Chapter 148 【148】Three Thousand? Are You Kidding?

Tang Feng got up early the next day.

There was an unread WeChat message on his phone, sent by Qin Yanan, around 12 o'clock last night.

The content was just two short words - thank you.

She probably woke up from hunger in the middle of the night, saw the meal he left, and was moved to tears, so she sent this message.

He could even imagine her happy expression when she ate his loving dinner.

But he soon stopped laughing, because there was a voice message after the word "thank you".

After clicking it, he heard Qin Yanan say in a gentle voice: "Don't cook next time, it's very energy-consuming."

This sentence immediately angered him.

What does she mean by this? Does she think he is wasting electricity when cooking?

What right does she have to say about him when her own cooking is so unpalatable?

He almost rushed up to her to argue with her.

But then he thought, she just had an attack yesterday, and she is probably still very weak today.

Forget it, forgive her ignorance for the time being, and wait until her body recovers a little, then go to her to settle the score.

He first went to the breakfast shop to eat breakfast, then packed another portion and hung it on Qin Yanan's door handle.

Then he changed his clothes and drove the Ferrari F8 to Yayuan.

Because it was still early, he did not rush to the store, but parked the car at the entrance of the antique street and walked in.

The antique street was still as lively as usual, with people crowded and shoulder to shoulder.

He directly turned on the scanning system and scanned the stalls one by one, trying to see if he could find another bargain.

But after scanning all the way, he was greatly disappointed.

These stall owners are not fools, on the contrary, they are all the best of the best.

Their professionalism is even more professional than those experts who talk eloquently on TV.

They can make accurate judgments on general good items.

If you want to find a bargain among these people, you need a chance.

Looking at the time, it is almost nine o'clock, and the store is about to open for business, and he is about to leave the antique street.

When he came to a calligraphy and painting stall, he had to move aside because the stall was placed very far away and two calligraphy and paintings even occupied half of the road.

But at this moment, two pedestrians who were playing suddenly rushed out from behind and squeezed past him.

Tang Feng was squeezed without any preparation and accidentally stepped on a painting, leaving a footprint on it.

The two pedestrians who were playing probably knew that they were in trouble, and hurriedly ran away and disappeared in an instant.

The owner of the calligraphy and painting stall immediately jumped out and grabbed Tang Feng's arm, "Boy, you stepped on my painting, what do you say?"

Tang Feng was speechless, "You saw it just now, it was those two people who squeezed me."

The stall owner was a man in his fifties, with a pointed face and monkey cheeks, and he was not a good person at first glance, "I can't control it, I just know that your footprints were left on this painting, so you have to be responsible."

Tang Feng was a little depressed, "Okay, I'm responsible, isn't it? Let go of your hand first."

"Haha, do you think I'm stupid? If I let you go, what if you run away, where can I find you?" Instead of letting him go, the stall owner held him tighter.

As the two quarreled, many people on the antique street were attracted to watch the fun.

Tang Feng frowned, "I'll buy this painting, name a price."

The stall owner's expression eased a little, he looked at him for a few times, and stretched out a fist, "One hundred thousand."

Tang Feng looked at the painting again and couldn't help but sneer, "Do you really think I'm a sucker? This is just a copy, you're selling it as an original?"

He has read a lot of books on antiques during this period, and his knowledge and experience have improved a lot.

Even if the scanning system is not turned on, you know that this painting is not valuable, and it's good to be worth three thousand.

When the stall owner heard that he seemed to know a lot, his momentum weakened a little, "I have sold this painting, and the buyer will come to pick it up today."

"Now that it's damaged by you, I have to pay the penalty for breach of contract. This loss must be counted on you."

"Haha, since it's sold, why do you still put it out? And your stall occupies half of the street. I think you are deliberately trying to scam me, right?" Tang Feng saw through his routine at a glance.

It is estimated that the two people who bumped into him just now were also arranged by the stall owner.

When he passed by, he deliberately bumped him into the stall and extorted money.

The stall owner was exposed by him and was immediately angry and said, "You are slandering me. I, Wei Jie, have been setting up a stall in the antique street for so many years. When have I ever played such a trick?"

"If you don't compensate me for my losses today, don't even think about leaving."

Tang Feng keenly observed that there were several people in the crowd with bad eyes, probably in the same group with the stall owner.

If he dared to resist, these people would definitely attack him.

Although with his strength, he was least afraid of such gangsters.

But this is the antique street after all, so he still had to restrain himself as much as possible and not fight if he could.

He glanced at the painting again, and this time he used the scanning system directly.

"Title of the work: Fu Shou Calligraphy

Author: Zhang Daqian

Estimated value: 2 million

Detailed description..."

"Hmm?"

When Tang Feng saw this information, his expression was lifted.

It turns out that there is a piece of calligraphy hidden in the interlayer of this imitation, and it is the calligraphy of the famous Zhang Daqian.

Zhang Daqian is famous for his paintings, and he is known as "Southern Zhang and Northern Qi" together with Qi Baishi.

His paintings can easily be worth hundreds of millions.

Compared to his paintings, his calligraphy is much less famous.

But after all, it is from the hands of a master and is still very popular in the antique market.

The system actually gave an estimated price of two million.

His heart was pounding, but he remained calm on the surface.

"I can buy this painting, but 100,000 is definitely impossible."

"Then how much can you offer?" The stall owner was immediately delighted, finally catching a sucker.

"Three thousand." Tang Feng gave his own offer.

"Three thousand? Are you kidding?"

The stall owner jumped up directly like a frog thrown into boiling water.

This kid is too hard to bargain.

He wants 100,000, and this kid directly bargains for 3,000?