Chapter 1195 Offering a Price
Jiang Cheng wanted to continue to talk, but the old man’s attitude was very firm. While the two sides were pulling, two people walked in from outside the door. The leader was wearing a mandarin gown and holding a cane. , wearing a pair of gold sunglasses, tall and straight, with extraordinary bearing.
After seeing this person, the old man who was entangled by Jiang Cheng seemed to have seen a savior. He hurriedly ran over, "Shopkeeper, you came just in time. Two people came to the store to cause trouble. You have to rush as fast as you can." Don’t leave.”
“We are not making trouble, we are here to sell paintings. Since your store is open, isn’t it just for business?” the fat man argued.
The old gentleman puffed his beard angrily and glared, "You two young men, Song Keli's reputation is now ruined on the street. Are you not sincerely causing trouble for us by selling his paintings?"
Hearing the words Song Keli, the shopkeeper seemed to be interested. He took a step forward and walked towards Jiangcheng and the two people. It must be said that the shopkeeper was much calmer than the old gentleman, but this calmness only lasted for a long time. In a short time, after lowering his head and seeing the painting in front of him, the shopkeeper's expression suddenly changed.
Immediately afterwards, I took off my glasses, bent down, and almost pressed my face against the painting, looking at it inch by inch.
The waiter behind the shopkeeper was very discerning and immediately closed the store door.
The fat man's heart was pounding, thinking that these people were trying to kill people and steal goods in broad daylight.
“Have you seen enough?” Jiang Cheng asked with a smile: “If you like it, make an offer and we’ll talk in detail.”
After a moment, the shopkeeper looked away from the painting, with an indescribable regret on his face, "It is indeed Mr. Song Keli's handiwork, but my eyesight is blind. It's a pity, it's a pity..."
< br>"That's it, little brother, I'll accept this painting." The shopkeeper raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng.
The old gentleman standing aside with his hands hanging down was startled when he heard this and said in a panic: "Shopkeeper, you can see clearly, this is Song Keli's painting. Now outside..."
The shopkeeper waved his hand, interrupting the unpleasant words that followed, and looked straight at Jiang Cheng. He could feel , among the two people who came, it was this young man who really had the final say, "But little brother, don't think too much. I am willing to accept the painting, but the price will definitely not be high. After all, you have also seen what the scene is outside. ."
"The most I can give is this number." The shopkeeper opened his palm and stretched out five fingers.
"I won't sell it." Jiang Cheng quickly refused.
Jiang Cheng’s reaction made the shopkeeper frown, “Little brother, to be honest, if you dare to accept your painting now, you can’t find another one in Shanghai. There is no such store in the village.”
Jiang Cheng pretended to be hesitant.
"How about this, little brother, there are student demonstrations everywhere outside, and it is inconvenient for you to carry the painting. You can leave the painting with me first, and I will keep it for you. As for the price..."< br>
"Thank you, shopkeeper, for your kindness. No need. I'd better go back and think about it again." Jiang Cheng didn't waste any time. He cupped his hands and simply said, "Goodbye."
"I'm sorry to send you away."
The fat man hurriedly put away the painting and followed Jiang Cheng's footsteps.
Watching Fatty Jiangcheng go out, the shopkeeper narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his hand, and the follower came over, "Find two smart people, follow them, and see where they live." The shopkeeper's voice Ice cold.
"It has been arranged." The attendant replied.
At this moment, the old gentleman beside him seemed to have come to his senses. His small eyes suddenly opened, "Shopkeeper, could it be that that painting..."
"Yes." The stern-looking man nodded, "I suspect it is the missing "Ghost Horse Picture". Although I have never seen the original painting, the overall feeling to me is indeed as rumored."
The old gentleman became more and more confused and said in a low voice: "But I have looked at this painting carefully, and the painting is definitely by Song Keli."
"Of course I know that this painting is by Song Keli. Because he copied it, but since it is a copy, the real "Ghost Horse Picture" must be in his hands. "The man looked at the door, "And these two people can get this copy. They have a close relationship with Song Keli. If you follow their path, you might make a big discovery."
"But there are rumors that Song Keli has disappeared and his former home has been abandoned." The old gentleman spoke.
The man sneered, "What if he doesn't go out and hide for a while after doing something like that? I don't think it can be done now. He has been protected by the Japanese people. They say they are protected, but in fact... Haha, It’s surveillance.”
"The shopkeeper." The old gentleman asked with some vigilance: "You mean, the two people just now... can have a relationship with Japanese people?"
"It's possible." The man replied.
“Shopkeeper, why do we worry about this?” The waiter pouted indifferently, “We are businessmen, and we do not do business with anyone, whether it is an Asian or a Westerner with yellow hair and blue eyes. People, what’s the difference? We’ll do business with whoever gives us more money. , This is a rule handed down from our ancestors."
"That's a rule passed down from your ancestors, don't take me with you." The shopkeeper frowned, "A man can do something but not do anything. He would rather be a peace dog. , If you don’t live in troubled times, you don’t understand this?”
The follower was stunned for a moment.
"I don't care where this "Ghost Horse" ends up, and I don't have that much appetite for it, but the bottom line is that it must stay on our land and must not be taken away by foreigners." The shopkeeper's words were resounding.
“Down with the traitor!”
“Song Keli was a teacher in vain, it is a shame for a scholar!”
“Traitor your friends for glory, you will not die a good death!”
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The parade came again, whirring past the door, and the crowds were like a sea. Each shout was louder than the other. The old gentleman took a step forward and went to close the door tremblingly. He was scolded by the shopkeeper, "You What are you doing by closing the door?"
"I..." The old man's cloudy eyes blinked. He didn't know why. It was just a subconscious move.
"Listen to them shouting, let them shout, if there are more people like this, maybe... it will really be different." The man stood with his hands behind his back, facing the sea of people.
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"Doctor, why don't you ask anymore? I feel that the shopkeeper is very interested in this painting." The fat man said as he walked.
"Well, I can see it too. He must know something." Jiang Cheng quickly replied: "There's no rush. Let's hang him up and chill him overnight. We'll come back tomorrow. Mainly, we don't have enough time today."
The fat man understood what Jiang Cheng meant, and the two of them hurried towards the back door of the teahouse. From the back door to the front door, they happened to bump into an Asian man dressed as a coachman standing not far behind the door, stretching his neck and looking in.
The moment he saw Fatty Jiang Cheng appear, before he could turn around and slip away, Jiang Cheng waved and stopped him, "Not bad, you are quite sensible. You know how to wait for me to come out." (This chapter) End)