The shopkeeper was sitting on the second floor enjoying his tea when he saw the waiter bringing the customers up. He quickly stood up with a smile.
Not just anyone can go up to the second floor; those who are brought up are generally not ordinary people. So the shopkeeper didn't care that Wang Bin was wearing sportswear and greeted him with a smile.
"Sir, please have a seat and try my treasured Longjing tea!"
"Hmm, thank you! I have a painting by Zheng Banqiao; could you please take a look and give me your opinion?"
"Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and paintings? Ah, Gui, tidy up the table, don't get this gentleman's calligraphy and paintings dirty!"
"Yes, boss!"
The waiter wiped the table thoroughly with a dry cloth before letting Wang Bin take out the calligraphy and painting.
Wang Bin took the calligraphy and paintings out of the box, and the shopkeeper took out a pair of gloves and put them on before carefully examining them.
The shopkeeper examined the calligraphy and painting with great admiration, and only after a few minutes did he ask Wang Bin to put it away.
"Sir, what's your name?"
"My surname is Wang."
"Oh, Mr. Wang, please have some tea first, then we can chat!"
"No need for tea, I just want to know if this calligraphy and painting is genuine?" Wang Bin felt a headache coming on when he heard the shopkeeper's words. It seemed that all antique dealers liked to take their time, fussing over things for a while before getting straight to the point. The shopkeeper had time, but he didn't; he had many other things waiting for him to do.
"After my appraisal, this calligraphy and painting is indeed by Mr. Zheng Banqiao. I wonder if Mr. Wang would sell this calligraphy and painting?"
"Not for sale!"
Wang Bin was relieved to hear that the calligraphy and painting were genuine. If he had given it to his master on his birthday and it had been said to be fake, he would have lost face and his master would not have looked good either.
Now that he heard the calligraphy and paintings were genuine, he no longer wanted to linger and wanted to leave.
Seeing Wang Bin's decisive answer, the shopkeeper was taken aback. He was about to make an offer, but he quickly realized that this might be a ploy by the other party, so he shut his mouth, pretended to be nonchalant, picked up his teacup, and drank.
But Wang Bin put away the calligraphy and painting, said thank you to him, and strode towards the stairwell.
At this point, the shopkeeper was still betting that Wang Bin was playing hard to get, and he was counting down in his mind, 1, 2, 3, then turning around!
"Mr. Wang, wait! I'll offer three million for your calligraphy and painting!"
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