C8 Suspicion

Lee Ling splashed the remaining water in the cup onto the street. He watched Yang Bo's back as he left, puzzled. How could Yang Bo be together with the person who came to sell antiques?

When he returned to the shop, Jia Huairen looked at Lee Ling's thoughtful expression and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Who were you talking to just now?"

"Oh, it's Yang Bo." Lee Ling explained. He could not help but add, "Uncle, don't you think it's strange? I actually saw Yang Bo chatting with the scammer who just walked out of our shop!"

Jia Huairen laughed and said, "What's so strange about that?"

After saying that, Jia Huairen's expression suddenly changed and he said in shock, "What did you say just now? Yang Bo, is it the Yang Bo from the Gu De House? He is actually with that scammer? "

Lee Ling's heart also skipped a beat. "It's the Gu De House's Yang Bo. They are talking!"

Jia Huairen's face was solemn as he said hatefully, "Good Grandet Guo, you lied to me! You have gone too far! Does he really think that he can trick me with such a loophole?"

"Humph! Grandet Guo, oh Grandet Guo, I must skin him alive!" Jia Huairen muttered to himself and then did not say anything else. He turned to Lee Ling and said, "Don't tell Yang Bo about this matter again. You should stay away from him in the future. Don't let him know that you have been sold!"

Lee Ling also thought of this. He thought that his uncle might be deceived by Yang Bo and his boss. He was filled with anger, and he thought that he had always treated you as a brother!

Yang Bo naturally did not know about these things. He brought the middle-aged man to the bank and signed the transfer contract. After that, he transferred 50,000 yuan to the other party. This transaction was considered a success.

Yang Bo felt relaxed as he sat in the bank's service hall with the red long box in his hand. He felt heavy pressure. The 50,000 yuan that he had just received was gone in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, he did not call his family. The brocade box in his hand made him feel at ease again. He just hoped that this painting could bring him good luck!

He had already obtained the ancient painting. The next thing to do was to make a move. The Gu Dao House and the Boyu House were the first things to be eliminated. There were still quite a few antique shops nearby, but there were not many that were trustworthy. At dawn, he followed Vice Curator Qu to the Boyu House and was almost tricked by Jia Huairen and his two old fellows. Even a familiar person was like this, let alone those people who ate people without spitting out their bones!

After thinking for a while, Yang Bo decided to go to the shop that sold the Fish Basket Bottle at dawn to try it out. After all, he had established his professional image there. Presumably, Boss Liu would not dare to go overboard.

The three words "Gua Ya Hall" were written in flamboyant words. When Yang Bo walked in, there was no one else in the shop. Boss Liu was sitting in the lobby drinking tea, and the waiter was sleeping on the table.

Seeing Yang Bo walk in, Boss Liu was shocked at first, but then he laughed. Those who could bring business were all Gods of Fortune, "Yo, Yang, you have good stuff in your hands?"

Yang Bo nodded and put down the box, "Take a look first, then we'll talk!"

"Alright!" Boss Liu laughed, and then he instructed the shop assistant, "The tea in the teapot is too diluted, go and make a pot of good tea!"

The shop assistant looked at Yang Bo strangely, not knowing why the boss would look at this young man in a different light.

Yang Bo smiled. It turned out that the rules in every shop were about the same, and there was a division between good tea and good tea.

Although he had accepted Yang Bo's authentic work, Boss Liu obviously did not dare to be careless this time. He opened the box, took out the painting scroll, and laid a layer of cloth on the table. This was how he put the painting scroll on the table and slowly unfolded it. The moment it entered his eyes, a pure and serene Zen Qi rushed to his face, and he couldn't help but praise it.

Yang Bo sat at the side and carefully tasted the tea. When he came over at dawn, he was nervous and restless, so he was not in the mood to taste the tea. Now that he had a plan in his heart, he turned around to look at the furnishings in the shop and had another extraordinary mood.

In the past, Yang Bo had also carefully observed the customers who came to sell antiques. Everyone's status was different, and everyone's performance was also different. When the farmers brought the items, they were mostly nervous, looking around with no focus in their eyes. The shrewd swindlers came in with calmness, and even when they were talking, they were mostly smiling, making it impossible for others to notice. Only the shrewdness of businessmen could not be removed. Finally, there were some collectors. These people had the most temperament, and every time they opened their mouths, they could make Grandet Guo speechless. Of course, that was only a minority.

Previously, Yang Bo had fantasized about his identity as a collector, holding a heavy weapon in his hand. He had a bronze jade painting, and when he opened his mouth, it was not as brilliant as a golden lotus, but it was still admirable. Now that he thought about it, it was a little laughable. If he did not study hard, how could he realize these things?

Thinking about it, Boss Liu had already sat back down. "Yang, you are really efficient. Did you get this ancient painting this afternoon?"

Boss Liu obviously treated Yang Bo as a second-hand seller. Yang Bo smiled and did not deny it. "Hao Can, Shi Jiu, also known as Shi Xi, is one of the four monks of Qing. This painting is stable, complicated, and strict. The scenery does not win in terms of novelty, but it is also deep in the ordinary. The strength of the brush is extraordinary."

Seeing that Yang Bo only talked about the painting and did not talk about anything else, Boss Liu naturally did not want to say anything else. He was secretly curious. He did not know which family had raised such a freak. "Indeed, the monk, Hao Can, is a disciple of Huang Gongwang and Wang Meng. He is also close to Wang Meng. His painting is strict, and his brush technique is strong. He especially likes to use a bald brush to paint, layer after layer of brush strokes. It is thick and heavy, but not sloppy. It is dense and oppressive, and it is good to write about ordinary sceneries. In the ordinary scenery, it is deep."

Yang Bo laughed and drank a small mouthful of tea. The clear soup flowed down his throat, and the fragrance lingered on his tongue.

Boss Liu's face became more serious. "Yang, you should know that this painting is not like the previous Fish Basket Bottle. We don't like to take the wrong path. This street is full of stores, and many of them are famous. Everyone has heard of each other."

At first, Yang Bo did not understand the meaning behind his words. After thinking for a while, he finally understood that the other party suspected him of being a thief!

He did not reveal his identity, which caused the other party to make wild guesses. This made Yang Bo feel very helpless, but he could not reveal his identity. Could he tell the other party that he was just a shop assistant of an antique shop? In this way, would he still be able to treat the other party as an equal? The mysterious feeling that he had created with his hard work would disappear, and he would lose a lot of face. After all, if the other party did not understand his identity, he would not dare to give him a low price!

"Boss Liu, don't worry. I never do anything illegal. The items in my hands are also legitimate. Because the price Boss Liu gave me was reasonable, I came here again and again." Yang Bo explained.

Chapter 12 – The Secrets of the Antique Shop