Being so humiliated by Ye Fan in public, Yang He's face was obviously very ugly.

"Humph, you brat, you said that I regard fakes as genuine and I admit it."

"It's because I'm not good enough and I made a mistake. I will make up for some of Master Shen's losses later."

"But you, don't think that if you see something, we will think highly of you."

"You were clearly just a blind cat who met a dead mouse and just got lucky."

Yang He said disdainfully, still full of contempt for Ye Fan. Especially when Ye Fan looked like he didn't care at this time, Yang He was even more angry.

"Why, you brat, do you really think you are a treasure appraiser?"

"If you are really capable, then pick out another fake among the genuine ones in my store."

"If you can't pick one out, then get out of here."

"This is a high-end place, not a place for a brat like you!" Yang He said coldly.

When Ye Fan heard this, he immediately became happy: "Boss Yang, don't tell me. Although I didn't see any fakes among your so-called genuine ornaments, I did see some fake ones among those miscellaneous objects over there. A treasure."

As he spoke, Ye Fan immediately walked towards the counter in the corner, and finally stopped in front of a painting.

"Hahaha~"

"Bad boy, if you say that it is possible for me to sell treasures from the counters on the left, but these on the right are the stalls I rent out. They are all rags collected by rag collectors. They are placed here purely to occupy them. position."

"You actually said there's a treasure here?"

Yang He laughed when he saw this.

His stall has a total of four counters.

The two counters at the front and back are filled with genuine products from their Babao Pavilion, while the counter on the left is filled with some well-made fakes, as well as some objects of unknown origin that he collected. As for the counter that Ye Fan was looking at, It was something they rented out from Babao Pavilion and sold at some individual stalls.

I don’t necessarily sell a few pieces every few years, they are basically given away as gifts.

But Yang He didn't expect that Ye Fan would actually say that there would be treasures among the pile of scraps?

Ye Fan ignored Yang He's sarcastic laughter, reached out and took down the painting from the counter.

It was an ink-and-ink drawing on paper, and the content of the painting was also very simple. It was a dead tree shaped like antlers, a strange rock shaped like a snail, and a star dwarf bamboo sticking out from behind the strange rock.

The entire composition is also extremely random and rough. It looks good from a distance, but when viewed up close, there are countless flaws and there is no sense of beauty at all.

"Isn't this the treasure you are talking about? This picture of dead wood and strange rocks?" Yang He smiled immediately after seeing the painting in Ye Fan's hand.

"Hahaha~"

"I said you wouldn't know that this painting is signed by Su Dongpo. Do you really think it is Su Dongpo's work?"

Yang He kept talking, the smile on his face suddenly became even bigger, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"Sightless!" Ye Fan was too lazy to pay attention to him and just replied coldly.

"You brat, you are really ignorant!"

"In that case, how about we make a bet?"

"If this word is worth more than ten thousand, I will pay you ten times its value!"

"But if it's not worth anything, you'll pay me one million."

"How about it? Do you dare to bet?"

Yang He sneered.

But Ye Fan looked at him and chuckled: "Compensate me ten times?"

"I'm afraid you can't afford to pay!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me whether you dare to gamble?" Yang He asked coldly.

"Since you insist on betting, then I will gamble with you!" Ye Fan replied.

When Qiu Mucheng heard this, her pretty face suddenly turned pale, and she quickly shouted: "Ye Fan, you are crazy, how can you have a million?"

Susie also secretly thinks Ye Fan is an idiot.

Isn’t this giving people money?

"A poor boy from the countryside, with no money and no power, still wants to imitate other people's gambling?"

"Isn't this intentional to trick Mucheng?"

"What a troublemaker!"

However, Ye Fan has already agreed.

Qiu Mucheng tried to persuade her now, but it was already too late.

"good!"

"In this case, everyone should be a witness."

"When it comes time to save money, someone will refuse to acknowledge it."

"Besides, we agreed in advance that if you lose and can't get the money back, don't blame me for using your house as a mortgage." Yang He said with a sinister smile in his eyes.
Chapter completed!