Chapter 39: The shop owner who cheated

Early the next morning, Ye Bufan went to a restaurant to have breakfast with his mother, and then went out to buy cinnabar yellow paper and other things to prepare some talismans.

It is not easy to buy these things in the city now. He visited several stores in succession and finally collected all the items in a calligraphy and painting shop.

After going out, he saw a crowd of people on the opposite side, and unknowingly arrived at Jubaoyuan, the largest antique market in Jiangnan City.

If you want to deal with the evil things in the paradise community, the power of the talismans you make alone is not enough. It would be great if you can find a handy magic weapon.

However, in today's technological society, there are fewer and fewer monks, and magic weapons are rare and rare items.

Now that he has arrived at the Treasure Garden, he decided to go in and try his luck. It would be best if he could find one or two magic weapons.

Thinking of this, he walked slowly towards the antique street.

As the saying goes, antiques come from golden times in troubled times. In recent years, the antique market in China has been extremely hot. Many people like to wander here to see if they can pick up something.

However, in recent years, TV stations have launched treasure appraisal programs one after another. Many people are eager to take out their grandfather's urinals and identify them to see if there are treasures hidden in their homes.

In this case, it is almost impossible to pick up the leak.

Entering the antique street, Ye Bufan walked from shop to shop. His method of identifying antiques was very simple. He could see clearly by just scanning with his spiritual sense.

The antiques that have been handed down have varying degrees of aura on them. The stronger the aura, the older they are.

Although there are many fakes in the antique industry, this kind of spirit cannot be forged by anyone. It can be said that his identification method is more accurate than carbon-14 testing.

It's just that the water in the Antique Street was too deep. He walked half a street and found that most of the items he saw were fakes. Although he also saw a few genuine items, the prices were horrifyingly expensive, far beyond what he could afford. value.

He walked into another shop and walked around inside. When he was about to leave, suddenly a middle-aged man hurried in from outside with a scroll in his hand.

This man wore glasses and looked like a cultural intellectual, but his face was full of anger at the moment.

Ye Bufan originally didn't care about these things and had no intention of watching the excitement, but when he saw the scroll in the middle-aged man's hand, he stopped immediately.

That painting exudes spiritual energy, and it is very rich. At first glance, it is extraordinary.

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"Boss, you're so bullying. Why did you take off the bag I bought?"

The middle-aged man slapped the scroll in his hand on the counter and shouted angrily at the shop owner.

The boss was a young man in his thirties. He looked skinny, like a monkey. He liked to wear a fat Tang suit, which looked a bit nondescript.

His eyes are not big, and they are constantly moving around. At first glance, he looks like a profiteer.

When he saw the middle-aged man, his expression changed slightly, and then he said, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about? I just bought Ji Xiaolan's calligraphy from you for 5,000 yuan. Why did it change when I got back? You must have changed it for me!"

The middle-aged man said angrily.

The shop owner smiled coldly: "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. There are so many shops in Jubaoyuan, who knows where you bought it from."

The middle-aged man said angrily: "You want to deny it, right? I remember clearly that I bought it from your family or from you."

The shop owner said coldly: "So what if you bought it from my shop? We have this rule in the antique street. Once you buy it, you will leave it without refund or exchange.

You made a mistake yourself, who can you blame? "

The middle-aged man said: "If I took a wrong look, I can only blame myself, but it was obviously you who dropped the bag. I obviously fell in love with Ji Xiaolan's calligraphy, but when I got home, it turned out to be Yan Zhenqing's. Do you think this is what happened?"

The shop owner said calmly: "I have received so many customers today, who can remember what painting you bought.

Besides, Yan Zhenqing was a great calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. He is much older than Ji Xiaolan, and his calligraphy is more valuable than Ji Xiaolan's. Aren't you taking advantage? What else are you looking for? "

The middle-aged man was shaking with anger and said angrily: "But this painting of yours is obviously fake. I spent 5,000 yuan on it, and it's not even worth 500 yuan."

The store owner said: "We have agreed, you only need two eyes to buy the real thing or the fake one. Who can you blame if you didn't take a good look at it?"

The middle-aged man said angrily: "You...you are acting rogue! You must return this painting to me today, otherwise I will never be done with you."

Ye Bufan had already understood. What happened was very clear. The shop owner first deceived the middle-aged man with a real calligraphy painting, and then used a trick to steal and sell a fake calligraphy and painting for 5,000 yuan.

The shop owner said impatiently: "You are really

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Annoying, let’s do this. I’ll give you a refund of up to 500 yuan. If you agree, you can take it. If you don’t agree, you can sue wherever you like. "

After saying that, he took out 5 big bills and slapped them on the counter.

"No, I obviously spent 5,000 yuan. If you don't give me back, I will call the police."

"Call the police? Who are you trying to scare by calling the police?" The shop owner sneered, "What do you say when the police come? Do you think the police can believe it that I spent 5,000 yuan to buy an authentic piece of Ji Xiaolan's work?"

I want to buy Ji Xiaolan’s calligraphy for 5,000 yuan. Who do you think you are? Can you pick up a big leak just by walking around the antique street?

If it were really Ji Xiaolan's original work, you wouldn't be able to take away 500,000 yuan, so what are you thinking! "

"I……"

The middle-aged man's face was flushed, and he was discouraged after thinking about it for a while. It was indeed the case. Even if he called the police, he couldn't explain this kind of thing clearly.

In desperation, he could only admit that he was unlucky. He was too greedy for money. How could he buy Ji Xiaolan's original work for 5,000 yuan.

"I'm in trouble!"

After saying that, he was going to get the 5 big bills on the counter. After all, it was better to lose less than to look upset with a fake calligraphy and painting.

At this moment, Ye Bufan said: "Brother, can you lend me this painting of yours? I have always wanted a painting with Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy. If you can, sell it to me."

"You can take a look if you want, but let me tell you first, this is a fake."

The middle-aged man said and handed over the scroll in his hand.

Ye Bufan took the scroll and slowly opened it. There were two lines of large characters written on it, "Indifference makes one's ambition clear, tranquility makes one go far." The signature was stamped with Yan Zhenqing's name seal.

However, the painting workmanship of this calligraphy is generally rough, and even someone who is not particularly skilled can tell that it is a fake.

When the shop owner saw that Ye Bufan wanted to buy calligraphy, he said: "Little brother, I like Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy and painting. There are many in my shop. Any one you choose is much better than this one."

"No, I want this."

As he spoke, Ye Bufan took out 5,000 yuan and handed it to the middle-aged man, "Brother, I want this calligraphy, and I'll give you 5,000 yuan."

Just now, he had already seen the mystery of this calligraphy, which was that 100 of them were more than 5,000 yuan. Originally, he wanted to give the middle-aged man more money, but he was afraid that it would be self-defeating, so he thought about it and let it go.

After all, antiques have their own rules. Without him, he could only get the 500 yuan, and the loss would be even greater.