For the sake of profit, regardless of everything, Wang Guan has touched the bottom line of Wang Guan's principles, and he does not bother to do so.

Besides, although Wang Guan can take advantage of others now, there is no airtight wall in the world. Once the incident is leaked, his character and reputation will be completely ruined.

In the collecting business, credibility comes first. No one will deal with a person without credibility. Ruining one's reputation for some benefit would be more than worth the gain.

Therefore, after weighing the importance, Wang Guan decided to tell the truth.

Gently unfolding the picture, Wang Guan smiled and said, "I just looked at the picture but ignored the paper. It was really careless."

"Paper!"

Yu Feibai was startled, and quickly reached out to touch the paper of the ink bamboo picture. He was a little surprised and said: "Hey, it's true, the quality of this paper seems to be good."

The fat middle-aged man next to him saw that things seemed to be turning around, and he quickly said with his last hope: "Little brother, do you think this painting is authentic?"

"The painting must be authentic. As for who is the original, it's hard to say." Wang Guan looked down for a moment, then chuckled: "I see that the paper of this painting does not seem to have any traces of artificial aging. I can be sure.

This is an ancient painting."

"As long as it's an ancient painting, it's good as long as it's an ancient painting." The fat middle-aged man was pleasantly surprised. As long as it was not a modern fake, he could at least recoup some of the cost.

"Brother, you've got it right."

At this time, Mr. Yang asked softly, a little suspicious. Wang Guan was making a promise of goodwill. After all, he said that the picture was a fake and then changed his story and said it was the real thing in the blink of an eye, which made people somewhat suspicious.

At the same time, the fat middle-aged man also reacted and said hesitantly: "Little brother, the truth is the truth. If it is a fake, you don't have to comfort me like this..."

"Hey, I'm telling the truth, why don't you believe me?"

After complaining, Wang Guan said jokingly: "Uncle, otherwise, you can give me the things. I spent money to buy the things. You should believe it."

Suddenly, several people were surprised and confused, not knowing whether Wang Guan was joking or sincere.

Mr. Yang frowned slightly and said solemnly: "Brother, there are some things you shouldn't say nonsense, as they will make people believe them to be true."

"Yes, little brother."

The fat middle-aged man forced a smile: "I have to take it seriously."

"Don't worry, you two, I'm not the kind of person who talks nonsense." Wang Guan was a little dumbfounded: "Well, uncle, you can make a price now. I want this thing."

"This..." The fat middle-aged man hesitated. Until now, he still couldn't figure out whether Wang Guan's move showed that the ink bamboo picture was a good thing, or whether it was just a momentary impulse.

If it was just a temporary impulse, it would be much easier to get rid of the thing quickly and transfer the risk. However, the fat middle-aged man is afraid of what might happen. This ink bamboo picture is really a rare treasure, so wouldn't he lose money?

While the prosperous middle-aged man hesitated, Mr. Yang and Yu Feibai remained silent.

This is a rule. Buyers and sellers should not be disturbed by others when they are trading. After all, antique trading is a matter of mutual consent, and no third party can be allowed to interfere. It is okay if the buyer asks someone to look at him. Otherwise, who will

If you speak rashly, you are breaking the rules and will be boycotted by those in the circle.

At the same time, seeing that the blessed middle-aged man was tempted but hesitant, Wang Guan simply added fuel to the fire and said with a smile: "Uncle, it is indeed a bit hurtful to talk about money when we first meet. How about this?

How about I exchange it with you for an agarwood bracelet? It is fair and reasonable to barter and everyone gets what he deserves."

At this time, Wang Guan was very confident. He had already pointed out that this was a genuine ancient painting. As for the value of the ancient painting, it depends on the vision of both parties. Since ancient times, the collection business has been like this. Whoever has a better vision will win the prize.

Just take advantage, nothing to complain about.

"Agarwood bracelet."

For a moment, the fat middle-aged man couldn't make up his mind. He lowered his head and picked up the bracelet next to him and started playing with it. After a while, he also said with some confusion: "This is agarwood? Why does it have no smell?"

"Hey, why do people nowadays rely on smell to identify agarwood?" Mr. Yang shook his head and sighed, stretched out his hand and said: "If you want to smell the smell, bring me something. By the way, there is also a lighter..."

The fat middle-aged man quickly handed the agarwood bracelet to Mr. Yang along with the lighter in his pocket.

"Brother, you don't mind if I do an experiment." Mr. Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, the agarwood bracelet beads will not be damaged."

"No problem, you can do whatever you want." Wang Guan said cheerfully.

"Attsu!"

Mr. Yang nodded lightly, lit the lighter, and then hung the agarwood bracelet above the flames, turning it quickly to smoke it. Because there was a certain distance between the bracelet and the flames, the beads themselves were not damaged.

After a while, Mr. Yang let go, put out the lighter, handed the slightly hot agarwood bracelet to the fat middle-aged man, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yu, smell it now."

In fact, there is no need to smell it anymore. After the agarwood bracelet is heated, there is already a wisp of faint fragrance in the air, which is very long and very fragrant.

"Mr. Yang, I still can't trust you." The fat middle-aged man smiled and picked up the agarwood bracelet to play with. He couldn't put it down. At least, he could be sure that this thing was genuine.

When Wang Guan saw this, he didn't rush him. Instead, he smiled and drank tea quietly.

"Little brother, I will switch with you."

After a while, the fat middle-aged man slapped the table and said, "Just don't regret it afterwards."

"Everything has been changed, there is nothing to regret." Wang Guan picked up the ink bamboo picture and said with a smile: "If uncle is worried, we can set up a written document and ask Mr. Yang as a witness, then there will be no problem.

Bar."

"fair enough……"

The fat middle-aged man nodded hesitantly, but he was actually eager to do so. Because he had already figured out that the ink bamboo painting was a real thing, but there was no inscription or seal on it, so who knew who it was.

So what about ancient paintings? Not all ancient paintings are valuable. Even the calligraphy and paintings handed down by the famous Tang Bohu, as long as they are not high-quality, are nothing more than tens of thousands of yuan a piece.

Nowadays, if he exchanges an ancient painting of unknown origin for an agarwood bracelet, he has made a profit.

With this mentality of taking advantage, the fat middle-aged man quickly wrote two agreements, signed his and Wang Guan's names respectively, and asked Mr. Yang and Yu Feibai next to him to sign, and everything was settled.

"Thank you, little brother." The fat middle-aged man smiled happily and was very happy.

"You're welcome."

However, Wang Guan on the side was also in a happy mood and smiling broadly.

Everyone is satisfied and it can be described as a win-win exchange.

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