Although the business didn't make a big profit from the owner, he was very happy to see this rare wonder. He smiled and bowed to Youmeng and congratulated him: "Young Master, it seems that you are really the destined person to this painting!"

Youmeng was even more happy when she heard this, but she heard someone around her sarcastic.

"This is a fool who meets a fool, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten." Tang Wenshan muttered casually, making the whole air sore, "It's really boring, it's dispersed."

The crowd gradually dissipated, Youmeng handed over the scroll to the Winter Solstice for safekeeping, looked back and asked again: "Owner, I wonder when that Young Master Ye Yu will come again?"

The owner of the museum said: "He paid a five-day deposit. Even if he couldn't sell it, he would come back to collect the painting in five days."

Youmeng then took some silver from his purse and put it in the manager's hands: "Those who do you think are my filial piety to the manager, please do me a little favor."

Seeing that she was dressed in a noble manner and was so generous, the owner couldn't help but become more respectful: "Please tell me, please!"

She smiled shyly: "Wait five days later, Mr. Ye Yu comes to pick up the painting. If you help me keep him for a moment, you will say that the buyer of this painting admires his painting skills very much and wants to meet him in person."

A few thoughts flashed between the owner's eyebrows: "This is not difficult, but if Mr. Ye Yu asks about your name, how should I introduce Mr. Ye?

Youmeng meditated for a moment: "Just tell him that it was a young master named Nan Ke who was surnamed Chu who bought his paintings. There is no need to say much about the rest. I will talk to him in detail at that time."

The owner bowed: "Okay, I've recorded this matter, so don't worry, young master."

"It's hard." Youmeng smiled, and suddenly heard a muffled sound of fists and kicks coming from behind the calligraphy and painting stage, which was so noisy that she was very confused.

She turned her head and looked through the crowd. She saw a simple-dressed young man surrounded by several thugs, punching and kicking the ground to serve him. The thugs cursed. The man lowered his head, as if he was holding something in his arms, and said sadly: "You guys who are unsighted, you don't recognize the big treasures, and say that this is waste paper... You are the mountains of gold and silver, so don't regret it in the future..."

The thugs are even more serious: "It's still long-winded! Do you want to leave? If you don't leave, I will break your legs!"

This scene was really awesome. Youmeng couldn't stand it and shouted angrily: "Stop!"

The vicious thugs suddenly stopped and turned around and saw Youmeng rushing towards him with great momentum.

"Isn't this Confucian Museum a place to make friends through literature? Can you be more polite? How can you hit someone?" Youmeng was very angry, and the owner of the museum also came with her and was immediately questioned. "Master, tell me, what's the reason why the subordinates are so brutal? Do you still need the moral integrity of the literati!"

The owner was very embarrassed and did not want to ruin the guest's good impression of this place, so he quickly revenges: "Young Master, please calm down, it's all your fault that this ungrateful thing is making trouble here, and you can't drive it away no matter how hard you drive it away. It has disturbed you. Don't blame me, don't blame me..."

Youmeng looked at the young man huddled on the ground. Seeing that he buried his head in his sleeves and protected his face, he was afraid of being beaten again, and looked very pitiful. She couldn't help but feel even more annoyed: "Who is he? Why should he be entangled with you?"
Chapter completed!