Chapter 142

Tang Qi slapped him: "why do you want to steal this night pearl? How much money have you changed? Talk to me

Lao Wang's face was red and swollen when he was beaten, but he didn't answer his questions all the time. He just struggled silently. He was crushed there by several people. Everyone forgives Tang Qi for his rudeness just now. After all, it's for the sake of the national interest, and it's hard to say anything.

Tang Qi squatted in front of him and grabbed the bead from his clothes. He immediately felt it on his hand. It was the real thing. Others nodded their heads and said, "this is a real night pearl."

And Lao Wang kept shouting, "let me go! Get out of the way, all of you

"You dream, traitor. We'll take you to the bureau now! "

"I have a bomb on me. If you dare to hold me down, I'll detonate it. At that time, everyone will die together!" This sentence worked and everyone stepped back. Lao Wang is holding a black remote control in his hand, looking at them coldly. He is covered with wine, his head is in a mess, and his face is red and swollen. He stood up and pulled open his clothes, revealing the black bomb on his face, which was not a lie. Everyone was scared back and forth.

"You're crazy, aren't you? Calm down Qian said seriously.

The man pointed to Tang Qi and said, "bring me that night pearl, or I'll blow you up!"

Tang Qi said with a smile, "who are you scaring? Will I be afraid of you? If you have the ability, just press the remote control, and everyone will die with you. Come on As he spoke, he went to Lao Wang.

Lao Wang's eyes were flustered, and the remote control in his hand was creaking. He already stood on the door and said in a trembling voice, "don't force me. If something happens to me, you'll all be OK. Go to hell with me Tang Qi gnaws his teeth and looks at Lao Wang, thinking that if the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, he will press the remote control. Aren't we going to die? Let's leave. Anyway, the night pearl has arrived. Just at this time, the door of the private room opened, and a waiter came in with the bill: "who will settle the bill? It's nine hundred and eight!"

As soon as the gate opened, it hit Lao Wang's right face. Lao Wang had been beaten and swollen by Tang Qi, and now he bent down with tears of pain. Holding the remote control, he scolded: "next door to Mary, I'll blow you up!"

Everyone was stunned. Did he really want to do it?

Tang Qi rushed to take advantage of the opportunity and pressed his wrist: "help me quickly! Or you'll all be killed! "

"Yes! Go and beat the bastard All hands and feet hold him down. Tang Qi grabs his remote control and throws it aside. He is relieved. Lao Wang struggled, gasped and grinned three times: "I'm really finished!"

Old Qian came to him and said, "do you have something to hide? You never do such a thing."

"Mr. Qian, I know that the taboo in the antique world is to betray the country. I really have nothing to say. You catch me and go."

"Why? Tell me what's going on, and I can help you. " Qian said gently.

"I can't say. Anyway, it's all my fault." Lao Wang didn't appreciate it and snorted.

Tang Qi asked them for a long time, but Lao Wang didn't speak. At last, Qian Lao let Tang Qi let him go: "OK, since it's not true, we can't take you away. Take care of yourself. " "Old Qian..." He was moved to look at Mr. Qian. He didn't speak for a long time. Before he left, he turned back and said, "in a word, I'm a lesson from the past. Please remember, don't trust foreigners, and don't be greedy for bargains. You've taken over my shop for me, and I'll turn myself in." Tang qiyileng: "we didn't

have to hold you responsible."

"I'm a dead man when I stay outside. It's better to be safe in prison. I'm gone." He left dejected.

Tang Qi wants to keep up with him, but he is held back by Qian: "don't go. If Jack Tang's people follow, something will happen."

All of them sat on the chair in shock, and constantly scolded how this man was selfish. Only Tang Qi was silent. He always felt that he had unspeakable difficulties. What happened.

"I didn't expect that he would do such a thing when he was so old!"

"Yes! He is not short of money. His business is always good. I haven't heard that he has any bad habits. One of his daughters has become a monk. She's living a good life. What's the matter? " All the people were puzzled.

"Is he in the antique business?" Mr. Qian shook his head: "strictly speaking, he is not. He is engaged in the marginal industry of mounting some paintings, because sometimes people ask him to help maintain some of his family's paintings, so there is no research on antiques, but it's a long way to call him an expert.

I've known him for 20 years, and I didn't expect him to do such a thing Come on

Tang Qi said: "this is strange. Even if Jack Tang knows that he wants a good man to replace the Pearl, he will find a master. Why do he want this half bottle of vinegar? Is his means quick? ""Alas, this man is famous for his quick hand and quick action. Otherwise, can he feel it all at once?"

"How did Jack don know about it? And who gave him that fake night pearl? " Tang Qi asks curiously.

Everyone couldn't answer. Mr. Qian said, "Tang Qi, I'll take you to his calligraphy and painting shop. If you want to know what happened to him, you have to investigate." "Good! I want to see his shop, too. " Tang Qihuai accompanied Mr. Qian to Mr. Wang's calligraphy and painting shop with the night pearl. His shop is located on a calligraphy and painting street. Most of the shops here are related to paper. Su Hai people often come here. There are all kinds of invitation cards, wedding cards and couplets. Of course, there are also some ancient Chinese characters and paintings, but most of them are fakes. People with refined manners will not come here to shop.

When Tang Qi came here for the first time, he only saw that every house was decorated with antique colors. There were some banners or guises hanging outside to find customers. It was quite interesting. At the same time, it is also a place that foreigners often come to visit.

At this time, Qian pointed to a painting hanging outside a shop and said, "it's a pity that such a good painting is left here. Let's take it away. "

It turns out that Qian didn't mean what he saw. Tang Qi smiles and follows him. There is a dilapidated old painting hanging outside. The paper on it has turned yellow. There is a strong plum blossom on it.

Beside write these two ancient poems: Mei Xuxun snow three white, snow but lose Mei a sweet. The signature is song Cao.

Song Cao was a famous calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty. Although he was not very famous among the common people, his apprentice was a household name. That was Zheng Banqiao, who was famous for his bamboo painting.

In the face of this picture, Tang Qi's super power did not have any reaction, it should be imitated fake painting. When Tang Qi came near and touched his finger, he was reminded that the value of the fake works and paintings in the 1970s was 350 yuan. Tang Qi takes a look at Qian Lao and finds that his eyes are dim. He seems to think of something sad. His hand is shaking gently and touching the scroll

.

Tang Qi looked at old Qian curiously and whispered: "old Qian, this painting is fake..."

"I know, but this painting is very important to me." Old Qian said.

"Well, let's buy it."

Old Qian didn't speak. He looked at Zhang Hua straightly, as if there were thousands of words pouring into his heart.

Then the boss came out and said with a smile, "do you want this painting? Oh, you've got eyes! This painting is the original work of song Cao in the Qing Dynasty. Look at the handwriting... " Balabala said a lot of nonsense.

"How much do you want?" Tang said "Half a million! I've given you all the discounts, you know? After this village, there is no such shop. " The man said excitedly. He took Tang Qi and Qian Lao as two hammers. Everyone knew that if they were real paintings, would they be placed at the door at will? However, seeing that Tang Qi wanted to buy it,

of course, the lion had to open his mouth. He found this painting at the bottom of the box a few days ago, and it was almost torn by his wife. However, he saw that there was no damage around, so he hung it outside. After selling it for a few days, people saw it as a fake. Of course, they didn't want to buy it. He had to prepare to throw it away. Who knows, someone came to inquire about the price. God helps me!

As soon as Mr. Qian heard that he asked for 500000 yuan, he was worried. As soon as he was about to say something, he was helped to one side by Tang Qi.

"I'll come, old Qian." Tang Qi has the ability to deal with such unscrupulous businessmen. He stretched out two fingers and said to his boss, "don't talk about this number. I'm going to take it away. "

"Two hundred thousand?" The boss's heart is beating. I've really forwarded it today!

"No, twenty. It's too much for you. "

The boss's face suddenly collapsed: "Hey, are you kidding me? This is the real work of song Cao. If you say that..."

Tang Qi was too lazy to talk to him. He took out his wallet and gave him twenty yuan. Then he took down the picture.

The boss said helplessly: "well, you sell and buy this by force."

"Because that's the price. Goodbye Tang Qi carefully rolled up the scroll and helped Qian Lao go.

The boss took 20 yuan and said with a smile, "that's not bad. You can buy some boxed meals."

Tang Qi gave the painting to Qian: "Qian Lao, keep it."

Old Qian laughed: "do you know why I want to get this thing? Even if it's a fake, I still want it. "

"Because Qian always knew the painter, didn't he? You and he are very good friends, so you see his things on sale, so you want to buy them

Mr. Qian said with a smile, "if he is my friend, a painting costs only 20 yuan. I will be very sad for him."

"Who is that?" Tang said "He is a mean and shameless villain. He almost ruined one of my best friends' families. I can't forget him all my life. If I don't find him out, I can't feel at ease all my life. I thought I would never see it in my life. Who knows that I can still see his paintings today!”It turned out that he was not a friend, but an enemy.