Wu Liang's cold eyes approached Zhang Wen. was so frightened that Zhang Wen trembled all over, and his heart trembled.
When Wu Liang saw Zhang Wen's waste appearance, he had no interest in scaring this turtle grandson anymore.
And at this moment, an old man, on crutches, walked into the antique shop.
The old man, wearing eyes, thick lenses, and a black jacket, walked slowly into the Mengzhizhai antique shop.
When I saw this old man's first impression, he was probably a very learned person.
As soon as the old man walked into the store, the employees in the store shouted, "Hello Zhang." ” And at this moment, Zhang Wen's face suddenly became even paler.
This old man who just walked into the store is the founder of Mengzhizhai, Zhang Qingsong, and the old man Zhang.
Wu Liang and Liu Shan also reacted, and they both stood up to greet Zhang Qingsong.
Wu Liang will not grovel because Zhang Qingsong is an old expert in the industry, nor will he greet him with a smile, he greeted Zhang Qingsong completely for the sake of Liu Shan's face.
He treated Zhang Qingsong as just a polite relationship between passers-by, and besides, there was no problem at all if he could do this.
What's so great about experts, there are too many experts these days, and there are very few experts with real materials.
When Zhang Qingsong saw his grandson Zhang Wen's posture, he knew that Zhang Wen was causing trouble again.
Zhang Qingsong's face suddenly became solemn, he walked up to Zhang Wen and asked solemnly, "Xiaowen, what do you want to do?"
If you don't say a word, you want to take my words?
Last time your dad gave you a lecture, you don't have a long memory?
” Zhang Qingsong knew that Zhang Wen had caused trouble for him again, which gave him a headache.
"Grandpa, I'm just that painting, what's the big deal, grandpa, you're too stingy."
Zhang Wen felt a little aggrieved.
"If you really like antiques, I can give you a few, but without my permission, you can't take things indiscriminately, the inkstone you took last time, the buyer has already ordered it, you took it to give it away, and let me do business?"
Zhang Qingsong was so angry that he knocked on the floor with a cane There was a thumping sound.
Zhang Wen clasped his arms with both hands, pursed his mouth, and said disdainfully: "Grandpa, you are just too stingy, aren't you just an inkstone, what's the big deal, you are such a grandson as me, and when you die in the future, the entire antique shop will be mine." ” Hearing that his own grandson actually said such a rebellious thing, Zhang Qingsong's face sank, and he trembled with anger.
"You bastard, I'm your grandfather, do you have a curse grandfather's own grandson?!"
Zhang Qingsong raised his crutches and struck a stick on Zhang Wen's leg.
Zhang Qingsong didn't use much strength, which shows that he still loves this grandson very much, and he can't bear to work hard at all.
Wu Liang was too lazy to take care of other people's housework, so he sat on the sofa peacefully, and waited for a while, so that Liu Shan and Zhang Qingsong could talk.
Zhang Qingsong and Zhang Wen, the grandchildren, are still arguing.
However, after all, grandpa still loves his grandson, and Zhang Qingsong only has such an only grandson, although he is very angry at his grandson's approach, but he only teaches a few lessons.
Zhang Wen was also hindered by his grandfather's majesty, and after a few quarrels, he relented.
Wu Liang, who was sitting on the side, boredly took out his mobile phone to look at the novels written by the authors of his book station, and if there was a favorite IP, he would develop the copyright and make it into a movie.
This is also because he is so boring, and he has no interest in the family grandson grudge drama between Zhang Qingsong and Zhang Wen.
At this time, Zhang Wen suddenly changed the topic and said to his grandfather Zhang Qingsong: "Grandpa, some people say that this painting is a fake, and he dared to conclude that he didn't look carefully, it's ridiculous!"
” With his grandfather's support, Zhang Wen immediately brought up the topic of the authenticity of calligraphy and painting.
Wu Liang, who was reading an online novel, shook his head lightly when he heard this.
Why bother to ask for hardship, a fake is a fake, Wu Liang, who has treasure appreciation skills, is absolutely impossible to eye.
Zhang Wenwen thought that if he told his grandfather about this, his grandfather would stand in his position, but he didn't expect that his grandfather said: "That's right, this "Withered Crow Picture" is indeed a fake, and it is a modern copy of a fake, imitating Dong Yuan's shape, but it can't imitate Dong Yuan's god, there is no doubt that it is a fake." ” "Huh?
No way?
Grandpa, how is this possible!
Is it really a fake?
Zhang Wen felt speechless.
I thought that my grandfather would support his point of view, but I didn't expect this "Withered Crow" to be really a fake.
"It's a fake, it's an antique business, if there are no fakes in the store, how can you open a store, you want grandpa to drink the northwest wind, but only one-fifth of my store is a fake."
Zhang Qingsong is not shy about talking about this kind of topic.
Although there are other customers in the store, Zhang Qingsong doesn't care.
Because, these are the rules of the industry.
There must be genuine and fake products in the antique shop, and whether you can find good things depends on the ability of the buyer.
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If it's all genuine, no antique shop will be able to open.
Moreover, there are not as many genuine antiques on the real market as there are on treasure appreciation shows, and one-fifth of the genuine products in Zhang Qingsong's store are already top-notch in the industry, which is why collecting is risky.
Zhang Wen didn't know much about the antique industry, but he knew that his grandfather Zhang Qingsong was a well-known collector in the industry, and since his grandfather said that it was a fake, then this painting must be a fake.
"It's really disappointing, I still want to give this painting to the leader of my company, but I didn't expect that kid to be right."
Zhang Wen still refused to believe that Wu Liang could distinguish treasures in three seconds, and only thought that Wu Liang was blind.
"Right?
Who?
Zhang Qingsong asked Zhang Wen.
Zhang Wen pointed and said, "That's it, the one sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, known as the three-second treasure, I see, it's a big fool."
Zhang Wen said: "By the way, he also crushed four Wenwan walnuts and paid 200,000 yuan, he is definitely a pretending criminal, he has money to burn in a panic, and he has a kind of going to Huadu."
The five young people pretended to be forced in front of him. ” It can be heard that Zhang Wen still has a grudge against Wu Liang, just now Wu Liang scared him out of his mind, and he also lost face in front of everyone, he planned to get back some face for himself.
Zhang Qingsong turned around and looked at Wu Liang, who was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and did not talk to him.
Whether it is Meng, Zhang Qingsong doesn't know, and there is no need to pursue it, maybe it is really Meng's right, and the big thing is just a small one, so as not to have another conflict.
As for the four walnuts that were crushed, they were originally taken out and sold, and since the other party has paid the money, there is no reason to hold them responsible, but it's a pity that the condition of these four walnuts is not bad.
When Zhang Qingsong saw that Wu Liang only knew how to bow his head and play with his mobile phone, he found that he was a low-headed family.
Therefore, Wu Liang's impression of Zhang Qingsong was average, and even the impression score was low, Wu Liang did not attract too much attention from Zhang Qingsong.
Moreover, Wu Liang also destroyed the walnuts, which made Zhang Qingsong feel that Wu Liang was a big old man at all, and he didn't know how to collect at all, so his impression score was lowered.
In other words, in Zhang Qingsong's eyes, Wu Liang is just a low-headed clan with mediocre qualifications.