As soon as he said that, all the people present were shocked.
This painting was obviously a high-level imitation, but how could it become a real one?
The boss’s two eyebrows were connected into a line. He said in a trembling voice, “Director, don’t make fun of me. I’ve asked several people to check it. It’s obviously a high-quality work. Why did it become a real work of art in your place?”
Shawn would never admit that Brucille had made a mistake under his nose. He also said, “Mr. Yang, take a closer look. If this thing really goes down the drain, the boss will suffer a great loss.”
This was a typical sour grape mentality. He didn’t want to talk about other people’s sour grapes.
The meaning of his original words was that how could Brucille get such a big bargain?
Yang Jian was already 80 years old. In order to prevent himself from losing his virginity, he picked up the magnifying glass again and checked the authenticity of the painting from various places.
Due to the arrival of the old Head Person himself, many people would like to invite the old Head Person to take a look at things that they couldn’t see clearly. Seeing that the old Head Person was so serious, everyone formed a small circle around him.
There were more and more people, and the painting was also very careful.
The old Head Person adjusted his glasses and shook his head thoughtfully.
Shawn shook his head happily. “Look, I told you that this painting is fake. Only a poor villain like you would buy such a high-quality painting to deceive people.”
The owner of the painting shop was relieved. If this was true, he would buy a piece of tofu at noon and kill himself.
At this time, Brucille was still confident. Gold could shine everywhere. Compared with some people’s eyes, he believed in himself more.
After Yang Jian shook his head, he let out a long sigh and continued, “I didn’t expect to see Zhang Sangjing’s work now. If I’m not mistaken, it should be his work in the middle and later stage. That is to say, this painting represents his best work. It’s really a rare masterpiece.”
Who was Monk Zhang? He was one of the four art saints. Any piece of work that was put into the collection market would definitely cause a stir.
The onlookers became more lively at this time.
The owner of the painting was crazy, and Shawn was stunned. Brucille laughed…
He carefully rolled up the painting and put it in the bag, ready to leave. After all, he was not afraid of thieves, but he was afraid of thieves. He had to leave as soon as possible.
But when he put away the painting, a middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd. He looked well dressed.
“Little brother, may I have a look at this portrait of the Buddha?”
“Sir, I’m really sorry. This is the authentic work of a monk, and there are many people here. If you really want to see it, why don’t you find a quiet place with me?”
“Because I’m in a hurry. My father-in-law’s 90th birthday is the day after tomorrow, and he believes in Buddhism. Therefore, this Buddhism map is very important to me, and it’s one of the authentic works of the four ancestors. You name a price.”
At this time, Shawn clenched his fists as if he was opening a picture. Every time there was something good, it was all occupied by Brucille. When he first saw this painting, he knew that it was very likely to be real.
He didn’t expect that the Ercha boss would say that it was a high-class imitation, which made him so angry that his lungs bled.
Brucille had his own price in mind. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Well, the price is more than 50 million yuan. If this thing enters the auction house, it will not be less than 60 million yuan. For the sake of your filial piety to the old man.”
30 million yuan became 50 million yuan in an instant. Jealousy, jealousy, and hatred could not make up for the gap in the hearts of the onlookers.
Director Yang said, “Last month in London, there was a similar painting made by Mr. Zhang, whose value was as high as 450 million pounds. 50 million is really not much…”
Since even the old Head Supervisor had said so, the price was naturally reasonable.
A few minutes later, Brucille received a deposit of 50 million yuan. The world was so wonderful that he left calmly under the envious eyes of a group of people.
The old director, Yang Jian, sat in the passenger seat of Brucille. Brucille planned to treat him to a cup of tea.
Yang Jiansheng was very active and forthright. Although he was 80 years old, he looked tough.
The two of them walked into the teahouse and Brucille said, “Director Yang, thank you for your righteous words today, which made me make a lot of money. In order to express my gratitude to you, I will give you a prescription.”
Yang Jian held this cup of melon slice in his hand and took a small sip to taste it.
“That’s right. Even the Empress Dowager likes this tea. The tea here is almost the most authentic in the entire Spring River City. I didn’t expect you to have such a hobby at such a young age. What kind of prescription are you going to give me?”
Brucille said with a smile, “If I’m not mistaken, Director Yang will probably die soon. At the age of 80, he has gone through the ups and downs of the world. I’m afraid he has already seen through everything. I can’t see any fear of life or death on your face. There’s a saying that goes, ‘It’s better to live than die’.”
The old director, Yang Jian, looked at Brucille in surprise. He was sure that it was the first time he had come into contact with this young man today, and he could tell that he was ill.
Very few people were able to face life-and-death situations like Yang Jian.
He smiled bitterly. “You’re right. Every day I’m happy, I’m full of positive energy for my family. There’s no need for me, an important person, to affect the whole family’s heart.”
“Director Yang, I’ll give you a hand and bring this prescription back. After a week, the medicine will cure the disease and let you regain your 60-year-old vitality.”
“Can this medicine cure my incurable disease?”
Yang Jian had lived for more than 80 years. From the moment he learned of the disease, his son and daughter had taken him to see a lot of places. When he learned the result, he advised him to calm down, eat more and drink more, and then there would be no more…
He had spent several months adjusting his mentality, but every time it was late at night, he would feel a little reluctant to leave his family.
Brucille’s prescription was written by him when he entered the teahouse. There were more than 60 Chinese herbs on it and they were divided into two doses.
“The first shot will last for three days, and the second shot will last for four days. In the first three days, you may vomit from top to bottom or even vomit blood. In the next four days, you need to build your foundation. If you’re really worried about any accidents, call me.”
When Yang Jian returned home, he was carrying seven bags of traditional Chinese medicine. His youngest son saw the old man mention so much Chinese medicine.
With a serious look, he asked, “Dad, what are these things? Do you believe that Mrs. Zhang’s prescription next door can cure a serious illness?”
Yang Jian, the youngest son, was already scared. Aunt Zhang, who was next door, grabbed a lot of country bumpkins from somewhere and had to stew soup for his father to drink.
In the end, the insect ran out of the jar and made the whole family catch the insects in the villa in the middle of the night. The scene could be said to be a mess.
This time, Yang Jian would never repeat such a tragedy.
Yang Jian replied, “That’s not partial. It’s true.”