Chapter 8 Suspicion

Li Ling poured the remaining water in the cup on the street and looked at Yang Bo's leaving figure. He was puzzled as to why Yang Bo got together with the people who came to sell antiques.

Back in the store, Jia Huairen looked at Li Ling's thoughtful look and asked with a smile: "What's going on? Who were you talking to just now?"

"Oh, it's Yang Bo. " Li Ling explained, and couldn't help but add: "Uncle, don't you think it's strange? I just saw Yang Bo and the liar selling ancient paintings who just walked out of our store.

Let’s chat together!”

Jia Huairen laughed and said, "What's this?"

After saying that, Jia Huairen's expression suddenly changed and he said in shock: "What did you just say? Yang Bo, is it Yang Bo from Gudezhai? He is actually with that liar?"

Li Ling's heart also suddenly thought, "It's Yang Bo from Gudezhai, they are the ones talking!"

Jia Huairen's face was solemn and he said bitterly: "What a good Guo Bapi, he deceived people and actually deceived me. He deceived people too much! Did he really think that he could let me in by setting up such a loophole-filled game?

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"Humph! Guo Bapi, Guo Bapi, I must peel off a layer of his skin!" Jia Huairen muttered a few words to himself, then said no more, and told Li Ling: "This is

Don’t talk to that Yang Bo about this matter again, stay away from him in the future, don’t be betrayed by others without knowing it!”

Li Ling also thought about these things. When he thought that his uncle would probably be deceived by Yang Bo and his boss, he was filled with anger. I have always treated you as a brother in vain!

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Yang Bo didn't know about these turmoils. He took the middle-aged man to the bank and simply drew up a transfer contract, signed it, and then transferred 50,000 yuan to the other party. The transaction was concluded.

Holding the long red box and sitting in the service hall of the bank, Yang Bo felt a sense of relief, but also felt a lot of pressure. The 50,000 yuan he had just received was gone in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, he did not call home.

The brocade box in the painting made him feel at ease again, and he just hoped that this painting could bring him good luck!

The ancient paintings have been obtained, and the next step is to take action. Gudezhai and Boguzhai must be eliminated first. There are many antique shops nearby, but there are not a few that are truly trustworthy. Early this morning,

When I followed Deputy Director Qu to Boguzhai, I was almost deceived by those two old guys Jia Huairen, even if they were acquaintances, let alone those guys who can eat people without spitting out their bones!

After thinking for a while, Yang Bo decided to try the store where the Fish Basket was sold in the early morning. After all, he had established his professional image there, and Boss Liu didn't dare to go too far.

The words "Jiyatang" were flying in the air. When Yang Bo walked in, there was no one else in the store. Boss Liu was sitting in the lobby drinking tea, while the waiter was dozing off on the table.

When he saw Yang Bo walking in, Boss Liu was surprised at first, and then he laughed. The God of Wealth is the one who can bring business. "Hey, Xiao Yang, do you have something good on your hands?"

Yang Bo nodded and put the box down, "You take a look first, and then we'll talk!"

"Okay!" Boss Liu smiled and ordered the waiter, "The tea in the teapot is too bland, go and make a pot of good tea!"

The waiter looked at Yang Bo strangely, wondering why the boss looked at this young man with admiration.

Yang Bo himself smiled. It turns out that the rules in every store are similar, and there is a difference between pouring tea and good tea.

Although he received a genuine piece from Yang Bo, Boss Liu obviously did not dare to be careless this time. He opened the box, took out the scroll, and spread a layer of cloth on the table. Then he put the scroll on it, slowly unfolded it, and began to see it.

, a pure and quiet Zen feeling came to my face, and I couldn't help but admire it.

Yang Bo sat aside and tasted tea carefully. When he came here in the early morning, he was nervous and restless. He was not in the mood to taste tea. Now he had a plan in his mind. While sipping tea, he looked back at the display in the shop.

Another unusual state of mind.

In the past, Yang Bo had carefully observed the customers who came to sell antiques. They all had different identities, and each person's behavior was also different. When the farmers brought the items, they were mostly uneasy, looking around, and their eyes were unfocused; they were oily.

The liar brokers are calm when they come in, and even when talking, they mostly talk and laugh, which is hard to detect, but the slick businessman's air cannot be removed; finally, there are some collectors, this kind of people are the most famous.

His temperament can make Guo Papi speechless every time he opens his mouth. Of course, those are only a few.

Yang Bo had fantasized about his identity before, imagining himself as a collector, holding heavy weapons, bronzes, jade, calligraphy, paintings, and toys. When he spoke, he did not say that he was as bright as a golden lotus, but he could still make people admire him. Now that he thought about it, it was inevitable that he would

It seems a bit ridiculous. If you don't study hard, how can you achieve this?

While thinking about it, Boss Liu had already sat back and said, "Xiao Yang, you are really efficient. Could it be that you got this ancient painting at noon today?"

Boss Liu obviously regarded Yang Bo as one of the second-hand dealers in the business. Yang Bo smiled and did not deny it, "Kuncan, courtesy name Jieqiu, and Shixi, was one of the four monks of the Qing Dynasty. The composition of this painting is solid and complicated.

It is rigorous, the scenery does not win with novelty, but also reveals the depth in the ordinary, and the writing power is extraordinary."

Seeing that Yang Bo only talked about painting and nothing else, Boss Liu naturally didn't want to say more, and he was secretly amazed. He didn't know whose family had cultivated such a freak, "It's true. Monk Kun Can learned from Huang Gongwang and Wang Meng

, and especially close to Wang Meng. His painting techniques are strict and vigorous. He especially likes to use a bald pen to thirst for ink, layer by layer of scratching and staining. He is thick but not rigid, lush and crowded. He is good at writing ordinary scenes, plain and ordinary.

See the depth."

Yang Bo laughed and took a small sip of tea. The clear soup flowed down his throat and its fragrance lingered on his tongue.

Boss Liu's face became more cautious, "Xiao Yang, you should know that this painting is no better than the previous Fish Basket Lord. We don't want to go off the beaten path. This street is full of shops, and many objects are there."

It’s famous and everyone knows about it.”

Yang Bo didn't understand the meaning of these words at first. After thinking about it for a while, he realized that the other party suspected that he was a thief!

Not revealing his identity actually caused the other party to make wild guesses, which made Yang Bo very helpless. But it was impossible for him to reveal his identity. Do you want him to tell the other party that he was just a clerk in an antique shop? In this way, he could still communicate with the other party.

Treat each other as equals? If the mystery of identity created by your own efforts disappears, the loss will be great. After all, if the other party cannot understand your identity, they will not dare to give a low price easily!
Chapter completed!