Jiang Cheng still wanted to say something more, but the old man's attitude was very firm. When the two sides were arguing, two people came in from outside the door. The posture is tall and straight, and the bearing is extraordinary.

After seeing this person, the old gentleman who was pestered by Jiangcheng seemed to have seen a savior, and trotted over in a hurry, "Shopkeeper, you came just in time. Two people came to the store and made trouble. No matter how hard you rush, you can't drive them away."

"We're not making trouble, we're here to sell paintings. Since your shop is open, isn't it just for business?" The fat man argued.

The old man blew his beard and stared angrily, "You two youngsters, now that Song Keli's reputation is in the street, are you not sincerely causing trouble for us by selling his paintings?"

Hearing the words Song Keli, the shopkeeper seemed to be interested, and walked towards the two of them in Jiangcheng. I have to say that the shopkeeper was much calmer than the old man, but this calmness was only maintained for a while. In a short time, after looking down at the painting in front of him, the shopkeeper's expression changed suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately took off his glasses, bent down, and his face was almost stuck to the painting, watching inch by inch.

The servant behind the shopkeeper was very winking and immediately closed the shop door.

Fatty's heart thumped, thinking that in broad daylight, these people are going to kill and rob.

"Have you seen enough?" Jiang Cheng asked with a smirk: "If you like it, make an offer, and we'll talk about it in detail."

After a while, the shopkeeper looked away from the painting, with an indescribable regret on his face, "It is indeed Mr. Song Keli's handwriting, but I am blind, what a pity, what a pity..."

"How about it, little brother, I'll take your painting." The shopkeeper raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng.

The old gentleman standing with his hands down was shocked when he heard the words, and said in a panic, "Shopkeeper, you can see clearly, this is Song Keli's painting, now outside..."

The shopkeeper waved his hand, interrupted the harsh words behind him, and looked straight at Jiang Cheng. He could feel that the real talker among the two who came was this young man, "But little brother, don't think too much about it." Okay, I am willing to accept the painting, but the price is definitely not high, after all, you have seen what it looks like outside."

"I can only give this number at most." The shopkeeper opened his palm and stretched out 5 fingers.

"Not for sale." Jiang Cheng readily refused.

Jiang Cheng's reaction made the shopkeeper frowned, "Little brother, to put it bluntly, if you dare to accept your painting now, you won't be able to find a second one in Shanghai. If you pass this village, there is no such shop." gone."

Jiang Cheng pretended to be hesitant.

"How about this, little brother, there are student parades everywhere outside, it's not convenient for you to bring the painting, you leave the painting with me first, I will keep it for you, the price..."

"Thank you shopkeeper for your kindness, no need, I'll go back and think about it." Jiang Cheng didn't talk nonsense, cupped his hands, and said flatly: "Let me go."

"Not far away."

The fat man hurriedly put away the painting and followed Jiang Cheng's footsteps.

Watching Fatty Jiangcheng go out, the shopkeeper narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his hands, and the servant came over, "Find two smart people, follow them, and see where they live." The shopkeeper's voice was cold.

"It's already been arranged." The attendant replied.

At this moment, the old gentleman on the side seems to have recollected it, and suddenly opened his small eyes, "Shopkeeper, could it be that painting..."

"Yeah." The stern-looking man nodded, "I suspect it's the missing "Ghost Horse Picture". Although I haven't seen the real one, the overall feeling to me is exactly as the rumors say."

The old gentleman became more and more confused, and said in a low voice: "But I have looked at this painting carefully, and the handwriting is definitely from Song Keli."

"Of course I know that this painting is from Song Keli's hand, because he copied it, but since it is a copy, the real "Picture of Ghost Horse" must be in his hands." The man looked outside the door, "And These two people were able to get this imitation, which shows that they have a very close relationship with Song Keli, following their line, maybe there will be a big discovery."

"But there are rumors outside that Song Keli has disappeared, and his former home has been emptied." The old man said.

The man sneered, "If he does something like that, what if he doesn't go out and hide for a while? I think it can't be done now. He has been protected by the Orientals. They say it's protection, but in fact...hehe, it's surveillance."

"The shopkeeper." The old gentleman asked with some vigilance: "You mean, the two of you just now...can have anything to do with the Orientals?"

"It's possible." The man replied.

"I'm talking about the shopkeeper, what are we worrying about?" The servant curled his lips indifferently, "We are businessmen, whoever we do business with, whether it's an Oriental or a Westerner with yellow hair and blue eyes, what's the difference? We will do business with whoever gives us the most money, this is the rule passed down from our ancestors."

"That's the rule of your ancestors, don't take me with you." The shopkeeper frowned, "A man will do something and not do it. You would rather be a dog of peace than a person in troubled times. You don't understand this truth?"

The attendant froze for a moment.

"I don't care where the final destination of this "Ghost Horse Picture" is, and I don't have much appetite for it, but the bottom line is that it must stay on our land and must not be taken away by foreigners." The shopkeeper said loudly.

"Down with traitors!"

"Song Keli is a teacher in vain, a literati's shame!"

"Selling friends and begging for glory, you will die!"

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The parade came again, huh huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh! What are you closing the door for?"

"I..." The old man blinked his cloudy eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ He didn't know why, it was just a subconscious move.

"Listen to them shouting, let them shout, if there are more people like this, maybe... it will really be different." The man stood with his hands behind his back, facing the sea of ​​people.

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"Doctor, why didn't you ask, I feel that the shopkeeper is very interested in this painting." The fat man said as he walked.

"Well, I can see it too. He must know something." Jiang Cheng replied quickly: "No hurry, hang him up first, keep him cold for a night, and wait until we come back tomorrow. The main reason is that we don't have enough time today."

Fatty understood what Jiang Cheng meant, and the two hurried towards the back door of the teahouse. From the back door to the front door, they just ran into an oriental man dressed as a coachman standing not far behind the door, stretching his neck and looking in.

The moment he saw Fatty Jiangcheng appearing, before he turned around and fled away, Jiangcheng waved and stopped him, "Not bad, you are quite sensible, you know to wait for me to come out."