Chapter 142

Tang Qi gave him two slaps: "why did you steal the night pearl? How much did you change? You talk!"

Lao Wang was beaten and his face was red and swollen, but he never answered his questions, just struggling silently. He was pressed there by several people. Everyone forgives Tang Qi's rudeness just now. After all, it's for the national interest. It's hard to say anything.

Tang Qi squatted in front of him and grabbed the bead from his clothes. He immediately felt it in his hand. It was really genuine. Others nodded after reading it: "this is indeed a real pearl of the night."

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

"You dream, traitor. We'll catch you in the bureau!"

"I have a bomb on me. If you dare to keep pressing me, I'll detonate it. Then everyone will die together!"

This sentence worked and everyone stepped back. Lao Wang held a black remote control in his hand and looked at them coldly. He was full of wine, his head was in a mess, and there were red and swollen marks on his face that Tang Qi had beaten. He got up with great effort and tore away his clothes, revealing the black bomb on it. Sure enough, it wasn't a lie. Everyone was scared backwards.

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

The man pointed to Tang Qi and said, "bring me the Pearl of the night, 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!" he said and walked to Lao Wang.

Lao Wang's eyes were flustered, and the remote control in his hand was creaking. He had reached the door and said in a trembling voice, "don't force me. If something happens to me, you'll all be fine. Go to hell with me!"

Tang Qi clenched his teeth and looked at Lao Wang, thinking that if he was really forced to a dead end, he pressed the remote control. Aren't we dying? Let's leave. Anyway, the night pearl has arrived. At this time, the door of the private room opened, and a waiter came in with the bill: "who will settle this account? It's 980 in total!"

As soon as the door opened, it hit Lao Wang's right face. Lao Wang was already swollen by Tang Qi. This time, he bent down with painful tears and scolded with the remote control: "Mary, next door, I'll blow you up!"

Everyone was stunned. Was he really going to do it?

Tang Qi quickly took the opportunity to rush over and pressed his wrist: "help me quickly, or you will all be killed!"

"Yes! Go and beat this bastard!" the people pressed him down with all their hands. Tang Qi grabbed his remote control and threw it aside, relieved. Lao Wang struggled and gasped with a bitter smile: "I'm really finished!"

Qian Lao came to him: "do you have anything difficult to say? You never do such a thing."

"Qian Lao, I know that the taboo in the antique industry is to betray the country. I really have nothing to say. Take me away."

"Why? Tell me something, I can help you." Qian said gently.

"I can't say. In a word, I did it all myself." Lao Wang didn't appreciate it and snorted.

Tang Qi asked them for a long time, but Lao Wang didn't speak. Finally, Qian asked Tang Qi to let him go: "OK, since it didn't come true, we can't take you away. Take care of yourself."

"Qian Lao..." he looked at Qian Lao with emotion. He didn't speak for a long time. Before he left, he turned back and said, "in short, I am a lesson from the past. Please remember, don't trust foreigners and don't be greedy for cheap. You took over my store for me, and I turned myself in." Tang Qi was stunned: "we don't want to investigate your responsibility."

"It's a death for me to stay outside. It's better to go to prison and gnaw on my dens. I'm gone." he left dejected.

Tang Qi wanted to follow up, but he was held by old Qian: "don't go. If Jack Tang's people follow, something will happen."

They all sat on the chair in shock and constantly scolded the man for forgetting righteousness for profit. Only Tang Qi was silent. He always felt that he had unspeakable difficulties. What happened.

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

"Yes! He's not short of money. His business has always been good. I haven't heard of his bad habits. A daughter has become a monk. Her life is very good. What's the matter?" they all wondered.

"Is he in the antique business?"

Qian Lao shook his head: "strictly speaking, he is not. He is engaged in the marginal industry of mounting some paintings. Sometimes he is asked to maintain some paintings handed down by his family, so he has not studied antiques at all, but it's really a distance to call him an expert. I've known him for 20 years. I didn't expect him to do such a thing."

Tang Qi said, "it's strange. Even if Jack Tang knows to change the Pearl, he will find an expert. Why do you want this half bottle of vinegar? Is he quick?"

"Alas, this man is famous for his quick hands and quick eyes and smart action. Otherwise, can he touch it all at once?"

"How did Jack Tang know about it? And who gave him the fake night pearl?" Tang Qi asked curiously.

Everyone couldn't answer. Old Qian said, "Tang Qi, let me take you to his calligraphy and painting shop. If you want to know what happened to him, you still have to investigate."

"Good! I also want to see his shop." Tang Qihuai accompanied Qian Lao to Wang Lao'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. People from suhai often come here. Invitations, wedding invitations, couplets, calligraphy and paintings are all available. Of course, some ancient calligraphy and paintings are sold, but most of them are fakes. People who are artful will not come here to shop.

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

At this time, Qian always pointed to a picture hanging outside a shop and said, "it's a pity to throw such a good picture here. Let's take it away."

It turned out that old Qian didn't mean what he saw. Tang Qi smiled and followed old Qian. There was a dilapidated old painting hanging outside. The paper on it had become withered and yellow. There was a vigorous plum blossom painted on it, dotted and powerful.

Next to these two ancient poems: Mei Xuxun's snow is three-thirds white, but the snow loses Mei's fragrance. 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, Zheng Banqiao, who was famous for painting bamboo.

In the face of this picture, Tang Qi's super power has no response. It should be an imitation fake picture.

Tang Qi approached and touched his finger. Sure enough, he reminded him that the fake works and paintings of the 1970s were worth 350 yuan. Tang Qi glanced at Qian Lao and found that his eyes were dim, as if he remembered something sad. His hands trembled gently and stroked the picture.

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

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

"Oh, let's buy it."

Qian Lao didn't speak. He looked at the picture straight, as if thousands of words poured into his heart.

At this time, the boss came out and said with a smile, "you want this painting? Ouch, you really have an eye! This painting is the authentic work of song Cao in the Qing Dynasty. Look at this handwriting..." balabalabala said a lot of nonsense.

Tang Qi said, "how much do you want?"

"500000! I gave you a discount. You know? There's no shop after this village." the man said excitedly. He regarded Tang Qi and Qian Lao as two mallets. Everyone knows that if the painting is really done, it will be placed at the door in the wind and the sun? But seeing that Tang Qi wanted to buy it, of course, he asked the lion 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, but he saw that there was no damage around, so he hung it outside. After selling it for a few days, it was fake. Of course, he didn't want to buy it. He had to be prepared to throw it away. Who knows that someone came to ask for the price. God helped me!

Old Qian was worried when he asked for 500000. He was just about to say something and was helped aside by Tang Qi.

"Old Qian, I'll come." Tang Qi is good at dealing with such profiteers. He stretched out two fingers and said to the boss, "don't talk about this number. I'll take it away."

"200000?" the boss's heart beat. I really forwarded it today!

"No, twenty dollars. Here you are. It's too much."

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

Tang Qi was too lazy to say anything to him. He took out his wallet, stuffed him with twenty dollars, and then took down the picture.

The boss said helplessly, "well, you're selling and buying."

"Because it's the price. Bye!" Tang Qi carefully rolled up the scroll and helped Qian Lao away.

The boss took twenty yuan and said with a smile, "this is also good. You can buy some boxes of lunch."

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

Qian smiled. "Do you know why I want this thing? Even if it's a fake, I still want it."

"Because Qian always knows the painter, right? You and he are good friends, so you see his things on sale, so you want to buy them."

Old Qian smiled and said, "if he is my friend, a picture is only twenty yuan. I will be very sad for him."

Tang Qi said, "who is that?"

"He is a despicable and shameless villain. He almost destroyed one of my good friends. I can't forget him all my life. If I don't find him, I can't be at ease all my life. I thought I couldn't see him all my life. Who knows that I can still see his paintings today!"

It's not a friend, it's an enemy.