Chapter 19: Zhang Wenzhong and the Bamboo Stone Painting (Third Watch, Seeking Votes!)

  The jade products sold in those antique shops in front, although the prices are relatively high, but they are all genuine goods. Of course, whether these jade products are really worth the price called by the store owner is a matter of personal opinion.

  But this antique shop is good, and it turns out that all they sell are fake jade.

  These fake jade products are quite authentic, and if not for professional personnel using specialized tools to examine them, it would be difficult to distinguish their authenticity. Moreover, next to each piece of jade, there is a certificate of appraisal issued by a certain cultural relic appraisal institution. This makes these counterfeit antique jade products appear extremely legitimate, successfully deceiving wealthy individuals who are not well-versed in distinguishing authenticity, causing them to fall prey and purchase these fake goods.

  The young man did not know that Zhang Wenzhong had already seen through the fact that these jade articles were fake, and he introduced and sold them to Zhang Wenzhong with a smooth talk. The young man's eloquence was quite good, and his words were so convincing that he blew all these jade articles into unparalleled treasures. If it were someone who didn't understand jade very well, they might really believe what he said and pay the money to be cheated.

  Zhang Wen Zhong interrupted the young man's chatter, shaking his head and saying: "Alright, don't say any more. You don't have any jade carvings that I like here." Having said this, he turned around to leave.

  Although this business was not successful, the young man did not want to miss Zhang Wen's big shot. He hurriedly said: "I don't know what kind of jade you like to play with, boss? Can I leave your phone number? If we encounter the type of jade you like in the future, we can also notify you at the first time."

  "It's all right, you'll never have the kind of jade I like here." Zhang Wen Zhong looked straight into the young man's eyes and said with a faint smile.

  The young man was startled by Zhang Wen's gaze, because he felt that Zhang Wen's gaze just now seemed to see through everything. This made him involuntarily somewhat apprehensive, and he secretly wondered in his heart: "Could it be that he has seen that these jade pieces are fake?"

  Zhang Wen Zhong smiled calmly and ignored the young man with a surprised look on his face, turning to leave the antique shop.

  At this moment, the antique shop owner's voice with strong temptation came into his ears: "You can rest assured that our antique shop is the most honest one on the entire Yongcheng West Street. I can guarantee you that the bamboo and stone painting you are looking at is absolutely a genuine work by Zheng Banqiao! If you don't believe me, then you should believe in the appraisal certificate issued by the authoritative cultural relics appraisal institution? This appraisal certificate is something that cannot be bought with money, it can only be obtained after being appraised by several authoritative experts and confirmed to be authentic. I can guarantee that this bamboo and stone painting is the most valuable antique on Yongcheng West Street. Normally, I wouldn't dare to take it out for display, if you hadn't said that my shop didn't have any good treasures, I really wouldn't have taken it out today."

  "Zheng Banqiao's bamboo and stone painting?" Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but feel interested, stopped his departing footsteps, and turned to look at the antique shop owner.

  At this moment, the owner of the antique shop was unfolding the bamboo and stone picture in his hand, blowing wildly to the customer in front of him. His eloquence was more than ten times better than that of the young man who had just received Zhang WenZhong. The customer sitting outside the counter in front of him was obviously moved by his words.

  Although it was a bit far away, Zhang Wenzhong could still see the bamboo and stone painting clearly with his current excellent eyesight.

  Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but laugh dryly, shaking his head slightly as he walked towards the antique shop owner who was boasting.

  There is no doubt that this bamboo and stone picture is fake.

  Originally, Zhang Wenzhong was not going to interfere with the matter, after all, buying and selling is a matter of one's own will, and there is no need for others to intervene. However, the problem is that the antique shop owner brought out this bamboo stone painting, which he painted in the style of Zheng Banqiao's painting method after getting drunk one year.

  Holding his own childhood scribbles as Zheng Banqiao's genuine work to deceive others, this made Zhang WenZhong extremely dissatisfied and could no longer sit idly by.

  "Is there anything else, boss?" The antique shop owner saw that Zhang Wen had already walked to the door and came back, walking straight towards him. His eyes rolled around and he smiled happily, saying: "Could it be that you, boss, are also interested in this Zheng Banqiao's bamboo and stone painting?"

  The customer sitting opposite the antique shop owner was a woman who appeared to be around 28 or 29 years old. Although she wasn't wearing makeup, she was extremely beautiful, far surpassing many women who relied on cosmetics to look good. She wore a pale purple short-sleeved Chanel professional suit, and on her white, slender neck, she wore a casual white gold diamond necklace, which further showcased her noble and elegant demeanor.

  At this moment, the beautiful lady was frowning slightly at Zhang Wen-zhong, apparently misunderstanding his intention, thinking that he wanted to compete with her for this painting of bamboo and stone by Zheng Banqiao.

  The beautiful lady was about to speak, but Zhang Wenzhong took a step ahead, shaking his head and saying: "This painting of bamboo and stone by Zheng Banqiao is fake."

  "What?!"

  Zhang Wenzhong's words made everyone in the antique shop gasp in surprise.

  The antique shop owner's face suddenly turned gloomy.

  If it weren't for the fact that the lady who was likely to buy this bamboo and stone painting was still in the store, the owner of the antique shop really wanted to call on the two young men in the store to give this blind and daring guy a little color.

  The antique shop owner's face turned gloomy, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You don't buy anything in my store, that's okay, but you dare to spout nonsense here and tarnish our reputation. Hmph, you must be sent by some competitor to smear me? We don't welcome you here, please get out of my sight quickly."

  Zhang Wenzhong completely ignored the antique shop owner and sincerely said to the beautiful woman: "Believe me, madam. This so-called Zheng Banqiao's Bamboo and Stone painting is a fake."

  "Why are you so sure it's a fake?" The beautiful lady became interested and curiously sized up Zhang Wen-zhong, asking.