Ye Mingcheng launched a bicycle and threw the bamboo tube into the basket, which was a world of difference from the previous baby's attitude.
"Have the same boss as this bamboo tube?" Ye Qingqing is more interested. Her father has grown so much that he can actually make a white clay pot. Although it is broken, it is more valuable than the bamboo tube. Anyway, the craftsmanship is more complicated.
"Just that old liar, I bought a bamboo tube for a painting, spent two hundred and fifty, and then gave this jar..." Ye Mingcheng said angrily, but suddenly got stuck, and he couldn't continue.
The air was quiet again, and everyone's eyes became more sympathetic.
Ye Qingqing couldn't hold back the violent laughter, and teased her father mercilessly, "Dad, the boss didn't lie to you, he really explained it to you, you are stupid, you have to jump on the hot kang, you I also blame the boss for not dragging you."
The boss clearly said that her father was 250, but she was so stupid that she didn't understand, and the boss was too wrong.
Ye Mingcheng's face turned even darker. No wonder the boss had a weird look in his eyes when he paid the money that day.
I was so angry, I really wanted to smash that big liar's booth. Ye Mingcheng went back to the house and poured three glasses of water, but he still couldn't put out the fire in his heart.
"Doctor Ye, didn't you buy a painting, take it out and let this uncle appreciate it for you," Dr. Hu reminded.
"Yes, Dad, go and take it out."
Ye Qingqing also booed. She smiled at the old gentleman, "Master, I'd like to ask you to take a look. Your medical bills are free, and you won't be charged."
The old gentleman smiled and shook his head, "There is no need to exempt medical expenses, and I am not an expert. I just do a little research on this, and I like it, but I may not be able to see it right."
"That's better than my dad. He's a big deal."
Ye Mingcheng paused as he walked upstairs, then looked back at Ye Qingqing sadly, he was disliked by his daughter, and he blamed himself for being stupid, alas!
Several other people also hung up the water and did not go home. They waited for Ye Mingcheng to draw the treasure and wanted to see what it was. It was estimated that there was a high possibility that it was a fake.
Ye Mingcheng went downstairs with a few paintings, which are his proud collections. He felt that they should be genuine, so he simply let the old gentleman see them together. In the future, he will only charge the old gentleman's cost price. This old gentleman is not in good health. He often comes to his clinic to see a doctor, but the old gentleman doesn't like to talk, so it was the first time he took the initiative to speak up today.
The old gentleman picked up one and didn't spread it out. Just looking at the scroll, he frowned and shook his head: "Fake, have you seen this scroll? It's obviously produced by an assembly line, and it smells like potion. The worst quality knock-off potion is fake when you smell it.”
"Isn't this a musty smell? The boss said that the calligraphy and painting will smell like this after a long time." Ye Mingcheng gritted his teeth, and even killed the boss.
"I lied to you. Anyone with such a taste is a fake. This is the lowest level method. Only a novice will be fooled."
The old gentleman had no hope for the remaining paintings, but he still finished them all. As expected, they were all the same. The low-quality fakes mass-produced by the modern assembly line are only a few dozen pieces at most. Ye Mingcheng But spent hundreds of dollars to buy it back as a baby.
"I...I'll go find him!"
Ye Mingcheng hugged the calligraphy and painting and the bamboo tube tightly, and went out angrily. He cheated him of so much money, and only gave him a broken jar. He had to go and order it back.