"No money, the boss gave it."

Ye Mingcheng launched a bicycle and threw the bamboo tube into the basket, which was a huge difference from his previous baby's attitude.

"A boss with this bamboo tube?" Ye Qingqing became more interested. Has her father improved, and he could actually get a white pot. Although it was broken, it was more valuable than a bamboo tube. At least the process was more complicated.

"It's that old liar, I bought a bamboo tube and a painting, spent 250 yuan, and then gave this jar..." Ye Mingcheng said angrily, but suddenly it got stuck and he couldn't continue.

The air was quieter again, and everyone's eyes were even more sympathetic.

Ye Qingqing held back and did not laugh violently, and made fun of her father without mercy, "Dad, the boss didn't lie to you, I really explained to you that you were stupid and had to jump to the kang. You still blame the boss for not pulling you."

The boss clearly said that her father was 25 years old, but her father was stupid but didn't understand. The boss was too unfair.

Ye Mingcheng's face became darker. No wonder when he paid that day, the boss's eyes were strange. He must be laughing at him for being 25. He is really 25!

He was so angry that he wanted to smash the big liar's stall. Ye Mingcheng went back to the house and poured three glasses of water, but he still couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart.

"Doctor Ye, haven't you even bought a painting? Take it out and let this old man help you appreciate it." Dr. Hu reminded.

"Yes, Dad, go and take it out."

Ye Qingqing also started to cheer, and she smiled at the old man, "Uncle, please help me. Your medical expenses are free, and I won't charge you for money."

The old man smiled and shook his head, "There is no need to waive medical expenses. I am not an expert. I just have a little research on this and I like it myself, but I may not be able to see it correctly."

"That's better than my dad, he's just a sucker."

Ye Mingcheng paused when he went upstairs, and turned around and looked at Ye Qingqing sadly. He was disliked by his daughter, and he blamed himself for being stupid, alas!

The other people also hung up the water and didn't go home. They waited for Ye Mingcheng to draw the treasure. They wanted to see what treasure it was. It was probably a very good possibility that it was a fake.

Ye Mingcheng went downstairs with a few paintings in his arms, which was his more proud collection. He thought it should be the authentic one, so he asked the old man to take a look together. From now on, he only charged the old man the cost price. The old man was not in good health and often came to his clinic for medical treatment. However, the old man was not liked to talk, so he took the initiative to speak for the first time today.

The old man picked up one, but didn't spread it open, and only looked at the scroll, frowned and shook his head, "Fake it, have you seen this scroll? It's obviously produced from the assembly line, and there is also a smell of potion. This is the worst quality anti-pot, and you will know it's fake at the first time you smell it."

"Isn't this a musty smell? The boss said that the calligraphy and paintings will smell like this after they are left for a long time." Ye Mingcheng gritted his teeth and slaughtered the boss's heart. He was an immoral ghost who had no P eyes for giving birth to a son.

"Those who lie to you, everything that has this taste is a fake. This is the lowest-level method, and only novices will be fooled."

The old man had no hope for the remaining few paintings, but he still finished reading them. As everyone expected, those paintings were the same. The low-image counterfeits produced in modern assembly lines were at most dozens of yuan, but Ye Mingcheng spent hundreds of yuan to buy them as treasures.

"I...I'll go find him!"
Chapter completed!