Gold list title time!

The five big characters were reflected in Ye Fan's eyes, which made him not know whether to cry or laugh.

The inscription at the bottom right of the scroll, Yan Zhenqing.

Compared with the original work of Yan Zhenqing that Lanxi gave to Ye Fan in the evening, the fake in front of him looks very rough, the materials are fundamentally different, and the level of calligraphy is even worse.

Bao Canrong really played the role of a liar very thoroughly. Just last night, he used a fake to pretend to be the real work of Zhao Mengfu and deceived Ning Xi of 18 million. Now he is using a fake to pretend to be the real work of Yan Zhenqing, but he doesn't know about Bao Can. How will Rong open his mouth.

With this idea in mind, Ye Fan pretended to be a little white, and pretended to be puzzled: "Treasurer Bao, whose original work is this copybook?"

Hearing this, Bao Canrong, who had his back to Ye Fan, had a smile on his face, and the smile on his face disappeared when he turned around.

"Yan Zhenqing?"

Ye Fan muttered to himself, "This name sounds familiar, as if I've heard it before."

"Little brother, Yan Zhenqing was hailed as one of the top ten calligraphers in ancient times by later generations, and his fame is second only to Wang Xizhi. This authentic work is the treasure of my treasure pavilion. Ordinary people are not even qualified to take a look at it."

First up and then up.

Speaking of which, Bao Canrong patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, "If my little brother hadn't caught my eye today, I would never have taken out this ancient copybook."

I have to say that Bao Canrong's words are extremely beautiful, and other laymen would definitely be fooled.

Before entering the house, all the details seem to indicate that the copybook in front of me is a treasure!

It's a pity that Bao Canrong met Ye Fan today.

"Treasurer Bao, how do you sell this copybook?"

"Less than ten million, no need to talk about it!"

Bao Canrong quoted the price.

In fact, if according to Yan Zhenqing's genuine market conditions, the copybook in front of him would be worth at least fifty million yuan.

That's it, it's still worth it!

However, although Ye Fan looked extraordinary, after all, he was relatively young, and Bao Canrong was afraid that the price would be too high, which would scare Ye Fan away.

"Ten million? That high?"

Hearing this, Bao Canrong was completely relieved. Judging from Ye Fan's reaction, he was completely a pure white.

The more ignorant you are, the better you will be deceived!

"Little brother, you probably don't know much about the market of ancient calligraphy and painting. The price of ordinary ancient copybooks has been smashed to sky-high prices, let alone treasures like Yan Zhenqing's original work. I'm not telling you, if this copybook gets the auction house , the price is at least 15 million upwards."

"If it weren't for the little brother's appetite for me, if it were someone else, 10 million would never have been able to take this ancient copybook from me."

What he said was so sincere, Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh, it would be a shame for this guy to not act in front of him, otherwise, what actor would definitely get soft on him.

"Treasurer Bao, look... can it be a little cheaper?"

Ye Fan was embarrassed, hesitated, and said, "This price is indeed a bit high, how about eight million?"

"no!"

Bao Canrong shook his head like a rattle and killed ten million.

If he makes concessions at this time, it is very likely that Ye Fan will notice that something is wrong, and how much can he deceive... Bah! If you can earn two million more, who would think too much?

Ye Fan paced around the room, walked three full circles, and took out a bank card from his pocket, "Bao, treasurer, I want this ancient copybook!"

"happy!"

Bao Canrong nodded in relief, glanced at the copybook on the wooden table with great pain, and sighed, "I'm really reluctant to part with this copybook."

A sneer flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.

Judging from Bao Canrong's performance, I don't know how many people this guy has deceived with his superb acting skills.

After thinking about it, Ye Fan did not show any abnormality on his face, and said gratefully, "Thank you, treasurer Bao. In the future, if your friends need it, the Treasure Pavilion will be the first choice."

"Then thank you little brother."

Bao Canrong smiled happily, but he didn't care.

When this transaction is completed, what else will he do in the Treasure Pavilion? He has earned nearly 30 million in two days. With this money, he will be able to live without worry in his next life.

Originally, after the transaction was completed last night, Bao Canrong was going to slip away.

After all, paper cannot contain fire.

Fakes are always fakes, and others will come to you sooner or later.

Losing money is secondary, mainly because such a large amount of transactions has constituted a crime of fraud.

But it was delayed for a day because of some things, and I didn't expect to wait for a big fat sheep unexpectedly.

This time, you can get 10 million in vain, so beautiful!

Tonight, I must leave all night, lest I have a lot of sleepless nights.

After making up his mind, Bao Canrong continued his acting skills, carefully rolled up the copybook on the wooden table and put it in the box, reluctantly said: "Little brother, this ancient copybook has been in my hands for a few years, and suddenly I want to sell it. , I feel really uncomfortable."

When it comes to acting, it is natural to play a full set.

Ye Fan laughed and took the box from Bao Canrong, "Boss Bao, thank you."

Bao Canrong sighed and said nothing.

The two went back to the store in front of them and checked out the payment.

When Bao Canrong received the account information, his eyes were full of joy.

Ye Fan's dark eyes lit up, and a harmless smile appeared on his face.

OK!

After feeding the bait for so long, it is finally time to close the net!

"Treasurer Bao, this copybook really isn't fake, is it?"

"Little brother, what are you talking about?"

Bao Canrong's face was full of displeasure, "I have opened the Treasure Pavilion for more than 100 years, and I have never sold fakes. If you don't believe me, you can take it back and ask your elder to give it a hand. It's natural to know if it's true or not. "

Saying that, he pointed to the shop, "The shop is here, if there is any problem with this ancient copybook, the little brother can come to me at any time."

Ye Fan pursed the corner of his mouth lightly, turned his head and shouted to the door, "Uncle Zhuang, come in."

Zhuang Li, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, walked into the store with the long box in his arms.

Seeing Zhuang Li's first glance, Bao Canrong's expression changed drastically.

Isn't this the man who accompanied the little girl last night?

Could it be...

Before Bao Canrong could think about it, a long box was placed on the table in front of him.

Ye Fan opened the top cover of the box, took out the scroll, slowly unfolded it, and said with a smile, "Boss Bao, you should know this ancient copybook, right?"

"do not know."

Bao Canrong shook his head very decisively.

At this moment, he naturally saw that something was wrong.

Zhuang Li was instantly on fire. He slapped his right hand on the table, and a click sounded. The entire wooden table was suddenly torn apart, and the picture was full of impact.

"Isn't it bad? Okay, I'll ask you if you can resist!"