Gu Nan responded on the phone.

"Where are you?"

Huangfu Xixian looked at the gate of Shunyuanju, fifty meters ahead.

"I have arrived at Shunyuan."

"Do me a favor."

at this time

The uncle walked out of the Shunyuanju gate with his backpack as if he was when he came.

"Sir, please wait."

Someone hurriedly followed him out. The uncle turned around and saw a tall man in his forties chasing him out.

"Hello, my name is Huang Bing. I am a businessman who collects antiques. I just saw the landscape painting you took very good artistic conception, so I wanted to ask how much do you plan to buy it?"

The uncle kept his eyebrows and thought. His painting was stamped by Master Fan Zenghong as a fake. Why do anyone still want this painting?

"Did you hear what Master Fan said just now? This painting is a fake."

Huang Bing chuckled, his face shrewd.

"I know it's a fake, but I like to collect some ink paintings. Although your painting is not the authentic one of Wang Chongwen, your painting skills are pretty good. I just want to buy it and collect it at home. I can take it out and appreciate it occasionally, and I can also enjoy it."

After hearing this, the uncle shook his head secretly.

If you don’t understand the psychology of these people who like to collect, you have to buy fakes at home. Can you have room for appreciation?

Isn’t it good to have the money to buy a house, a car, and a gold?

"Just just now, Master Fan said that my painting is worth up to 30,000 to 40,000 yuan. Alas, although it is a fake, it was passed down from my great-grandfather for generations. I don't plan to sell it anymore. It's also a thought to keep it in my hand."

After the words came, the uncle turned around and planned to leave.

"I'll give you 300,000." Huang Bing shouted behind him.

The uncle was shocked and looked back at Huang Bing in disbelief.

He is an honest man and thinks that his painting is not worth 300,000.

"Mr. Huang, you will lose money if you spend 300,000 yuan to buy my painting."

"Haha, I like this painting very much. Even if I owe it, I don't care. As long as you are willing to sell it, I can pay now."

The uncle was silent, and hope appeared again in the desperate heart.

Three hundred thousand yuan is exactly the cost of the child's surgery.

As long as he sells this painting, he can go to the hospital to pay the surgery fee to his child immediately.

Thinking of this, the uncle nodded excitedly.

"Okay, I'll sell it!"

A sharp light flashed in Huang Bing's eyes and he smiled and said, "Give me a bank card number and I'll transfer the money now."

The uncle hurriedly took out a worn wallet from his backpack, took out a bank card from his wallet and handed it over.

Just as Huang Bing was about to transfer money, the group walked towards this side.

"Wait a moment!"

Huang Bing looked up and his face changed instantly when he saw the person coming.

"Tang Wei, what do you want to do?"

Huang Bing is the owner of Lao Taixiang Pawnshop. One of the two largest pawnshops in Guicheng is Yipintang, and the other is Lao Taixiang.

Because the business scope they operate is similar, the bosses of these two companies have always had some grudges in private.

Especially Huang Bing and Tang Wei are about the same age. They have been growing up in Guizhou since I can remember and witnessed the days when the two families are intriguing and fighting openly and secretly, which has led to their misfortune since childhood.

When Huang Bing saw Tang Wei, the first thought flashed through his mind was that this Turtle Sun was coming to find him again.

Tang Wei had a smile on his face, his eyes were curved, like a fox with a thief spirit, and his eyes were full of contempt.

"Huang Xiaobing, what are you doing with bad things that are ignorant?" As he spoke, Tang Wei looked at the uncle with a glance.

He thought to himself: Just this uncle is wearing all over his clothes, he doesn't look like a person with a treasure on his body.

But when I thought it was confirmed by my aunt in person, I instantly put aside the slightest suspicion in my heart.

"Tang Wei, remove the word "small" in the middle for me." Huang Bing looked indignant.

This turtle Sun has liked to call him "Huang Xiaobing" since he was a child. He felt that the word "small" was added to his name, and his arrogance was suppressed halfway.

This turtle grandson obviously did it on purpose.

"Haha, we grew up together, and it seems kind to call you Huang Xiaobing."

Huang Bing snorted coldly: "Don't interfere, we are not familiar with each other!"

Don’t want to talk nonsense with Tang Wei, Huang Bing turned his head to the uncle and said, “Brother, it’s not convenient here. Let’s go to the next cafe to talk.”

The uncle nodded in a daze and prepared to leave with Huang Bing.

"This big brother, if you really follow him, you will regret it."

The uncle was stunned and turned to look at the talking boy.

The other party was wearing a high school uniform and looked very handsome, but there was a hint of rebelliousness between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Young man, what do you mean?"

Huangfu Xixian glanced at Huang Bing and sneered: "Uncle, how much does this painting cost?"

The uncle frowned. Could it be that they came for this fake one?

The uncle was stunned.

What's going on? Why did they still snatch a fake?

"Three hundred thousand." The uncle said truthfully.

"Haha, you can buy someone with an authentic painting worth tens of millions of yuan for 300,000 yuan. Your heart is so dark." Huangfu Xixian glared at Huang Bing with a sarcastic look.

Huang Bing retorted dissatisfiedly: "What original work? What do you know? Master Fan Zenghong has just identified this painting as a fake. I saw that it was not easy for my elder brother. I heard that he urgently needed to sell paintings to treat children at home. Out of kindness, he decided to pay for the elder brother's painting so that he could use the money to treat children. If you don't believe it, let the elder brother say it himself."

The uncle is a farmer, unlike a businessman who has too many twists and turns.

He was quite moved after hearing Huang Bing's words and nodded quickly: "My painting is indeed a fake. Master Fan Zenghong said that this painting is worth up to 30,000 to 40,000 yuan."

Tang Wei said coldly: "Huang Xiaobing, when did you become so enthusiastic? This is really not like you. Uncle, don't be deceived by him. Listen to me, don't sell this painting for the time being."

The uncle was in trouble for a moment and didn't know whether he should sell paintings.

Huangfu Xixian said: "Uncle, it was Miss Gu who asked us to come to find you."

"Miss Gu?" The uncle looked surprised.

Huangfu Xixian nodded: "Ms. Gu, please go to Shunyuanju to meet. Let's talk about anything when you meet."

Huang Bing on the side hurriedly spoke out to stop him.

"No, my brother has agreed to sell me the painting. I'm going to pay it soon. Brother, you can't break your trust."

The uncle frowned and pondered for a while.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong with this matter.

His own paintings have obviously been identified as fake by Master Fan, so why do they still fight for them?

After hesitating for a while, the uncle looked at Huang Bing.

"Mr. Huang, I'm sorry, Miss Gu has been kind to me, I must meet her first."

Huang Bing held his anger in his heart, and the cooked duck flew to his mouth again. The taste was really uncomfortable.

"Okay, if you still want to sell it later, remember to call me. This is my business card." Huang Bingsai gave the uncle a clear film.

"Okay!" The uncle hurriedly accepted.

Tang Wei raised his eyebrows and looked at Huang Bing with a proud look.

"Huang Xiaobing, I heard that there are many good things in Shunyuanju tonight. Let's compare who has a better vision."

After saying that, he greeted Huangfu Xixian, Cheng Tianyou and his uncle entered Shunyuan Residence.
Chapter completed!