I'll pay five million." Wang Tianshi also squeezed in. He was not a child care provider to raise the price. In fact, he was really afraid that the painting would be bought by others, because he didn't want to cheat others. The painting was drawn from him just to cheat Qin Heng.

Wang Tianshi is so young and so crazy about yelling, which attracts countless suspicious eyes for a moment.

"Get out, where are the little kids coming from? Let's make trouble again. I will crush your eggs and pull them out." Ah Ming yelled at Wang Tianshi and walked towards him. Although his face was fierce and murderous, his eyes were somewhat dodging. This was his young master. If it weren't for the young master's father, he would still be squatting in the horn. If Wang Tianshi had not wanted him to do this, he wouldn't have farted in front of Wang Tianshi.

"I have money, really rich!" Before Dazhuang's slightly trembling fists touched him, Wang Tianshi hurriedly took off the backpack behind him, unzipped the zipper with a "swish", and bundles of bright red RMB were presented to everyone.

Da Zhuang's hand stopped silently. When the onlookers looked at Wang Tianshi's eyes, they no longer had the previous suspicion. They sighed that in this era of second-generation ancestors, don't bully the young man to be "poor"!

"I'll pay six million." The old man in black shirt made a bid again. After saying that, he glanced at Wang Tianshi, afraid that he would raise the price again, so he deliberately said, "I'm afraid I can't hold five million in this bag!"

Wang Tianshi stuffed his backpack directly into the arms of the stall owner Ajin, "I'll pay eight million. These two million are deposits, come with me to get the money."

“Eight million…”

"This has refreshed the transaction record of single ancient paintings in the black market this year!"

The crowd sighed for a while.

Just as the old man in black was thinking about whether to increase the price, A Jin, who had been as calm as a mountain, suddenly stood up and said, "Eight million, the deal!"

Wang Tianshi happily took the backpack, waited for Ajin and Amin to pack up the ancient paintings, and walked out of the black market in full view of everyone.

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Money House.

"Boss Wang, stop looking at me. If you look at my painting again, you will lose it. For the last time, will you buy it or not?" He Caizi urged again.

"Yes, Guangyuan, I'm kind enough to make you a profit. If you don't want it, then I'll take it. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance at that time." Qin Heng also urged on the side, showing an attitude of wanting you, I want it.

At this moment, Wang Guangyuan's cell phone rang. When he saw that it was called by Wang Tianshi, he felt relieved. After answering, he said, "Okay, come quickly, I'll wait for you!" and hung up.

"My son is coming soon. He said that he also saw a genuine Shen Zhou painting in the black market. He called for 8 million yuan and brought the other party!" Wang Guangyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, spoke helplessly, pretending to curse: "This kid is too ignorant. After learning Chinese painting for a few years, he dares to do whatever he wants. Master Qin later, you have to talk about him well.

"Huh?" He Fengzi looked at Qin Heng with him, and his heart skipped a beat. In the antique industry, the most afraid of being works from the same author, and comparing goods, especially Qin Heng, he knew best that although the paintings He Fengzi took out were good in fake skills and good in painting skills, in terms of style, there was a clear difference from Shen Zhou's style.

This is also the reason Wang Guangyuan saw from the beginning but couldn't explain.

"When did Shen Zhou's authentic works become cabbage in the vegetable market? I have to call Tie San Master. Today is their Tiejiang Gang in the Heishi Town." Qin Heng said as he took out the phone and was about to go out.

"Yes, yes, my incompetent son, don't attract a group of scoundrels. At that time, you will rely on you to support the scene." Wang Guangyuan bowed to the bald head and Dazhuang repeatedly.

Black Market. The old man in black long gown who had just failed to win the ancient painting stood in a corner of the market with a gray face. A few men in black T-shirts had gathered around him, and more people were coming from all corners of the market.

Most of the people who are involved in the black market know him, Tie Sanye, the second leader of the Tie Jiang Gang, so just now, when he bids for the bid, the others will leave one after another. However, there was a young man who snatched the painting from him. Because the incident happened to the black market, he was not easy to do anything to maintain the reputation of the black market, but this does not mean that Tie Sanye would let the big fish go.

At this moment, Tie San's cell phone rang.

"Well, that boy, I've been staring at that guy... There is indeed something wrong, what, where did he go to you? Okay, I'll block the intersection. You have to save the painting at all costs. We will make a profit after we make a profit!" Tie San waved his hand and led the members of the Blacksmith Gang around to an alley outside the black market.

This news is good news for Tie San, and for Qin Heng, it is bad news that cannot be broken any more. The bad even disrupted his overall plan because he believed in Tie San's vision. Tie San said that the ancient paintings were real, so they would not be fake. Now, two authentic works of Shen Zhou, one real and one fake, are about to meet here.

For Qin Heng, the original copy appeared too inappropriate because he needed to use fakes to deceive Wang Guangyuan's money, which made him bear heavy debts, forcing him to sell notes. But now, the appearance of a genuine copy made the plan that he thought was foolproof and became more and more dangerous.

What made Qin Heng even more frustrated was that he shouldn't let He Crazyman pretend to be a seller. Now that such a thing happened, it would be impossible to change the plan again. If He Crazyman was called out, it would definitely make Wang Guangyuan suspicious. Qin Heng saw just now that Wang Guangyuan was reluctant to buy paintings, so he must have some suspicion about him.

Shortly after Qin Heng entered the house again, Wang Tianshi took Ajin Aming and came to the Qianwu.

"You bastard who doesn't know the world is so high, do you know what the original works of Shen Zhou are? How can you cause trouble for me at this critical moment?" Wang Guangyuan, who has never poked Wang Tianshi's hands and has never scolded Wang Tianshi for a long time, has scolded his son three times today in order to cooperate with his son's acting.

"Dad, don't worry, you are also the original one here. I also say it is the original one here. Let the two original ones be put together to compete with each other. The painting is even more authentic, so let's buy that one..." Wang Tianshi said in a seemingly innocent way, and after that, he looked at He Qianzi opposite him.

This glance made him notice the bald head behind He Fengzi, and made him remember the pursuit that night. However, that night was too dark, and everyone only saw a rough outline. He recognized the bald head, but the bald head did not recognize him.

"Yes, compare, if my painting is real, I will increase the price!" He Caizi didn't know what was going on at all. Qin Heng couldn't wink at all. Even if He Caizi knew, what could he do? At this moment, the arrow was on the string and he had to shoot it.

When Wang Guangyuan and Wang Tianshi looked at A Jin, the cripple remained silent and mysterious. He first glanced at He Fengzi's painting on the table, and a hint of contempt appeared on his face. Then he spread the scroll of the painting tube next to He Fengzi's landscape painting. Almost at the same time, the bald and A Ming took a step forward, and as bodyguards, they began to compete with their eyes.

Qianwu fell into silence at this moment. Whether it was Qin Heng or He Caizi, his eyes were locked in the "Apricot Blossom Boy" with their eyes tightly. The paper was soft and yellow, the ink was dry and cracked, the handwriting was casual and compact, the charm was simple and fresh. Except for Shen Zhou's paintings, who else has this artistic conception, and the inscriptions and seals were even more problematic.

If it weren't for thinking about notes, Wang Dingzhang would be ecstatic when he saw this painting. He would spend 10 million yuan, no, he would not lose money if he bought it for 20 million yuan. But he could not, then his conspiracy would be completely exposed. He was determined to "help" Wang Guangyuan and compete with Wang Guangyuan for paintings. So what happened to the "Green Mountain Picture" that He Crazy took out?

So he is very frustrated now, and what is even more frustrating is that he has to speak nonsense and say that this perfect "Apricot Blossom Boy" is fake, prompting Wang Guangyuan to come and buy He Caizi's "Cream Mountain Picture".

"These two paintings, from the texture, seem to be from the Ming and Qing dynasties. I have also read some information about Mr. Qin and Shen Zhou. I think this one is... "Wang Guangyuan was only half of his words, and then changed his mind, "Mr. Qin, what do you think?"

Qin Heng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, walked to the table and pointed to the "Picture of the Apricot Blossom Boy" and said, "The style of this painting is indeed very similar to Shen Zhou's works in his later years, but unfortunately, it is indeed fake. The forger's painting skills are too stiff and there is no such casualness in Shen Zhou's works. Moreover, the biggest flaw is this inscription. An old friend of mine collected a genuine work of Shen Zhou. The inscription is exactly the same as this one. As we all know, the inscriptions of the ancient paintings are different in each work, so no matter how realistic the painting is, it is fake."

He Qianzi and Wang Guangyuan nodded repeatedly when Qin Heng said something, and Wang Tianshi sneered secretly. This inscription was made up by him and Gui Yujiao casually. How could it be there elsewhere? Qin Heng was talking nonsense.

According to the rules, if the seller raises doubts about your ancient paintings, the seller will have to refute and argue. It only took Ajin's contact with ancient paintings for one or two days. Although Wang Tianshi temporarily crammed and instilled some knowledge of antiques for him, he was obviously not qualified to debate with a professional like Qin Heng, so he could only come in person, but Wang Tianshi naturally could not say that this inscription was fabricated by me.

When others attack you, you attack others. Similarly, when others say that you are not good at painting, you will be even more unbearable about other people's paintings.
Chapter completed!