After Mr. Song finished speaking, Yuan Wu couldn't help but become anxious.

His family had some influence in the city, but it would kill him with a big stone.

If Mr. Song is really from the Song family in the state capital, and has a grandfather who is an official in the capital.

Then he is completely invincible.

Wu Xueli shrank aside and did not dare to speak.

After all, he really didn't have the ability to handle this matter, and what he said was of no use.

It's better to stay aside and not disturb his father.

"Mr. Song, this..."

Li Xiucai also frowned and said, "Five thousand taels are indeed too much to take out at once."

"Please Mr. Song, please be patient for a while..."

At this time.

Young Master Song said "tsk".

"If you can't get the money, I'll use your land and house as payment."

"You have soiled my master's things and I cannot tolerate your denial!"

"I'll go find your county magistrate right now!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his feet and started to leave.

Wu Yuanwai said anxiously: "Master Song..."

Seek medical treatment in an emergency.

Wu Yuanwai turned to Cui Yuyou who was behind Mr. Song.

"Miss Cui, please give us a few words of kindness and give Mr. Song some time."

Cui Yuyou glanced at Zhao Ce intentionally or unintentionally, stroked her temples, and said softly: "Wu Yuanwai is joking, the little girl is just a woman..."

"Master Song, wait a moment."

Cui Yuyou's words were interrupted by Zhao Ce on the side.

She glanced at Zhao Ce with some embarrassment.

Mr. Song also looked at the person who made the sound, looked him up and down, and said, "Who are you?"

Zhao Ce said: "I am a classmate of Wu Xueli. I would like to have a few words with Mr. Song."

Mr. Song saw that although Zhao Ce was dressed like a Confucian scholar, his overall temperament was quite good.

So he waved his hand impatiently and said, "After three sentences, I will go and do business."

Zhao Ce nodded and said: "Mr. Song, Wu Xueli soiled your copybook, so of course he has to pay for it."

Mr. Song also nodded and said, "That makes sense."

Zhao Ce continued: "But it's not right to pay five thousand taels."

"As for how much compensation..."

Zhao Ce took one look at the calligraphy and painting and said with a smile: "I think a hundred taels of compensation will be enough."

Compensation of one hundred taels?

Wu Yuanwai swallowed his saliva and wanted Zhao Ce to stop talking.

If Mr. Song is really angry later, they won't be able to forgive him.

But before he could speak, Li Xiucai waved his hand.

Li Xiucai said calmly: "Let him speak."

Wu Yuanwai had no choice but to swallow back everything he wanted to say.

"One hundred taels?" Mr. Song was so angry that he laughed.

He pointed at the copybook and said angrily: "Wang Youjun's authentic work!"

"What do you know, you country bumpkin?"

"I, too, have lost my mind and am actually wasting my time here with you."

Zhao Ce smiled lightly and said: "Song Gong, if I were you, I would write a letter as soon as possible to tell your grandfather something."

"That means...he was deceived!"

"Because, this "Quick Snow and Clear Post" is fake!"

Fake?

When Wu Yuanwai heard this, he looked at Zhao Ce expectantly.

Li Xiucai also touched his chin and observed it carefully.

"'Xizhi Dunshou' begins with running cursive script, and 'Shanyin Zhanghou' ends with running regular script. The form is graceful and rich in layers..."

Li Xiucai thought about it, thinking about the inscription rubbings he had seen before, and frowned.

Mr. Song sneered and said, "Ignorant!"

"I have shown it to so many people for appreciation, and no one has ever said it is fake!"

"Besides, my grandfather was a Jinshi. How dare others use these things to fool him?"

"This is a very clumsy trick of yours to try to renege on your debt!"

Zhao Ce shook his head: "This copybook, I have to say, is very realistic."

"However, what is fake cannot become real, and it is useless no matter how realistic it is."

Mr. Song frowned.

But seeing what Zhao Ce said so clearly, he wondered if there was really something wrong with it?

Could it be that this county really hides such a master of appreciation?

He couldn't help but look at Zhao Ce again.

Li Xiucai suddenly said: "This young master, my student, once exposed a group of thieves selling fake antiques in our city."

"Everyone in the city knows about this."

When Li Xiucai said this, Wu Yuanwai also remembered this matter.

Although he had not met Zhao Ce before, he had heard about it.

It seems that this handsome young man is Zhao Ce, who has recently become famous in the city.

He quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, that group of people deceived many people in our city."

"At that time, no one could tell that the antique was fake. We only found out after this young master exposed it!"

When the two said this, Mr. Song couldn't help but hesitate.

He asked the madam behind him doubtfully: "Is everything they said true?"

"Has this person really exposed a thief selling fake antiques before?"

The madam was smiling all over her face, and there were wrinkles on her face that she hadn't even had time to apply powder on early in the morning.

"This young master is Mr. Zhao Ce Zhao, right?"

"I don't dare to hide it from Mr. Song. This matter is indeed true!"

"At that time, I heard that the gang of thieves deceived many scholars. It was Mr. Zhao who saw through their scheme at a glance, so he arrested them and brought them to court!"

Mr. Song was still doubtful at first.

Just after hearing Zhao Ce's name, he asked with some joy: "Are you that Zhao Ce?"

"The previous disaster relief measures were yours, right?"

Zhao Ce was no longer modest anymore, he nodded calmly and said, "That's right."

Zhao Ce's suggestions cured the disaster, and many people in their state capital also got the news.

After all, this kind of operation is really novel.

Therefore, this group of people from the state capital had to go and ask around.

Zhao Ce's name was naturally dug up by them.

Seeing that this was the legendary Zhao Ce, Mr. Song became completely interested.

He sat back and said, "Since it's you, I'll give you some thin noodles."

"Tell me, how do you know this copybook is fake?"

Zhao Ce smiled and said, "Mr. Song, I have to say that your painting is very real."

"So even if we call the calligrapher here, he probably won't be able to recognize that the copybook is fake."
To be continued...