“Crash!”
As Su Wan poured a cup of warm water onto the calligraphy and painting, the onlookers couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations.
"Boss Su, you..."
"Boss Su, you are too impulsive!"
"What if this calligraphy and painting is not a fake? Wouldn't you be at a huge loss?"
"What a sin! Such a good original painting by Qi Baishi has been destroyed just like that!"
"Little Taoist priest, you'd better pray to God to bless you. If there is nothing wrong with this calligraphy and painting, then you should be prepared to go bankrupt!"
…
Facing the chattering of the crowd, Yang Fan hadn't opened his mouth to speak yet. Instead, Su Wan waved her hand and said, "It's none of his business. I'll take full responsibility for this matter!"
After saying this, Su Wan did not hesitate and started rubbing the calligraphy and painting.
First, she gently rubbed off the surface layer of rice paper, and then rubbed the interlayer of drawing paper vigorously for a while. Not long after, Su Wan's frown relaxed, and even a bright smile appeared on her face!
"Everyone, come and see, is this layer of film glue?" Su Wan smiled and raised her finger.
Under the light, a layer of crystal clear film appeared on her index finger and thumb. We are not blind, so we can naturally tell what it is.
“Wow!”
"Oh my god! It's really glue!"
"This, this, this... is actually a fake?"
"Young man, how do you know that this calligraphy and painting was glued back together?"
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! This young man's eyes are comparable to Sun Wukong's flaming eyes!"
"I really learned a lot today!"
"Huh? Where's Boss Zhao?"
"Oh no! Boss Zhao ran away!"
"Call the police! Catch this damn liar!"
The rapid reversal of the plot made the onlookers feel like they were riding a roller coaster, suddenly dropping from the highest point to the lowest point, and then suddenly rising from the lowest point to the highest point.
When everyone finally calmed down, they found that Zhao Ergou had already fled the scene. It seemed that this guy had left everyone's sight when Su Wan splashed water.
He is indeed a professional liar. He even grasped the opportunity to escape so well. I won’t say anything else. I will quickly call Uncle Police Tea. I must not let this damn liar go!
"Ding! Host Yang Fan has done good deeds and gained 50 merit points."
"Ding! Host Yang Fan leaked the secrets of heaven and changed his fate, increasing his karma points by 25!"
…
Half an hour later.
The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and Tingyuxuan Antique Shop returned to its previous deserted state.
Antique shops are different from other shops. As the saying goes, if you don't open for three years, you can make money for three years after you open. Although this shop is usually deserted, the owner Su Wan makes money no slower than others.
"Mr. Yang, thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, I might have been deceived."
Su Wan poured Yang Fan a cup of tea, then sat down opposite the tea table with a smile on her face. She looked at Yang Fan curiously, with a hint of interest in her eyes.
"Haha, you don't have to be so polite, Boss Su, if you accept people's money and help them get rid of disasters!" Yang Fan flipped his palm slightly, and three ancient bronze coins immediately appeared in his palm.
"Mr. Yang, can I add you as a WeChat friend?" Su Wan suddenly asked.
"Uh..." Yang Fan hesitated and did not agree immediately.
"Mr. Yang, I am also your customer now. Don't you do business with repeat customers?" Su Wan actually blinked playfully.
"Well... okay." Yang Fan thought for a moment, then took out his cell phone.
"Mr. Yang, give me your phone so I can scan your WeChat QR code."
"Oh well."
…
Su Wan took Yang Fan's mobile phone and operated it for several minutes. Finally, she handed the phone back to Yang Fan with a mysterious look on her face.
Seeing Su Wan showing this strange expression, Yang Fan had an idea and quickly opened his WeChat account. However, when he saw an extra string of numbers in the account, he was immediately stunned.
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand...
1 million?
After adding Yang Fan as a friend, Su Wan actually transferred 1 million yuan directly to Yang Fan’s WeChat account, which scared Yang Fan!
"Boss Su, what are you doing?" Yang Fan pointed at his mobile phone with a helpless expression on his face.
"This is the reward I pay you." Su Wan replied with a smile.
"But haven't you already paid for the divination?" Yang Fan pointed to the three ancient bronze coins in his palm.
"These three ancient bronze coins are the money you paid for my fortune telling... and this one million is your reward for helping me eliminate disasters and solve problems!" Su Wan explained seriously.
"But... you don't have to give so much." Yang Fan was speechless.
"Mr. Yang, you've saved me 50 million in losses this time! Compared to 50 million, this 1 million is nothing, what do you think?"
“…”
Yang Fan didn't bother to be polite to Su Wan anymore. Just as Su Wan said, compared with the loss of 50 million and the reward of 1 million, the latter was simply insignificant.
In addition, Yang Fan was short of money recently, and Su Wan was not someone who needed the 1 million, so he accepted the reward generously.
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