Su Qinghe, He Lin, and the others had no intention of discussing Ye Xiu, and all their attention was focused on those antiques.

Ye Xiu finally understood why Su Qinghe and He Lin made an appointment here. This teahouse was actually a small antique trading place. Many merchants who came to the antique market to sell antiques would come here directly to sell goods.

"Xiaohe, what do you think of this?" Su Qinghe wanted to make his son-in-law show more presence in front of Mr. Liang. After looking around, he asked Ye Xiu.

"Overall!" Ye Xiu smiled faintly.

These antiques are indeed antiques, but they are not old and have average workmanship. The highest value is only hundreds of thousands, which is naturally average in his eyes.

But Mr. Liang, He Lin and others frowned. This kid was so angry.

The bosses brought by those President Zhang were even more dissatisfied.

"Boss, I heard that antiques are being collected here?" But before they could make a mockery, another shout came from outside the door.

The boss lady who was still charming quickly met her and smiled and said, "Yes, do you have something good here?"

"Yes, I need money urgently and want to sell a genuine copy of Wang Shusheng..." The man in ordinary clothes looked anxious.

When he heard the three words Wang Shusheng, Liang Xingyuan, Su Qinghe, He Lin, and President Zhang, his eyes lit up at the same time...

"Xiaoyou, let him come over!" Liang Xingyuan even spoke directly.

The proprietress quickly came over with the businessman who was going to sell the authentic works of Wang Shusheng.

"Do you really have the original works of Wang Shusheng?" Liang Xingyuan asked directly.

"There is..." the businessman looked confident.

"Can you take it out and take a look..." Liang Xingyuan became interested.

The businessman looked left and then, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch the treasure from his body. After confirming that no gangster was present, he took out a roll of paper from his bag, but did not hand it to Liang Xingyuan, but opened it carefully himself.

That look made everyone feel frightened. Could it be that it is really the original work of Wang Shusheng? Otherwise, the businessman would not have been so careful.

Only Ye Xiu was secretly funny. This guy was obviously an acting guy.

The swaying eyes had long been betrayed his inner treacherousness.

I guess this thing must be fake, but this guy is afraid he doesn't know that there is a president of the antique association here. It is impossible to cheat money from them.

In a moment, the profiteer had already opened the paper roll and carefully handed it to everyone.

Everyone's eyes fell on the scroll of paper and looked at it seriously, but Ye Xiu's eyes fell on the scrolls at both ends of the scroll of paper and gradually lit up.

"How is it?" After admiring for a moment, Liang Xingyuan looked at President Zhang.

"It is indeed an antique, but it is not the original work of Wang Shusheng..." President Zhang pondered for a moment and said with a smile.

Liang Xingyuan, Su Qinghe, He Lin and others all nodded. They also had similar feelings, but they were not as sure as President Zhang.

"Since it is an antique, why is it not an original?" The businessman stopped doing it and said with a look of grief and anger.

"This should be the handwriting of Wang Shusheng copied by people from the ancient Song Dynasty. The brushwork is very good, but unfortunately it has its shape but no spirit, so it is of little value..." President Zhang ignored the aggrieved by the merchant and shook his head with a smile.

"Impossible, this is definitely..."

"I said brother, you may not know this yet. This is President Zhang of our Nanhe Antiques Association. Do you think he would admit his mistake with his eyesight and identity?" The businessman wanted to defend himself, and Lao Zhao and others on the side were already laughing.

The businessman's face changed suddenly, and he sold fake goods to the eyes of real experts.
Chapter completed!