Mr. Du laughed and said, "When have you ever seen me buy fake goods?"

Su Jianwei looked at the box in his hand, which he changed from holding with one hand to holding with both hands.

"Is this true?"

As Mr. Du walked forward with Su Jianwei, he said, "I'll explain it to you when we get back."

Su Jianwei nodded. This was indeed not the place to talk.

Mr. Du did not leave after buying the Qianlong revolving vase. Instead, he walked around and bought what he liked.

When Mr. Du was shopping, Su Jianwei followed him all the time.

Su Jianwei was unfamiliar with the place and had no intention of going around alone.

When they came across a stall owned by a young vendor, Mr. Du took Su Jianwei over and looked at a painting on the stall.

The picture is slightly yellow, and it shows five ladies playing under a tree. There are four big characters "Wujun Tang Yin" written in the upper left corner.

"Old man, how about my painting of Tang Bohu and his ladies?"

The stall owner didn't take Su Jianwei, who was following behind Mr. Du, seriously at all.

Yes, Su Jianwei and the bodyguards around her looked too much like Mr. Du's followers, especially Su Jianwei who was holding the package of Qianlong's rotating heart bottle in her hand.

Mr. Du glanced at it and said with a smile, "If it's true, then it's really good."

The stall owner's smile froze, "You are an expert!"

He gave Mr. Du a thumbs-up, then looked at the painting of a lady he had copied countless times, "I thought my skills had improved."

In front of the expert, the stall owner stopped pretending and directly said that the painting was drawn by himself. After all, sometimes many people would be impressed by his counterfeiting and copying skills and ask him for help.

Life is too difficult to give up any opportunity to make money.

When Mr. Du heard that the stall owner had painted the painting of a lady, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You painted it?"

The stall owner said with a hint of pride, "How's it going, old man?"

“Good craftsmanship.”

"That's right. I started painting at the age of seven. By the time I was twelve, my skills were comparable to those of street vendors. At fifteen, I was well-known in our area. At eighteen, I was admitted to university with this skill. I worked in the museum's restoration room for five years before I went out on my own!"

Old Master Du looked at the smug stall owner, then at the painting of the lady. "Although the lighting isn't good right now, you can still tell the painting is deliberately aged," he said. "You have a good grasp of color and are very particular about the layers. However, the coloring is a bit bright, and that brightness also reveals a touch of vulgarity."

Su Jianwei clearly felt that when Mr. Du said the word "vulgar", the stall owner's face was no longer very good.

But Mr. Du had not finished speaking yet.

"The facial lines of these five ladies are extremely detailed, and it would be impossible to do that without more than ten years of practice." This statement just confirmed the stall owner's previous boast.

"but."

The stall owner pursed his lips tightly. The look he gave Mr. Du reminded Su Jianwei of how his students felt when they saw him as a professor back in school.

"The strength of this line is not enough. The lines of a lady require iron wire and gossamer. You still need to practice your brushwork."

The stall owner gave Mr. Du a thumbs up again.

Mr. Du looked at the stall owner, who no longer had the complacency he had before, and said, "I've made more fakes than you've ever eaten."

So, it’s better not to show off in front of him.

"Young man, although the scroll is real, you still have to pay attention to the painting." Old Master Du pointed to the painting in front of him and said, "It's too easy to be exposed if you meet a real expert."

"Old man, I'm convinced. Since you are a senior, can you..."

While the two were talking, Su Jianwei supported the imitation scroll with his hand. This scroll was indeed real, just as Mr. Du said.

Seeing that Su Jianwei was curious and Mr. Du did not stop him, the stall owner picked it up and showed it to Su Jianwei in detail, and by the way told Mr. Du about the doubts he had during the creative process.

When the stall owner was telling Mr. Du about his hard work in copying, Su Jianwei's hand touched the scroll at the bottom.

That strange feeling came again. The painting was fake, but the scroll was real. There seemed to be something in the scroll, but the stall owner didn't know about it. Judging from Mr. Du's attitude, it seemed that he didn't see the secret of the scroll either.

"Is this your apprentice?"

The stall owner saw Su Jianwei looking at the painting he was copying, as if he was learning, so he asked this question.

Mr. Du shook his head and said, "She's my granddaughter."

The stall owner looked at Su Jianwei in surprise and said, "This girl behaves so freely and doesn't look like an assistant at all. It turns out she is my granddaughter."

Su Jianwei ignored the stall owner's expression and said, "Stall owner, is this painting for sale?"

“This is what I copied.”

The stall owner looked at Su Jianwei strangely. She already knew that this was a replica, so why would she want to buy it?

"I know." Su Jian smiled and said, "My grandfather rarely praises someone like this, so I want to learn from him."

The stall owner smiled and said, "Okay!"

Few people would bid to buy it after knowing that it was a replica. Su Jianwei's words were a recognition of her own craftsmanship, and from what she meant, although the old man pointed out her shortcomings, this was usually considered a compliment to the old man.

"Although the painting is a replica, I also spent a lot of effort on it. And this scroll is real. Five thousand yuan is not expensive."

The stall owner waited for Su Jianwei to bargain, but Su Jianwei just said, "Okay."

Su Jianwei agreed so readily that the stall owner subconsciously glanced at the old man.

Although this scroll is authentic, to be honest, not all authentic ones are valuable.

The stall owner looked at Mr. Du's expression and wondered if he would feel that he was cheating his younger generation.

Mr. Du did not make any comments on Su Jianwei's purchase. In his opinion, no matter what it is, as long as the buyer thinks it is worth it, it is worth buying.

"Then please help me wrap it up." Su Jianwei carefully rolled up the painting and handed it to the stall owner.

The stall owner took the scroll and said to Su Jianwei, "I can leave you a phone number. If you have any questions, you can contact me."

In fact, the stall owner said this because he wanted to establish a bridge of communication with the old man. After all, the old man was obviously an expert in this field, and judging from his accent, he was from the capital. If they had a good relationship, maybe he would have the opportunity to live in the capital in the future.

Su Jianwei had no objection and said "OK" with a smile.

After leaving his contact information and paying the money, Su Jianwei picked up the only thing he bought at the Ghost Market and followed Mr. Du to the outskirts of the Ghost Market.

After wandering around the ghost market for nearly three hours, the dark sky began to gradually turn blue, and Su Jianwei and his group returned to the hotel with the items they were satisfied with.