C233 This Painting Is Not for Sale
C233 This Painting Is Not for Sale
After going back and forth a few times, he suddenly stood up and said in a low voice, "Little friend, I'm sorry, but this painting is not for sale."
"Hmm? "Why?" If you look up, don't understand.
The middle-aged man was a bit embarrassed and scratched his head, "This scroll is a fake, it's not worth 500 thousand …"
When he heard someone was asking for 500 thousand to buy a painting, he was so happy that he lost his mind for a moment.
When he sat down at the bank, he found out that it was two very young children who wanted to buy a painting.
How could he continue to sell?
"I know."
The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, "You're still young, I wonder what 500 thousand means …" When you go home, your parents will be very angry that you spent so much money on a fake. "
If he knew, of course, what 500 thousand meant.
For many ordinary families, 500 thousand is a number of years' income.
He didn't expect this uncle to be so upright.
If she suddenly smiled, her eyes would be bright and her teeth would be white. She would be neither spoiled nor proud, just like an adorable doll, making people like her.
"Child …" The middle-aged man was a bit hesitant, as he didn't understand why she was laughing.
"Uncle, I'm called 'if'." If he smiled, "Go get the money. It's called Xia Siyu."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment before he quickly said, "My surname is Wu, Wu Zhenyang."
"Then I'll call you Uncle Wu." If he said, "Uncle Wu, you don't want to sell this painting to me. I won't force you, but please don't let others cheat you like you just did."
"What?"
"This painting is the real thing." If his clear eyes looked straight at Wu Zhenyang, his tone would be solemn and serious.
Wu Zhenyang was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it. "Really …" "Grade?"
If he nodded calmly …
She had a beautiful appearance, with skin as white as cream and rosy. She looked like a young girl, but her eyes were filled with a calm and reserved age that didn't match with her age.
Wu Zhenyang inexplicably believed the girl's words.
If the body slightly leaned back against the back of the sofa, it would reveal the naive and lazy look of a young girl.
"Xia Siyu won't be back for a while. Since Uncle Wu doesn't want to talk about selling or buying, how about we talk about something else?" If his clear eyes looked around, "Uncle Wu, do you have children at home?"
Wu Zhenyang was dazed for a moment before a smile appeared on his face. However, the smile soon disappeared as he replied, "Yes, I have a daughter who is slightly younger than you. She is only 14 years old this year …"
"Is Uncle Wu selling paintings because of your daughter?"
Wu Zhenyang thought of something and his face turned pale. The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.
"Is Uncle Wu's daughter sick?" If she asked softly.
Wu Zhenyang shook his head and was silent for a moment before opening his mouth with great difficulty, "She …" "We were in a car accident and are still struggling in the intensive care unit …"
Just now, his friend had specially recommended the antique shop to him, saying that the boss was trustworthy and trustworthy, which was why he would sell this family heirloom painting there.
To think that he would be almost fooled!
He didn't know where else to find a reliable buyer for the painting.
His child was still waiting in the ward for him to go back and save her.
"Uncle Wu, how about this, leave the painting with me first. Take the money back to treat my sister's illness. I'll give the painting back to you whenever you pay me back in the future." If he had a faint smile on his face.
Wu Zhenyang looked at 'if' blankly and fell silent for a moment.
At this moment, Xia Siyu walked over with 500,000 yuan in cash and divided it between two large bags.
"Five hundred thousand is pretty heavy!" Although Xia Siyu was rich, this was the first time she ran away with so much cash and experienced the feeling of being a nouveau riche.