C85 (1/2)

Xu Lei rolled her eyes at Ling Feng and said: ”Forget it, forget it. I hope that tomorrow you won't let me beat you up into a pig's head.”

”When he hit me, I, Ling Feng, am the only one who does it in this world, and no one has ever hit me.” Ling Feng said narcissistically.

”AHH!” A series of blood-curdling screams rang out.

”True? ”I don't think there will be any real goods here until ten years ago.” Ling Feng shook his head.

Although Ling Feng was not an expert, he still had some attainments in antiques. He only needed a glance at the items displayed on the streets to know that they were fake.

”Let's go, I'll take you to a place with real goods.” Xu Lei said mysteriously.

Xu Lei dragged Ling Feng to a shop called the Gu Xuan Garden, which sold calligraphy and paintings. Ling Feng followed Xu Lei into the antique shop, and saw that there were a lot of ancient calligraphy and paintings on the walls of the shop, many of them were recent calligraphers, but when Ling Feng used his eyes to scan the shop, he found that only one set of paintings was real.

”Screech!” Big Miss Xu, you've come. ” Seeing Xu Lei, the owner welcomed him with glowing eyes.

”Boss Gu, have you prepared the painting for me yet?” Xu Lei asked with a smile.

”I'm ready. A lot of people have been asking about it these days, but I haven't sold any of them.” Boss Gu chuckled.

With that, the Boss Gu took out an exquisite box from his room, opening it was a painting of mountains and rivers, slowly unfolding it.

”This painting is the real work of the famous painter of the Qing Dynasty, Zhang Shi. Grandfather loves landscape painting the most. Next month will be Grandfather's eightieth birthday. I want to give it to Grandfather.” Xu Lei laughed.

Ling Feng's gaze fell upon the mountain and river drawing. In the painting, there was a picture of a mountain range, with a small stream flowing down slowly, and a boat floating in the middle of the mountain stream, looking extremely beautiful.

”Miss Xu, this painting is currently selling for 1.2 million.” The Boss Gu laughed.

”Isn't it 1.1 million now? Why did the price rise again?” Xu Lei said in dissatisfaction.

”Miss Xu, it's not that I'm asking for a sky-high price, a young master has offered 1.3 million for this painting, I haven't even given it to you to keep. You can't let me compensate you too much, if you don't want me to call that young master right now, he'll come over immediately to get the painting.” Boss Gu squinted his eyes and laughed.

”Forget it, one million and two hundred thousand then.” Xu Lei sighed and took out a gold card.

Just as she was about to give her card to Boss Gu, Ling Feng snatched it away. ”1.2 million for a damaged card.”

”Remnant item?” Xu Lei couldn't help but be taken aback upon hearing Ling Feng's words.

”Oi, Sir, you have to take responsibility for speaking. This is Zhang Shi's real work, how could it be incomplete?” Boss Gu at the side shouted.

Zhang Shi's painting is magnificent and thick, at the same time, his description of the trees is even more detailed. Look at this painting, the waterfalls, flowing springs in the left part of the mountain and the thick layers of trees on the mountain range are very exquisite, and then look at the right half of the painting, it's obviously a lot rougher. The left half of this painting is real, but the right half should have been damaged and repaired by the later generation. Ling Feng said indifferently.

As soon as Ling Feng said this, the boss was flabbergasted. He knew the bottom of this painting, it was exactly the same as what Ling Feng said.

”I trust you so much in the Boss Gu, yet you …” After hearing Ling Feng's painting and looking at the expression on his face, Xu Lei was even more sure of Ling Feng's judgement.

”Miss Xu, don't listen to his nonsense. I bought this painting at a high price.” Boss Gu said with an ashen face.

At this time, Ling Feng suddenly stopped in front of a mountain and river painting.

”How much is this painting?” Ling Feng asked.

”This is just a replica. Thirty thousand yuan.” The owner glanced at the painting.

Ling Feng stared at the picture intently, a glint flashed past his eyes, and he caressed the back of the picture, finally having an idea.

”Thirty thousand is expensive. Twenty thousand is mine.” Ling Feng said calmly.

”Ling Feng, why did you spend so much money to buy a copy?” Xu Lei looked at Ling Feng in puzzlement.

This painting is the work of Li Miao of the Song Dynasty. His real work is around 3 million RMB on the market. Although this painting is a replica, I like it very much.

Ling Feng then handed the gold card over to the owner: ”Scratch it.”

”Hey, that's my card.” Xu Lei said in dissatisfaction.

”I don't have that much money, can't I borrow it first?” Ling Feng said in embarrassment.

”No problem, interest is doubled.” Ling Feng laughed.

Only then did Xu Lei lose her card's password, causing Boss Gu's complexion to ease up, and gave the drawing to Ling Feng.

He got this painting from a laborer for 2,000 yuan. Selling this painting for 20,000 yuan would earn him ten times the profit. Although the business had been messed up, it was still open for business at night.

Just as Ling Feng left, a young man walked in hastily from the door.