Chapter 467

Zhao Fugui "chuckles" and pinches his fingers. Zheng Xiaofei's face is pale and panic stricken. He looks at Zheng zeru for help. Zheng zeru's face is chilly. Although he has made a bet, he is only ready to fulfill it when he wins. He never wants to fulfill it when he loses.

"Mr. Wang, we are all in the same circle. If you look up, you can't look down. Don't push people too hard!" Zheng zeru still doesn't pay attention to Zhao Fugui until now. He thinks that all this is dominated by Wang Yuanming. Zheng zeru looks at Wang Yuanming and says coldly.

"Mr. Zheng, as a businessman, you should have at least credibility. If you are willing to gamble, you should admit defeat. If you can't afford to lose, don't gamble. Now that you have gambled and lost, you have to do it according to the agreement! " Wang Yuanming said lightly.

"No, Mr. Wang would rather tear his face with Zheng zeru to support this big black man. Who is this big black man?" As soon as Wang Yuanming said this, the rich businessmen and dignitaries in the crowd immediately understood that today, I'm afraid all this is not led by Wang Yuanming, but by this big black man, whose identity is unusual.

"This big black man has extraordinary eyesight and hard hand skills. He is definitely not an ordinary person, but he has never heard of such a person before!"

"I've never heard of such a number one before. I'll hear about it after today. Zheng zeru is also an old rich man. He can't even hold him down. It's not easy! "

"Mr. Zheng, if you don't let your son do it, I'll do it for you." Zhao Fugui's eyes are slightly sharp. Zheng Xiaofei's legs are soft and he almost sits down on the ground. Zhao Fugui can kick a man of 1780 kg. If he slaps himself, he won't need his face.

"Don't do it, don't do it, I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!" Zheng Xiaofei yelled, clenched his teeth and slapped himself twice.

Zheng Xiaofei slapped himself, and the crowd around him immediately burst into laughter. Zheng Xiaofei is also a person who has a higher eye than others in their rich second generation circle. Today, he even slapped himself in front of an unknown person. He lost his face.

Zheng zeru's face changed greatly, staring at Zhao Fugui, his eyes almost spewing fire. If today's story is spread out, the Zheng family and his son will definitely become the laughing stock.

"Boy, my son has slapped me. Don't deceive me too much. It's such a big circle. I want to see you in the future Zheng zeru tone Sen cold threat Zhao Fugui said.

"If you say yes, I will slap you in the face Zhao Fugui disdained to curl his lips and despised Zheng zeru's threat. However, he changed his words and said, "but I still want to give Mr. Zheng's face. Mr. Zheng said that you don't need a fan if you don't slap me. I bought a gold-plated Guanyin statue, and I just need a piece of wrapping paper. Mr. Zheng's broken picture doesn't work anyway, do you think? "

"I haven't paid much attention to a painting of a million yuan. Ten slaps for a painting of a million yuan, one slap for a hundred thousand yuan. My little brother is good at calculating. This painting is my gamble. I'm not the one who can't afford to lose! " Zheng zeru's eyes narrowed slightly. He threw the imitation painting of fujichun jutu to Zhao Fugui and took Zheng Xiaofei away.

Zheng zeru thought that Zhao Fugui wanted to extort a little more money from him, so he threw away fujichun jutu. Anyway, the painting was of no value to him. Today, it was exposed as a fake painting in front of so many people, and it was smashed in his hands. He was sure to pay for the 180 million yuan.

Although Zhang Daqian's imitations are worth a million yuan, they are not enough for Zheng Ze's Tathagata. It's more cost-effective than buying and selling this painting in exchange for Zheng Xiaofei to slap himself a few times less.

"Wait!"

"What else do you want?" Zheng zeru's father and son were stopped by Zhao Fugui again, and they immediately cheered angrily.

"Although this painting is a gamble, I'm afraid Mr. Zheng will not admit that it's mine by then! I'll ask you to be a witness. I bought this painting from President Zheng! " Zhao Fugui took 500 yuan out of his wallet, patted Zheng Xiaofei's face with the money and said, "ah, 500 yuan for your painting, take it!"

Zheng Xiaofei used to beat others in the face with money. This is the first time that he has been beaten in the face with money, and it's only five hundred yuan. But Zheng Xiaofei looks at Zhao Fugui and swallows his saliva. He really dares not to take the money.

"Yes, yes, I'll take the money. I'll sell the painting to you!" Zheng Xiaofei quickly accepted the money, stuffed it into his pocket and said busily. Zheng zeru felt that today's face had been completely thrown to the ground, and without saying a word, he pulled Zheng Xiaofei to walk outside the gymnasium.

"Richness, what do you want this imitation painting for? If you like these calligraphy and paintings, I still have some authentic paintings. Although they are not expensive paintings, they are OK. I'll give you some if you like them! " Wang Yuanming said.

"Brother Wang, it's not that I like this imitation painting, it's that this painting has something else. Although the imitation of Zhang Daqian is fake, this painting is a painting in a painting! " Zhao Fugui said calmly.

Painting in picture is not very common in China, but there are many examples in Europe. A few years ago, someone bought an ordinary work of art painting for thousands of euros, and then found that this painting was actually painting in picture. Under the ordinary scroll, there were Van Gogh's famous paintings. The value of the scroll suddenly rose from thousands of euros to tens of millions of euros or even hundreds of millions of euros, which was more than 10000 times."Picture in picture? No, this painting is a little thick, but it's not too thick. Traditional Chinese painting is not a Western oil painting made of oilcloth. The scroll is not so thick. It's not easy to hide a picture in picture! " A rich businessman said in surprise.

"Although painting in picture is rare, it is not that it has never appeared. This little brother has extraordinary eyesight. Maybe he really has painting in picture!"

Ignoring the comments of the people around him, Zhao Fugui took out a knife and cut Zhang Daqian's imitation painting directly. Then he opened it gently from the edge, and a picture of spring ploughing hidden under the imitation painting was immediately revealed.

"This is master ouzhizi's painting of spring ploughing in Shuiyuan. My God, there is this painting. It is said that it was lost in the Republic of China. Unexpectedly, it was made into a painting by Zhang Daqian!"

"The painting of spring ploughing in Shuiyuan is the last painting of master ouzhizi's life, which is far more valuable than other paintings. If this painting is authentic, its value is immeasurable, immeasurable!"

"It's absolutely authentic. Zhang Daqian's hand-painted picture in picture also needs to protect this painting of spring ploughing. After all, the painting of spring ploughing is authentic. Otherwise, Zhang Daqian would never take great pains to do so!"

"Yes, this painting is full of vitality. It must be the real one. The real one!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I bought an authentic painting of master ouzhizi for 500 yuan, and I'll accept it." Zhao Fugui said lightly.

"Poof!" Zheng zeru, who has already walked to the gate of the gymnasium, looks back at the painting in Zhao Fugui's hand, only to feel a fierce black in front of him, and "poof Yi" spits out a mouthful of blood and falls to the ground.

"Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zheng, call an ambulance, call an ambulance

"Zheng general gas of vomit blood, quickly send to the hospital, quickly ah!" There was chaos at the door. Many rich businessmen shook their heads when they saw the scene. If the Zheng family were not aggressive, how could they get such a situation.