Liu Yawen knew that Xue An had a girlfriend, and Xue An had told her about it from the beginning, so just now after the two of them came out of the alley, Xue An said that he wanted to sort out their relationship with her again.

, she didn’t answer this brat.

In the past, Liu Yawen thought that Xue An was from the Yinmen, and she approached Xue An with a purpose, just to have an inseparable relationship with Xue An. At that time, she knew that Xu An had a girlfriend, and she didn't care, and the Yinmen

People, it's very common for big guys to have three or four women.

But it's different now.

Xue An was not from the Hidden Sect. If she wanted to be with Xue An, he would still want to hug her, and there were several women he would definitely disagree with, so he didn't even think about it.

After Xiong Yawen ignored Xue An, she looked forward.

I saw an old man in his seventies or eighties standing at the door of this store. He said with a very unhappy face: "You are just deliberately lying to me. This painting of mine has been identified by experts and cannot be fake."

, this is Tang Yin’s authentic work.”

"I'm sorry, old man. We have invited several masters here to conduct detailed appraisals. The final results are consistent. Your painting is not really a fake." The waiter at the door calmly agreed with this person.

The old man said that although there were many people around the door because of this old man, he was not angry at all and was not angry at all.

Unlike what is said in some novels, where some clerks look down on others and so on, they very patiently explained to the old man: "Although our appraiser is not the best, I have found it for you."

I visited all the masters and everyone took a look, and their final appraisal results were all the same. I really didn’t lie to you, old man."

"It's impossible. This painting is passed down from our family. It was bought by my great-grandfather at a huge price. Then it was passed down to my grandfather's generation, and my grandfather passed it on to my father. My father finally

It has been passed down to me for more than 100 years. How could it be wrong? This is an heirloom of our family." This old man in his 70s and 80s now said

In a very excited mood, he said anxiously: "This painting is a family heirloom. If my little grandson hadn't been seriously ill this time and needed a lot of money for treatment, I wouldn't have been able to sell this heirloom."

Yes, it can't be a fake painting, you listen to me, you have to believe me, old man, I have been living as a real person for decades, and I have never deceived anyone."

"I'm really sorry, old man. I sympathize with the great changes in your family's house building, but we are doing business, and we can indeed talk. But yours is a fake, and we can't buy it for you at that price. Otherwise, the boss will still pay for it.

Don't beat me to death, I'm just a part-time worker." This clerk was also very sincere and told the truth.

The old man also knew that the clerk was not trying to make things difficult for him, but that the result of their appraisal was indeed false. However, in his mind, this could not be false. He accepted it a little at a time, but couldn't bear it and was paralyzed.

Sitting on the ground, holding the painting, the old man burst into tears and whispered to himself: "What...what should I do now? My little grandson is still waiting for urgent money."

The people watching here have now figured out what the situation is. It should be this old man. His grandson is seriously ill and needs a lot of money for treatment, so he reluctantly gives up and passes on this legacy that has been passed down for more than 100 years.

Chen Jiabao took it out for sale, who knew Zhang Hua had brought it

When I came here, after appraisal, it turned out that this painting was a fake and not valuable. I originally thought that this could be exchanged for money to save my grandson, but now it is worthless. You think that your grandson still needs money at home.

When it comes to surgery, the old man's hope is shattered at this moment and his whole body collapses.

"Old man, don't worry. You can let me take a look at your painting." Xiong Shaoqiang also looked at the old man's tearful appearance. He couldn't bear it. He took a few steps forward and said to him: "

Sometimes, even if the thing is a fake, as long as the painting is good, it should still be worth a little money."

"Oh, okay, okay." As soon as the old man heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed through his eyes, he stopped crying, and quickly handed the painting in his hand to Xiong Shaoqiang.

Xiong Shaoqiang took the painting, opened it and looked at it carefully.

Liu Yawen is very knowledgeable about antique calligraphy and painting. She will naturally get closer and help Xiong Shaoqiang to check it. Many people nearby are experts and come over to look at it. Xue An doesn't understand, so he can only stand aside.

Waiting for Liu Yawen and Xiong Shaoqiang to announce the results.

The two of them carefully looked at the painting from beginning to end, and then they looked at each other, and they were both sure that the painting was the same as what the clerk just said, and that the painting was not authentic but a fake.

"This painting is not authentic, it is a copy. The seals on it are all imitations. This is indeed a fake." After reading it, Xiong Shaoqiang rerolled the painting, sighed, and exchanged the painting with the old man.

He held his hand and said calmly: "I can only say that your touch is pretty good. If you want to sell it, this painting will probably be worth about ten or twenty thousand."

"Only worth ten or twenty thousand?" After hearing this, the old man collapsed instantly and said with a look of despair: "My grandson now needs an operation and will need a long period of recovery. The doctor said it will be cured here.

It costs at least one or two million, but now it’s only worth one or two million. How can it be hundreds of times different? How can it be done now?”

Those words made people cry bitterly. Seeing this situation, the people watching were all robots. There was a lot of discussion, but this is one or two million, and it is unrealistic to want to help. After all, no one will spend one or two hundred.

Wan went to buy a worthless copy of a painting. However, at this moment

.

If it’s one or two million, I’ll calculate it as 2 million for you, okay?”

As soon as Xue An finished saying this, the whole place was in an uproar.

Someone actually spent 2 million to buy a copied painting out of sympathy, and everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to Xue An.

"Are you really willing to spend 2 million to buy my painting?" The old man looked at the young man in disbelief and asked.

"Yes." Xue An nodded very seriously.

"Really?" After confirming again, the old man's voice trembled a little, and he stood up from the ground tremblingly. He grabbed Xue An's arm with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would run away. Due to various reasons,
Chapter completed!