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Chapter 12 I Want This Painting

“Why so noisy?” A rather majestic voice sounded.

On the second floor, an old man in his fifties to sixties slowly walked downstairs.

“Bos, there are young people who come messing up, I again try to overcome.” The man hurriedly bowed respectfully and replied.

“Come messed up?” The old man's eyes narrowed, “Young man, you're wrong place son.”

"Huh?"

Williamson was a little unhappy.

"You believe the talk right away? Then the way you treat customers, this store will soon be closed."

“Jocelyn, let's go, no need to fear that painting Tang Bohu does not sell.” Williamson pulled Jocelyn's hand and was about to leave.

"Bentar.” The old man stopped Williamson, “You mean, you want to sell Tang Bohu's painting?”

Before Williamson could answer, the maid interjected, "Boss, all the paintings of Tang Bohu have long been in the hands of the word family, but this boy suddenly came to sell the paintings of Tang Bohu? I'm obviously just gonna mess up, or maybe I'm gonna cheat."

The old man's face also became grim.

"Young man, you're young, why take a road like this? You think this place is easy to fool?"

Williamson laughed anxiously, interestingly, his painting has not been issued, but it has been called a fraud.

"Fuck, he's just a fraud."

At this moment, several voices sounded from outside the door.

The one who entered was George followed by Evan and Jolin.

“Williamson, what's that kayak? You want to stay poor, just accept your fate." Jolin's eyes were filled with contempt.

“Oh, it turns out young master George.” When the man saw George enter, he hurriedly bowed and greeted respectfully, his treatment completely different when Williamson came.

"Celyn is also here ya.” George ignored the man and walked towards Jocelyn.

“We are indeed close?” Jocelyn's face also turned cold, so many people accused Williamson of being a fraud, of course he was naturally unhappy.

“Yuk we go aja.” Jocelyn did not want to stay anymore, she immediately walked away holding Williamson's arm.

"Don't rush off." George reached out to stop him, "Don't he come here to sell paintings? Tang Bohu's original work, right? That's awesome, why not just point it out, let us all see, how?

George said cynically.

At this moment, there were already quite a few people watching outside the store, people instantly stirred up upon hearing that Williamson had come here to sell Tang Bohu's original work.

"Oh my God, young people today are so arrogant, aren't they?"

"Hey, if you want to cheat, check the information first dong, all the original works of Tang Bohu is already in the hands of the rich."

"May the young man come here cheekily."

George listened to everyone's discussion and smiled proudly, "Why? Not brave, huh?"

Williamson glanced at George coldly, 'Damn it, like a little lesson in the music practice room yesterday was still not enough.'

"Bakal I show you, but what if it's real?"

"Mahaha ..." George laughed out loud, "Look at him, until it's so serious, it's like the painting he's holding is real."

Everyone was laughing too, obviously, no one believed the painting Williamson brought was an original work.

“Quite the bases, if original how?” Williamson looked at George and said.

"Huh?! If I'm really on your march!"

"Please don't." Williamson hurriedly waved his hand, "If I had a brash child like you, perhaps my ancestors would rise from the grave to nyekik me."

"Haha!" The audience laughed out loud

George's face paled with anger.

"Damn it, if it's real, you pick one of the antiques here, I pay!"

"Okay, besides, I also want to add the bet again, just like yesterday, the three of you have to bark three times, don't run away this time," Williamson said in a joking tone.

"okay! If it's a fake, you have to leave Celyn and crawl out of here like a dog!"

"Agreed!" Williamson flicked his finger and walked towards the long table in the middle of the room with the painting box.

"Did anyone study Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings before? Can you help me identify?" Williamson asked the audience.

"The boss of this place is an expert too, let him check!" Someone shouted.

"Hm." Williamson smiled contemptuously, "I believe the same is the Boss's ability."

“Then it is, please take out the painting.” The boss glanced at Williamson impatiently.

"But" Williamson paused for a moment, "I'm a little hesitant about the Boss' character."

"You!" The boss trembled in anger, "Okay, if the result is fake, I'll get you out of here!"

"Tsk tsk." Williamson ignored him, after swallowing the basic level resurrection pill, was he afraid?

"Can anyone help me identify?" Williamson said to the crowd again

“Let me just.” A voice came from outside the door.

"Wait, isn't he Mr Hans?"

"It's good that Mr. Hans checks, it's not at all possible for a fake work or replica to escape."

"Remain, Mr. Hans' rating is one of the best in the country."

Williamson turned his head, a spirited old man in his seventies walking in, followed by a young man in his thirties.

“It turns out Young Master Ethan is also here.” Just when everyone started praising Mr. Hans, George ran over and came to the young man's side, acting like a sycophant, smiling shyly and greeting respectfully.

“Halo, Young Master George.” Ethan nodded to George gracefully, but George was flattered for a while, and the smile on his face became even more humble.

“Mr Hans, I'm glad you came to visit our store.” As soon as Mr. Hans entered, the Boss humbled his arrogance and took the initiative to greet.

Clearly Mr. Hans' identity is unusual.

Mr. Hans greeted everyone politely, then smiled at Williamson.

"Young man, show me the painting, I myself have little experience in identifying the original work of Tang Bohu."

“Can you introduce yourself first?” Mr. Hans' tone was polite, of course Williamson would also show respect.

"Mr Hans was vice-chairman of the Calligraphy and Painter Association in the country, among Tang Bohu's extant works, three of which were once identified by Mr. Hans." Before Mr. Hans could speak, Ethan who was next to him immediately introduced him to Williamson.

'Ooh! This old man was extraordinary, until he had identified three original paintings of Tang Bohu.' Williamson was relieved.

“Then it is, Mr. Hans, please check.” After speaking, Williamson opened the wooden box, took out a painting, and placed it on a long table with great care.

Everyone was also speechless, sticking their heads out to look at the table.

“Pfft! Hahaha, this is what you call Tang Bohu's original work? It's definitely just an erotic painting.” Evan's laughter sounded first.

"I-this is outrageous."

"Young people today are so vulgar."

Jocelyn also watched in seriousness, she 100% trusted Williamson, convinced Williamson would not deceive others with a fake painting.

But as soon as he saw the contents of the painting, Jocelyn's face flushed red.

“Williamson this outrageous.” Jocelyn's small hand pinched Williamson's arm firmly.

Mr. Hans was not at all bothered by the opinions or the noise of the crowd, he wore glasses, identified carefully, and his close crest, almost his entire face clinging to the painting.

However, to those who were paying attention, Mr. Hans' expression continued to change, becoming increasingly shocked.

After a long time, Mr. Hans slowly straightened his body and removed the glasses.

"Sir Hans, please don't be angry, young people are now so, don't know what's good and bad, always take the wrong path and want to be rich in an instant."

"Metul, just understand, let the boss drive him out."

Everyone seems to be convinced that the painting is a fake.

"Hey Williamson, what else would you say? Get ready to crawl out of here, hahaha ..." George and Evan laughed out loud, Jolin also put a sinister smile on his face.

The boss continued to watch Mr. Hans, as soon as Mr. Hans opened his mouth and declared that the painting was a fake, he would instantly tell people to expel Williamson.

Williamson turned a deaf ear to the opinions of the people, and looked at Mr. Hans with a smile without saying a word.

“Hhhh.” After a long time, Mr. Hans sighed, and everyone became silent.

"Young man, just open the price, I want this painting."

“What?!” The words of Mr. Hans shocked and shocked everyone.

"Mr Hans, you..."

"I told you, I want this painting!"