C231 Real Trace
C231 Real Trace
As he spoke, he gestured five fingers.
"Are you for real?" When Xia Siyu heard this, she became even more curious. She cocked her head, wanting to squeeze in.
"Who knows if it's true or false. Even now, I have yet to open the scroll. In my opinion, it's just a bluff!"
"And if that's true, who's willing to sell it for 500 thousand?"
"Teacher Ren's floral map has a price but no market. If 500 thousand is real, then that's a huge profit. If it's fake..." "Hehe!"
If he were to look inside, the middle-aged man would not have thought that he would cause such a commotion. He looked at the boss at a loss, and then looked at the crowd.
"This painting is real!" The middle-aged man quickly explained as he saw that the others didn't believe him.
"Then open your eyes for everyone!"
"That's right, open it quickly!"
The old art store owner with a goatee also spoke up at this moment, "Open it first and let me appraise it."
"That's right, that's right. Hurry up and get the boss to appraise it. The boss has sharp eyes, there's no mistake about it!"
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat off his forehead and placed the embroidered box on the counter. He carefully pulled open the thin rope on the embroidered box and opened the lid.
The antique shop owner put on his gloves, quietly took out the scroll, placed it on the counter and slowly unfurled it.
"How is it?" the middle-aged man asked nervously.
The antique shop owner raised his hand, "Calm down!"
As he spoke, he took out the magnifying glass specially used for appraisal and carefully examined it from beginning to end. First he nodded his head a few times, then he shook it a few times.
He looked back and forth several times.
Under the long-awaited gazes of the crowd, he slowly straightened his back, looked at the male youth, then looked at the crowd and lightly said, "It's not real."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's body shook as he held onto the counter to stabilize himself. "How could that be!"
The crowd immediately began to hiss before dispersing, doing what they needed to do.
He did not expect that after ten minutes, it was just a fake!
"Third sister, let's go." When Xia Siyu heard that it was a fake, she also lost her interest and called out to him, "Let's go to the next store."
If she stood there without moving, her big eyes would still be fixed on the unfolding scroll painting.
"Third sister?" Xia Siyu was puzzled.
[If you want the system to help me scan that scroll painting.]
"System: Replying to the Host, true, market value approximately 100 million."
Hearing that it had a market value of 100 million, even if his expression changed, it wouldn't change.
On the contrary, he had such an expression on his face.
If he had seen the antique shop owner's pupils slightly dilate a moment ago, there would clearly be shock and surprise inside.
The trace of shock and surprise quickly disappeared as he pretended as if nothing had happened and continued to appraise the item.
It wasn't until the boss told him that it wasn't the real deal that he could be sure.
If she hadn't guessed wrongly, the boss would probably say a few pitiful words to the man and accept the scroll for a lower price.
As expected, when most of the onlookers had dispersed, the boss spoke again, "Although it's not an actual painting, it's still a pretty good one. How about this, I'll give 50 thousand to accept this painting of yours, how about it?"
The middle-aged man seemed to have lost his soul as he stood there blankly looking at the painting on the counter. His mouth was slightly open and it was unknown if he had heard the boss's words.
If he repeated in a small voice, "I'm sorry, I can't save you …"