Ye Fan, standing to the side, held his phone and quietly recorded everything happening on the scene.
The two men, after receiving a thousand yuan, quickly left the scene, muttering as they went, "This deal's not bad at all! Damn, bought it off an old lady for 50 yuan, flipped it for a thousand, no loss... Haha!"
Their hearts are truly dark!
Ye Fan sighed to himself. Since they are all heartless, Ye Fan felt no guilt about the actions he was about to take.
No sooner had the two men left than the shop owner, Ma San, couldn't wait to unroll the painting for another close examination.
The painting appeared vigorous and powerful, with distinct lines and profound artistic conception, signed by Daoist Wu, an image of a tiger descending the mountains... All aspects seemed quite good!
The only issue was that the painting looked too worn and lacked aesthetic appeal.
"What a pity, the craftsman who imitated this painting was too anxious and made it look too old, but it's still not bad!"
