Yang He's face was obviously extremely ugly when he was humiliated in public by Ye Fan.

"Hmph, little brat, I recognize you when you say I regard the fake as the real one."

"It's because I didn't have the ability to do it, so I took a look. I will make up for some of Young Master Chen's losses in the future."

"But don't think that we will look up to you when we see something."

"You were clearly the blind cat just now and they had luck with the dead mouse."

Yang He said disdainfully, and was still full of contempt for Ye Fan. Especially Ye Fan's look of indifferent at this moment made Yang He even more angry.

"What, you little brat, really treat yourself as a treasure appraiser?"

"If you really have the ability, then pick out another fake from the authentic products in my store."

"If you can't pick it out, then get out of here."

"This is a high-end place, not a place you can stay, a brat!" Yang He said coldly.

Ye Fan was immediately happy when he heard this: "Boss Yang, don't say anything. Although I didn't see any fakes among your so-called authentic ornaments, I saw a treasure among the miscellaneous items over there."

While speaking, Ye Fan immediately walked towards the counter in the corner and finally stopped in front of a painting.

“Hahaha~”

"Boy, it's possible if you say that the counters on my left are available for treasures, but the stalls on the right are all the rags I rented out. They are all rags collected from the junk. They are placed here just to occupy a place."

"You actually said there is a treasure?"

Seeing this, Yang He laughed at that time.

His stall has four counters on all sides.

The two counters in front and back are all placed with authentic products from their Babao Pavilion. The counter on the left is equipped with fakes with good workmanship, as well as some items of unknown origin that he collected. As for the counter Ye Fan looked at, they were rented out for their Babao Pavilion to help some individual stalls for sale.

A few items may not be sold in a few years, and they are basically delivered as gifts.

But Yang He didn't expect that Ye Fan would actually say that there would be treasures in the pile of waste?

Ye Fan ignored Yang He's sarcasm and laughed, reached out and took the painting off the counter.

It was a paper-based ink stroke, and the content of the painting was also very simple. It was a dead tree like a deer antler, a strange stone like a snail, and a star-short bamboo stretched out from behind the strange stone.

The whole composition is also very random and rough. It looks good from a distance, but when you look at it up close, there are countless flaws and no beauty at all.

"The treasure you mentioned is not it, right? This picture of a strange stone with dead trees?" Yang He smiled immediately after seeing the painting in Ye Fan's hand.

“Hahaha~”

"I said you won't read that the painting is signed by Su Dongpo. You really think it is Su Dongpo's work, right?"

Yang He kept saying, his smile suddenly became even worse, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"There are eyes but no beads!" Ye Fan was too lazy to pay attention to him, but just replied coldly.

"You guys, you're really ungrateful!"

"So, how about we make a bet?"

"If this is worth more than ten thousand, I will pay you ten times the value of it!"

"But if it is not valuable, you will pay me a million."

"How about it, do you dare to gamble?"

Yang He sneered coldly.

Ye Fan looked at him and snorted and said, "Ten times the compensation?"

"I'm afraid you can't afford it!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just say whether you dare to gamble?" Yang He asked coldly.

"Since you insist on betting, I will bet with you!" Ye Fan replied.

When Qiu Mucheng heard this, her pretty face turned pale and she hurriedly said, "Ye Fan, you are crazy, how can you have one million?"

Susie also thought to herself that Ye Fan was idiot.

Isn't this giving money to people?

"A poor boy in the countryside has no money or power, and he still learns to bet on others?"

"Isn't this intentional tricking Mu Cheng?"

"It's just a troublemaker!"

However, Ye Fan had already agreed.

Qiu Mucheng advised him again at this time, it was too late.

"good!"

"Since that's the case, everyone will be a witness."

"When the time comes, someone will refuse to admit it."

"And, I agreed in advance that if you lose and can't get the money, don't blame me for using your house to mortgage it." Yang He's eyes were full of sinister smile.
Chapter completed!