When Chen Yu's figure gradually disappeared in the bustling streets, Shen Dashan was still standing at the door of Bogusian's store, staring firmly until the figure disappeared at the corner of the street and was completely swallowed by the surging crowd.

At this moment, Shen Dashan sighed slightly.

In the sigh, there was a hint of emotion for this difficult young man, and the complex emotions about the transaction of calligraphy and paintings just now.

Then, he turned around and slowly walked back to the store. The familiar fragrance of sandalwood and the old-fashioned aura of antiques came to his face. His eyes unconsciously fell on the empty space where the "Penglai Wonderland Picture" was originally hung.

The painting was sold successfully, but Shen Dashan didn't have much joy after the transaction.

It is rare for a young man as difficult as Chen Yu to work in the antique industry for so many years.

Chen Yu seemed gentle and humble, but the pressing step by step during negotiations and the precise control of the details of the paintings impressed Shen Dashan.

He calmed down and looked at A Rong, a young clerk who was writing and painting on the account book beside him, and said, "A Rong, hang the "Snow-Traveling Picture" by an anonymous Ming Dynasty that I just collected."

At this moment, Arong was holding a small and exquisite account book, which was densely recorded every transaction in the store.

His pen tip flew, carefully and meticulously recording every detail of the deal between the shopkeeper and Chen Yu just now. From Chen Yu's clothes and expressions when he entered the store, to every price confrontation during the negotiation process, and even Chen Yu's subtle expression changes, Arong recorded them in detail.

Hearing the shopkeeper's instructions, he closed the account book neatly, "I know about shopkeeper Chen, I will go to the warehouse to get it right away!"

Shen Dashan smiled and waved his hand, signaling him to be calm: "Arong, you have heard the conversation between me and that guest just now?"

Arong nodded quickly and responded sincerely, "Yes, Manager Chen. I could hear it clearly and remember every word in my heart. Since the guest entered the door, I have been paying attention to his every move."

A gentle smile appeared on Shen Dashan's face, and he raised his hand and patted Arong on the shoulder, "Arong, you are doing well. We sell antiques. It's not enough to just understand goods, but you have to understand people.

"There are all kinds of people in this antique, old, young, honest and treacherous. Just say that the young guest just now was gentle on the surface and smiled like a spring breeze, but in fact he was as careful as his hair. His comments on the paintings seemed casual, but in fact they were all solved by me.

"You should pay more attention to the words and actions of customers in the future, and learn to understand their thoughts from one look and one action. Only in this way can we take the initiative in transactions."

As Arong listened, he subconsciously scratched his head, a hint of hesitation appeared on his face, and he looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.

Shen Dashan keenly captured his expression, raised his lips and asked in a harmonious voice: "Don't hold back if you have any ideas, say boldly."

Arong took a deep breath, plucked up the courage and said, "Shopkeeper Chen, I think if you raise another 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, that customer would probably accept it."

Shen Dashan nodded slightly, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes: "You have observed it carefully. Indeed, the price has increased by 20,000 to 30,000 or even 40,000 to 50,000. With the strength of that customer and his obsession with the boundary painting, it is not impossible to sell it.

"But this painting was sold by a friend of the shopkeeper. If he could sell it to the lowest price he asked for, it would give him enough face.

"In other words, leaving a good impression on customers will have greater benefits in our store. You cannot just focus on the small profits in front of you when doing business. You have to look at the long-term. The long-term way is to go."

Arong was concentrating when he heard this, and kept nodding, his eyes full of recognition and admiration for Shen Dashan's words.

Seeing this, Shen Dashan smiled with satisfaction and continued to teach patiently: "There is another point that you should not forget the old rules of the antiques business. No matter how outrageous the price given by the customer is, even if the other party gives 10,000 yuan for the item sold for 1 million yuan, we must calm down and we must not easily let our emotions affect the transaction."

Before he finished speaking, at this moment, a hurried figure suddenly walked into the door of the store.

The person who came was a middle-aged man in a suit of the same age as Shen Dashan. He wore a dark blue suit with a very tailored fit, with excellent fabrics and showed his ability and stability in every move.

The Rolex antique mechanical watch, which is inadvertently exposed on the cuffs, reveals a unique gentlemanly taste in a low-key manner.

As soon as he saw Shen Dashan, he spoke first, with a hint of anxiety in his voice: "Old Shen, I called you just now, why didn't you answer?"

Shen Dashan took out his cell phone and saw that there were only three missed calls. A smile of apologetic immediately appeared on his face, "Boss, I'm really embarrassed. A big customer came to the store just now and was busy negotiating prices, so he didn't even bother to answer."

The middle-aged man in the suit asked curiously: "I wonder what antique this customer bought in the store?"

Shen Dashan raised his hand and pointed to the original hanging position of "Penglai Wonderland Picture" and said, "It is the Qing Dynasty calligraphy and painting imitating Yuan Jiang, which is not much or less, and it is sold for 750,000 yuan."

The middle-aged man in suit was stunned on the spot, his eyes wide open, and his face was full of surprise: "Ah? The paintings were sold?" His voice unconsciously increased a few points, which attracted several customers in the store to look at this side.

At this moment, the middle-aged man ignored the customer's reaction and immediately asked again: "Is it really sold?"

Shen Dashan nodded affirmatively: "Yes, I sold it! Boss, Mr. Wei's painting has been hung in our store for more than three months. Isn't it a good thing to be able to sell it?

"Although I didn't make much money, the price of 750,000 is already quite high. So many people came to see me before, and I just left after asking. It is really something to celebrate to be able to make a deal this time!"

The middle-aged man in the suit sighed and said slowly: "You don't know anything! Another boundary painting by Lao Wei, Yuan Yao's "Birthday Banquet of the Immortal Palace" taken together from a foreign black market, was identified as the original work by the two Taishan Beidou, who identified the boundary of calligraphy and paintings.

"In this way, Yuan Jiang's "Penglai Wonderland Picture" sold in our store is probably also a genuine work! That's why I called you to ask you to remove the painting. Alas, it's a pity, it's a pity! In the end, I still missed the treasure!"

When Shen Dashan heard this, he was stunned at first, but a bright smile immediately appeared, "It is impossible, absolutely impossible to miss the treasure! You and I have carefully identified the paintings. Although the style of the painting is very similar to that of Yuan Jiang, the imitation traces are too heavy, and it seems to be clichéd.

"Especially the signature, the two characters Yuan Jiang are written too fake, even third-rate calligraphers, you should know that Yuan Jiang's calligraphy is quite good! And compared with another original by Yuan Jiang, the signature is obviously different. We have studied this point repeatedly at that time."

The middle-aged man in the suit shook his head, "Under normal circumstances, this is true! But what if someone does it on purpose? Lao Shen, think about it, is it possible that someone deliberately changed the signature of the original, so that people deliberately mislead it?"

Shen Dashan was stunned for a moment, "Do it on purpose? What does this mean?"

After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized, "Boss, are you saying that this painting is the original work of Yuan Jiang, but the signature is fake, and the purpose is to hide the truth?"
Chapter completed!