Just as Lu Han bought Zheng Banqiao's "Fragrant Orchid and Bamboo", two men, an old man and a young man, entered the store.
"Wang Lao, your old man has come."
Zhao Dahai warmly welcomed the newcomer with a respectful expression on his face.
Lu Han saw the situation and also looked over.
A young man in his twenties and eighties, Zhang looks quite handsome, dressed in a designer outfit, and his hair has been meticulously repaired, giving him the taste of a successful person.
The elderly man has gray hair and looks around sixty years old. He is very energetic and has a rosy complexion, with a sense of self-reliance and self-respect.
After the two of them entered, the person known as Wang Lao quickly looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. When he saw the blank space behind the wall, his expression changed slightly.
"Boss Zhao, what about the 'Fragrant Orchid and Bamboo Painting' you hung here before?"
Upon hearing Wang Lao's question, Zhao Dahai was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at Lu Han and a smile appeared on his face,
"Wang Lao, that painting has already been bought by that little brother."
"Sold it?"
Wang was taken aback and then sighed. Unexpectedly, someone had taken the lead. He was very interested in calligraphy and painting, but he didn't want to go to the auction to buy them at a high price. He wanted to catch up. Yesterday, he came to Yazang Pavilion and looked at all the calligraphy and painting here.
I thought this painting of "Fragrant Orchid and Bamboo" was a bit strange, but he didn't think much at the time and thought it was a fake. But when he returned, he felt something was wrong, so he rushed over, but still took a step slower.
"Wang Lao, you probably won't be interested in that painting, will you?"
Zhao Dahai felt a little uneasy when he saw Wang Lao's expression. He knew that although Wang Lao was not as good at appraisal as Master Zhang he had hired, he was not comparable to ordinary people.
This painting has been in storage for several years, and a discerning eye can tell at a glance that it is a counterfeit, so it was not given to Master Zhang for approval.
Wang Lao ignored Zhao Dahai and directly said to Lu Han:
"Can you sell me this calligraphy and painting by cutting off your love, little brother?"
Zhao Dahai was so shocked that his mouth grew wide. Wang Lao actually wanted to buy the painting back. Is this really an authentic work?
"Not for sale."
Lu Han refused very decisively.
"Kid, don't be ignorant. Do you know who you're talking to?"
The young man took a step forward and stared at Lu Han.
"Oh, I bought it with money. Do you still want to grab it?"
Lu Han showed no signs of weakness in his gaze.
"Jiahui, don't be unreasonable."
Wang Lao scolded and then smiled again.
"Little brother, I really love this painting. How about I buy it for 20000 yuan?"
Zhao Dahai couldn't believe his ears. Wang Lao was crazy and wanted to spend 20000 yuan to buy it back. He suddenly regretted selling it to Lu Han. He lost 20000 yuan in vain.
The other people in the store also showed incredible expressions. As an antique enthusiast, I have some knowledge of Wang Lao and know that his appraisal level is quite high. How could he be interested in a fake.
Lu Han glanced at Mr. Wang with a teasing expression on his face and said, "Old man, you are so eager to buy this painting that you should know its price. It's only 20000 yuan, I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate."
Wang was taken aback for a moment, with a hint of embarrassment on his face. He did indeed have the intention of picking up the leak, thinking that Lu Han did not understand this painting, so he offered a price of 20000 yuan. At this moment, when he heard Lu Han's point, he knew he couldn't pick up the leak.
"I don't know how much you want, little brother," he said
"I originally wanted to go to the auction house, but since you sincerely want it, it's a fixed price of 3 million."
Lu Han quoted a reasonable price.
"Are you crazy about money? You dare to shout three million even with a broken painting."
Wang Jiahui couldn't help but rage.
Zhao Dahai's face twitched as he kept winking at Lu Han. The person in front of him couldn't afford to offend him.
"Haha, little brother, I'm just a little curious about this painting. I don't know if it's true or not yet. Three million is too much."
Mr. Wang doesn't care about the amount of money, but he doesn't want to be a scapegoat. Although he thinks there's something wrong with this painting, he hasn't really appraised it yet. Buying a fake for three million would become a joke.
"Since I dare to sell you three million, naturally it's true."
Lu Han smiled calmly and then spread the painting on the table.
At this moment, a thin middle-aged man with a goatee walked out of the side room of Yazang Xuan.
"Master Zhang."
The customers in the antique shop greeted the middle-aged man one after another.
Even Mr. Wang politely approached and exchanged pleasantries.
Zhang Daokun walked up to the table with a disdainful expression, glanced at Lu Han with his eyes, then picked up the painting and carefully looked at it, calmly saying:
"This painting is a fake, Wang Lao, don't fall for it."
Wang Lao also leaned over and carefully watched back and forth, even touching it with his hand. He immediately furrowed his brows, feeling that the painting was very strange. The branch of Lan Zhu was indeed an authentic work of Zheng Banqiao, but the main trunk was not, and the painting was too rough.
Could it be that the imitator only learned the essence of painting Zhilu? Wang shook his head and couldn't figure it out.
Lu Han saw that although Wang Lao had the aura of a superior, he did not use his power to dominate others. Seeing that he truly loved antique calligraphy and painting, he thought for a moment and said, "Wang Lao, in fact, this painting has another mystery. Since you like it, I will let everyone present open their eyes and see if it is worth three million."
"Hmph, what a big breath! Are you doubting my level of expertise?"
Zhang Daokun's face showed a hint of anger. He had already claimed that it was a fake, but this kid was still here to argue against him.
Mr. Wang's face was also a bit displeased. It had been a long time since anyone dared to talk to him like this. He was in a high position and had never seen anything before, yet he dared to open his eyes.
"Kid, if you can't prove that this painting is true, hmph..."
Wang Jiahui didn't finish speaking, but the threat was self-evident.
Zhao Dahai also pulled down his face and said, "Lu Han, stop fooling around. Don't I know what's going on with this painting? If you offend someone who shouldn't, don't come to my store in the future."
The onlookers were also discussing.
"This person is crazy about money. Master Zhang claims it's a fake, but he dares to shout 'three million'."
"Young people actually have delusions. If they have a disease, they should be treated early."
"Young people nowadays are really good at sensationalism."
"Hehe, I think he's just insulting himself."
"..."
No matter how much everyone was discussing, Lu Han said to Zhao Dahai:
"Mr. Zhao, could you please bring me a few candles?"
Zhao Dahai didn't know why, but he still took out ten from under the counter and handed them to Lu Han.
Light six candles and fix them on the table by Lu Han.
Then he picked up the calligraphy and painting and began to grill them on the candle. His movements were slow, with a focus on the bamboo pole, about five minutes later.
He placed the calligraphy and painting flat on the table, then asked Zhao Dahai for another glass of water and cotton swab, and then wiped the bamboo pole part bit by bit.
Everyone widened their eyes and saw that the ink on the surface of the bamboo pole gradually disappeared, revealing another section of the bamboo pole inside.
With Lu Han's movements, the entire bamboo pole in the painting was replaced and perfectly integrated with Zhi Lu.
Everyone present was stunned, and Wang Lao and Zhang Daokun were even dumbfounded, unable to say a word.