"Don't be modest."

At this time, Fang Mingsheng shook his head and said, "I have also given other people a reminder, and they are really experts, but they can't see anything. So, people's eyesight is still different, otherwise some people wouldn't be constantly slapping their eyes, while some people are constantly picking up and leaking."

"Uh-huh……"

Why did it sound like he was talking about himself? Wang Guan nodded perfunctorily and immediately changed the topic: "By the way, where are the secret notes you mentioned? The patterns are too cumbersome and not easy to find."

"It's hard to find. Mr. Zeng studied it for two or three days before he noticed the special secret note. He realized that this thing was actually a fake made by Mr. Zhu." While speaking, Fang Mingsheng pointed to the inconspicuous corner of the blue and white pattern at the neck of the big bottle, and then signaled: "Look here..."

Wang Guan looked down and felt that the other blue and white patterns had become blurred. The remaining secret notes were immediately highlighted, which made people unable to ignore them at all. Of course, it was also very dazzling. Anyway, looking at Fang Mingsheng's expression, I wish I could not scrape it with a knife.

"See it."

At this time, Fang Mingsheng returned to the coffee table and sat down. After drinking a few cups of tea, he calmed down his anger. Then he said in a deep voice: "Wang Guan, if you have a clue from Mr. Zhu, you must tell me. You dare to cheat me like this. If you don't sink him to the bottom of the sea to feed the sharks, I won't be Fang."

Seeing the gloomy and murderous aura in Fang Mingsheng's tone, Wang Guan knew that he was not joking. While fearing this person treating the law as nothing, Wang Guan was also a little happy. After all, Fang Mingsheng's energy is not small, which is a great help.

"If you have any clues, you will definitely notify Boss Fang."

At this time, Wang Guan nodded and said, "In addition, Boss Fang can also pay attention to the movements overseas. After all, according to the current situation, Mr. Zhu should be hiding overseas, so he cannot find his trace in China."

"overseas?"

Fang Mingsheng frowned, obviously a little embarrassed. This is very normal, just like some local tyrants can act as a domineering and rampant in China, but they are no longer there when they get abroad, and they have to be obediently clamped their tails as human beings.

Maybe Fang Mingsheng is similar, but after thinking about it, Leng Ruobingshuang said: "I offended me, let alone hide overseas, even if I run to outer space, I will catch him back."

This is not a bragging thing. You should know that space travel is not new in developed countries. With Fang Mingsheng's wealth, as long as he is willing to spend money, it seems that it is not difficult to experience a space travel.

Of course, the threat of words is nothing, and it depends on the actions in the future. I think with Fang Mingsheng's personality, if Mr. Zhu is not caught out, he will definitely not give up. Wang Guan is also happy to see this situation.

"Boss Fang calms down."

At the same time, Wang Guan also came over, comforted him a few words, and suddenly asked: "By the way, Mr. Zeng lives in Jieyang, too. I wonder if Boss Fang can take me over to visit me so that I can ask the old senior in person."

If you don’t know, it’s all right. Now that you know that there is a respected Buddha in the local area, it would be a pity not to worship and burn incense.

"Old Zeng will not stay in Jieyang."

However, Fang Mingsheng shook his head directly, and after Wang Guan sighed disappointed, he smiled and said, "He lives in Chaozhou."

"Hey, that's not far."

After all, Wang Guan was a little happy when the rounds were turned. After all, from the map, Chaozhou, Shantou and Jieyang formed a triangle, which belonged to a regional cooperation range with economic complementarity and was very convenient for transportation.

At this moment, Fang Mingsheng took the opportunity to threaten: "You want me to take you to visit Mr. Zeng, but you also want to help me see something."

"What are you looking at?" Wang Guan frowned, feeling vaguely that this was the purpose of Fang Mingsheng inviting him to come.

However, Wang Guan was also a little confused. Since Fang Mingsheng knew Mr. Zeng so powerful, he could just ask him for help to see it. Why do you have to come to him for such a waste?

"A painting."

Perhaps seeing Wang Guan’s question, Fang Mingsheng explained: “Old Zeng only studies porcelain and wood carvings, and rarely learns about calligraphy and painting. Even if he understands it through the analogy, he dare not determine the authenticity of calligraphy and painting.”

Wang Guan nodded and expressed his understanding. After all, even Mr. Qian sometimes even sees doubtful places in calligraphy and painting, he can't understand them directly, and then ask Mr. Zhou to come and help with the appraisal. People have limited energy and want to be refined, they must be focused. They are too distracted. Generally speaking, they are a model of proficiency in everything and sparse in everything.

Of course, Wang Guan is an exception. Even if he specializes in porcelain, he can cheat in other calligraphy, painting, jade and other things in uncertain situations.

So Wang Guan did not refuse Fang Mingsheng asking him to help him see the painting, but just said curiously: "What kind of painting is it? Even the old senior is not sure, so the problem must be quite big, right?"

"The calligraphy and painting look like genuine works, but there is a seal on the picture, which makes everyone feel doubtful and dare not easily assert whether it is true or false." Fang Mingsheng explained: "Things are very precious. If doubts cannot be ruled out, I dare not take over."

“Where is the thing?”

At this time, Wang Guan said in surprise: "What seal is it that can determine the authenticity of calligraphy and paintings?"

"You'll know if you go and take a look."

While speaking, Fang Mingsheng stood up and greeted: "The thing is with someone else, I'll take you there."

"Why let me help me see?"

Wang Guan stood up and followed him, and was a little puzzled: "I may not be able to see correctly?"

Even if he can see it correctly, others may not know whether he can see it accurately. This is a bit confusing, but it is also a fact. After all, Fang Mingsheng doesn’t know that he has superpowers, how can he know that he can identify the authenticity of calligraphy and painting?

"I don't know if you see it correctly, but I know you've never fallen into trouble."

At the right time, Fang Mingsheng said seriously: "I know your intuition is very accurate. When you see the painting later, I don't need you to judge whether it is true or not. As long as you tell me that I can buy it or can't buy it."

"oh."

Wang Guan suddenly realized, and frowned slightly, feeling that he seemed to have performed too much. After so long in the industry, he had never suffered any losses. It seemed that the limelight was too high.

Just as Wang Guan was considering whether he would be hurtful and wiped away his halo, the car came to an antique shop in the city.

At Fang Mingsheng's greeting, Wang Guan got off the car and looked at it. He saw that the antique shop was decorated in a retro style and full of luxury. The first floor was a spacious hall, mainly dealing with porcelain, jade, and wood carvings. As for calligraphy and painting, it was on the second floor.

"Boss Fang."

Or Fang Mingsheng often came over, so that the shopkeepers knew him. As soon as they saw him, they immediately walked out of the store to greet him warmly.

"Is Manager Mi here?" Fang Mingsheng walked into the store calmly and asked casually: "Will the painting still exist?"

It doesn’t matter whether Manager Mi is there or not, as long as the painting is still there. But Fang Mingsheng is not worried about anything. Anyway, as long as he doesn’t give up for what he likes for a day, no one will dare to sell the things to others.

In fact, it was also true. Under the call of the guy, Shopkeeper Mi walked out of the lounge with brisk pace.

"Boss Fang is here, welcome." Manager Mi smiled and was very happy. Of course he had reason to be happy. After all, Fang Mingsheng came frequently, which means that the higher his interest in the painting, the greater the possibility of a deal.

Of course, the premise of all is to prove that the painting is fine. But it is a pity that even the respected Mr. Zeng did not dare to draw conclusions easily, let alone others.

Thinking of this, Manager Mi felt quite regretful and glad.

This kind of psychology seems contradictory, but it is actually easy to understand. If you can judge that something is an authentic work, then he can make a high price with confidence. However, he is afraid that something is a fake, and the value will greatly shrink. So Shopkeeper Mi regrets that Mr. Zeng did not say that something is an authentic work, and he is even more fortunate that it is a fake.

In this way, it is actually a good thing to have doubts. There are many doubts in the world, and even the Palace Museum has a large number of controversial items. However, before they are proven to be fakes, they are still carefully cared for. In this case, what is the difference between true and false?

Of course, if you can confirm that it is the original work, it will naturally be a good thing for everyone to celebrate together.

With a lot of thoughts, Manager Mi habitually looked behind Fang Mingsheng. After all, every time Fang Mingsheng came over, he would definitely bring an appraiser. However, when he saw Wang Guan, Manager Mi's eyes stumbled and flew over. Obviously, he didn't think that this young man was the one Fang Mingsheng specially invited to see the painting.

However, after the eyes passed by, there were a few bodyguards. Seeing this, Manager Mi was naturally a little surprised and thought Fang Mingsheng was coming to see the painting alone. But after a moment, he knew that he was outrageously wrong.

After a while, with the warm welcome from Manager Mi, Wang Guan and others came to the VIP room.

While Manager Mi was pouring tea and water in person, Fang Mingsheng waved his hand and said, "Just let the guy come here for these trivial matters, go and take out the painting and let me see it."

"Boss Fang wait, I'll come when I go." Manager Mi nodded with a smile, turned around and walked out. After all, it is definitely impossible to put a very precious thing in the store, but it is carefully stored in the warehouse.

Two or three minutes later, Manager Mi returned to the VIP room and naturally had a square long brocade box in his hand.

At this time, Fang Mingsheng didn't need to show it. Manager Mi took the initiative to open the brocade box, took out a scroll from the box, and then carefully spread it on a clean table.

"Boss Fang, Daqian's paintings of red brushes, please check it out."

While speaking, Manager Mi took a few steps back and felt a little complacent in his smile. After all, if such a precious item is not strong or related, he may not be able to accept it.

"It's Zhang Daqian again..."
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