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But the shopkeeper said, "At last year's Sotheby's auction, the same type and size was sold for 40 million. Our store is not a rip-off. The transaction price is 10 million, and Mr. Fu has already paid 5 million."

Hearing this, Xue Huirong quickly exchanged glances with Fu Xuan'an.

Xia Yingying stood up in surprise.

She stared at him in astonishment and said incredulously, "It's just a painting, and it's only 10 million. Are you ripping me off?"

"Miss, how can you talk like that? This is the rule in antique shops. I can tell from the looks of it that you're an amateur. I've already reserved the painting. Even if you're ripping me off, it's none of your business. You'd better be polite when you talk to me, or get out!"

Xue Huirong, on the other hand, had already prepared herself mentally.

But spending 10 million to buy a painting was indeed a bit outrageous, she looked at the boss.

"I only have eight million. If it works out, I'll give you the cash and send it over tonight. We can count it in person. How about that? We want Zhang Daqian's Guanyin."

"Can it really be delivered tonight?" the boss asked doubtfully.

Fu Xuan'an and Xue Huirong both knew what Xia Yunshu wanted. The current situation was a bit complicated. Whoever had the opportunity to contact Dr. Cheng first could naturally get more for themselves.

Those eight million are actually nothing.

As for Xia Yingying, she couldn't decide whether to leave or stay.

Finally, Fu Xuan'an spoke up, "Yingying, you go out first. Mom and I are here."

Xia Yingying left reluctantly. After all, the moment Fu Xuan'an ordered her to leave, she saw her mother's eyes, which were the look of a saint looking at a fool.

After Xia Yingying walked out, Fu Xuan'an looked at the boss.

"Shopkeeper, please sell this painting to us."

“You two should find an appraiser in advance to take a look. The expert will give you advice after looking at it.” Having said this, the boss went to the back and after a while, he took out an exquisitely carved rosewood box.

He prepared white gloves for the two of them and turned on the incandescent light above their heads.

At this moment, the boss carefully took the painting out of the box. As the scroll was opened bit by bit, the two saw the colorful colors and the lifelike Guanyin.

This is a perfect imitation of the Dunhuang murals. Although the two men did not know much about fine brushwork, they were stunned the moment they saw this painting. The strong tension and impact brought by the beauty were like a bullet hitting them.

After a brief silence, the boss said, "In fact, there are many imitations of Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and paintings, so we need to invite experts to take a look. Mr. Fu invited a professor from the Academy of Fine Arts to study the techniques and authenticity."

"Boss, eight million in cash, how about that? You just need to nod and we'll give it to you. Although he has paid a deposit, he may not buy it. Don't you still need to wait?" Fu Xuan'an said cautiously.

It can be seen that both of them want to get this painting.

If this painting can be used as a stepping stone to bring them closer to success, the eight million will indeed be worth it.

Even if they couldn't, they still got the national treasure, so they didn't lose money anyway. The boss sighed, "This is me destroying the bridge after crossing it, cutting off the source of funds. How can I do business in the future?"

"To be honest, Mr. Zhang, I fell in love with this painting at first sight."

"Let's find an expert to take a look. If we make a mistake, the eight million will be thrown into the underworld. I only dared to buy it after finding an expert. There is an unwritten rule in the antique business that we cannot refund."

“Of course there will be no refund.”

I was just chatting when my boss called.

Xue Huirong took a closer look and found that the caller on the screen was "Mr. Fu". She became anxious. The boss went inside to answer the call and came out after a while. "Do you really like this painting?"

"Of course I do."

"Don't you want someone to take a look? Don't you want someone to identify it?" He asked rapidly.

Seeing people asking this, Fu Xuan'an understood that the opportunity had come.

In the silence, the boss took out a contract and said, "Please take a look at it. Once you sign it, we'll make the deal. Mr. Fu may go back on his word, and I can't afford to delay my business."

The three were overjoyed.

They were afraid that the shopkeeper would go back on his word, so they hurried to pay for it.

The agreement was signed and the three left satisfied.

About ten minutes after they walked out of Riyuexuan, the shopkeeper called Xia Yunshu.

"Miss Xia, I was originally going to charge them five million, but seeing how they couldn't let go of the fake, I lowered it to eight hundred. Two plus one equals five. We agreed to split it in half at the beginning. I'll transfer the money to you right away."

"Pleasant to work with."

It turns out that all this was Xia Yunshu's plan.

The shopkeeper smiled brightly, "It's a pleasure to work with you. I'm going to travel abroad recently, and this money will be used as travel expenses."

However, Xue Huirong and the others thought they had found some priceless treasure and took it out carefully.

The next day, as soon as the sky began to brighten, Xue Huirong took Mr. Zhang's calligraphy and went to find Chenggong.

Doctor Cheng was waiting in the office. After a while, Xue Huirong walked in with a smile on her face. She knew that with this painting, they could easily capture the bunker opposite.

"Mrs. Xia?"

"Yes," Xue Huirong said with a sweet smile, which was rarely seen at her age. She said directly, "I am not here to see a doctor."

"Why did you register if you are not going to see a doctor?"

Chenggong frowned and waved his arms vigorously, "Go, go, go."

But Xue Huirong did not stand up immediately, but took out the scroll slowly.

At the same time, she said slowly and almost earnestly, "I'm sorry to bother you with Lao Xia's matter. Please don't look outside. I have used up all your specialist appointments today."

Chenggong clenched his fists with an expression that said "if you have to fart, fart quickly".

Xue Huirong opened the scroll and showed Chenggong the exquisite Guanyin. "This is Mr. Zhang Daqian's masterpiece during the period of foreign exchange creation. As long as you agree to let us meet Lao Xia, I will give you this painting. At this critical moment, you must help me."

Obviously, the sight of success has been attracted.

He stood up slightly and stared at the painting for a long time with a critical look.

Then he turned his head away in disappointment, "I don't know where you got this fake from. I've been looking for Zhang Daqian recently, but yours is too obviously a fake. A street stall product like this wouldn't cost more than three hundred yuan, right?"

Xue Huirong's eyes went dark.

This was a fine product that she had spent eight million to buy. She had no idea that it would be criticized as worthless by Chenggong. Xue Huirong shuddered, and fear made her feel uneasy.

She asked in a hoarse voice: "No? Didn't you like to go to Sun Moon Pavilion to admire this painting before? It was bought for eight million. You tell me this is a replica?"