Just after coming down the mountain, the beautiful CEO took me to register

Chapter 109 One after another

Mr. Qian cleared his throat, slowly unrolled the scroll, and examined it carefully. After a moment, a look of surprise crossed his face. The artistry behind this painting was truly extraordinary. However, when he noticed a certain detail, he shook his head. After all, it was still lacking in some subtlety. "Brother Sun, this painting is a fake."

"What? A fake?" The young man's face suddenly turned incredulous. The stall owner's face was ashen, lamenting the shattered dream and heavy losses.

The people around also began to talk: "It's Qian Zhongxiang!"

"who is he?"

"He's a well-known expert in the antique world of Ancheng!"

"How could a genuine Tang Bohu painting appear so easily on the market? I know it's fake even without the money!"

"You're wrong. Many precious antiques were first discovered in the market. Experts like Mr. Qian, once they discover them, will send them to large auctions and sell them for sky-high prices."

"But now that Mr. Qian has said it's fake, it must be fake."

The crowd around was surging like a tide, and various discussions were heard one after another.

"Indeed, although this painting is fake, the forgery technique is so advanced that ordinary people can hardly recognize it. It is understandable that you made a mistake for a moment." Someone comforted.

Mr. Qian smiled faintly and gently put the scroll back in its place. The stall owner moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

"Hahaha, you thought three million was not enough when you sold it to me before. Now it's been exposed as a fake. Let's see how much you can sell it for?" Lin Fan laughed gloatingly.

"How about this, I'll offer you 30,000, how about you sell it to me?" he proposed.

The stall owner felt a mixture of emotions upon hearing this. The price had plummeted from several million to thirty thousand, a drop more thrilling than a roller coaster. He cursed Mr. Qian inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. After all, the painting was indeed a fake.

"Brother, 30,000 is really too low. I have lost too much." The stall owner shook his head with a bitter face.

"Although this painting is a fake, the craftsmanship is so exquisite that it is almost indistinguishable from the real thing." Mr. Qian suddenly interrupted and gave high praise to the painting.

"In that case, I'll buy it for 50,000." He proposed unexpectedly.

Everyone was shocked. No one expected that Mr. Qian would buy this fake painting.

"One hundred thousand." Lin Fan bid calmly, looking determined to win.

"Young man, this painting is a fake." Old Qian frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Lin Fan's following the trend.

"So what if it's fake? As long as I like it." Lin Fan's lips curled up slightly, revealing an unfathomable smile.

"That's right, if we want to buy it, we buy it. What's it to you?" Shen Wei also echoed with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Judging from your attitude towards this painting, you must be a big shot in the antiques world, right? Oh, I've heard a long time ago that the antiques business is very complicated.

"Some so-called masters buy fakes and then use their fame to turn them into authentic ones and resell them!" Shen Wei said, changing the subject and hinting at something.

"You!" Old Qian was furious, as if his thoughts had been exposed in public.

"What's wrong with me? You're shouting that this is a fake, but you want to buy it. It's inevitable that people will doubt your motives." Shen Wei chuckled, his eyes revealing a sharp insight.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar. Everyone's eyes were focused on Mr. Qian. Could he really have such improper thoughts? Even the man with the folding fan began to look at him with suspicion, his heart filled with more suspicion.

Could it be that this painting is actually authentic? Did Mr. Qian deliberately say it was fake to discourage others from buying it, so that he could get a bargain at a low price?

"Oh my, how come the antique world has become so complicated nowadays?"

"I've heard of this kind of thing, but given Mr. Qian's status and reputation, he shouldn't do that, right?"

"He doesn't need this little money, right?"

"But who would complain about having too much money?"

"But if it gets exposed, my reputation will be ruined."

"With something like this, even the most skilled person can't guarantee they won't make a mistake... The most they can do is admit their mistake and return the money."

The surrounding discussions grew louder and louder. Old Qian pointed at Shen Wei angrily and said, "You are talking nonsense!"

"How could I do such a shameful thing!" he argued angrily.

"You're the only one who knows what you've done," Shen Wei said with disdain. "But there's a saying that goes, 'God is watching what you do!'"

"You...you..." Old Qian was so angry that his face turned blue and his body trembled slightly. "If it's fake, it's fake. How can you sell it as the real thing!"

He knew very well that if he didn't handle today's matter well, it would be a heavy blow to his reputation. Once the news got out, people who came to buy things from him would definitely be more cautious.

He felt a little regretful, regretting that he had impulsively wanted to buy the fake painting.

Lin Fan ignored Mr. Qian's presence and said directly to the stall owner, "Boss, are you selling it for 100,000? If you don't, it will be gone."

"Don't expect to sell it at a high price. The old man definitely won't buy it." He continued to persuade.

"Deal!" The stall owner glared at Mr. Qian and cursed inwardly, "I told you to stop talking! Now you're going to suffer for it, aren't you?"

Although the stall owner was reluctant, he thought that making a profit of 70,000 was not bad, so he gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay! 100,000 is 100,000!"

"Hmph, I, Qian, always keep my word. If it's fake, it's fake. Don't try to confuse people!" Old Qian looked at Lin Fan's smug look and snorted disdainfully.

"I will let everyone in the circle know that this painting is a fake to prevent anyone from being deceived!"

"Oh, this trick of Mr. Qian is really cruel."

"Indeed, once Mr. Qian opened his mouth, the painting was completely ruined. Who would dare to touch it?"

"But isn't this a bit too much? Isn't this cutting off other people's livelihoods?"

"Look at these two young men, arguing endlessly with Mr. Qian, insisting that the painting is a treasure. Isn't this just slapping Mr. Qian in the face?"

"Yes, blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents. This grudge is huge."

The onlookers were talking about it, watching the show and afraid of missing any details.

"Hmph!" Shen Wei was really angry now, and it looked like he was going to teach the old man a lesson.

"Hey, why are you arguing with a stubborn old man?" Lin Fan pulled Shen Wei with a playful smile on his face.

"Stubborn old man?" Shen Wei was stunned and looked at Mr. Qian's bright eyes.

"This painting is obviously real, but he insists on saying it's fake. Isn't this just lying with open eyes?" Lin Fan smiled and gently stroked the scroll with his fingers.

"Telling lies with open eyes? Doesn't that make you blind?"

"Are you saying I don't know what's good?" Old Qian leaned forward angrily.

"What? You still want to fight? Come on, try punching here!"