My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 62: Sixty-two, containing Heaven and Earth Chapter 62: Sixty-two, containing Heaven and Earth The boss’s eyes flickered to the counter, scanning its contents, “Alright, since I’m not doing any business today anyway, I’ll take a loss this once, but you can only choose from what’s inside this counter.” Inside the counter were small trinkets like seals, calligraphy brushes, inkstones, and the like, not worth much money. If she could really produce a hundred thousand to buy the painting, let alone choose one, giving her two wouldn’t be a problem.

Song Yan Ning nodded, walked to the counter, and surveyed the items within. Her gaze eventually settled on a calligraphy brush, and she raised her hand to point at it, “I’ll take this brush.”

The boss looked at the calligraphy brush Song Yan Ning was pointing at and felt a secret joy, “Okay!” He had acquired that brush, too. The person who sold it to him had said that the brush and the bronze jade pieces were all dug up from the ground.

Having been in the business for so long, he knew the seller was trying to pull one over on him. Bronze ware was a significant cultural relic; if it were genuine, he wouldn’t dare to collect it. The seller realized he couldn’t be easily deceived, so he sold those items to him at a low price, and everyone was clear about that. The brush had been a throw-in when he bought those items.

“Grandpa, the bank card,” Song Yan Ning said, extending her hand to Yang Lisheng.

Yang Lisheng took out the card and handed it to Song Yan Ning, who then looked at the boss, “Boss, I’ll pay with a card.”

“Okay!” The boss replied with a smile, stepping behind the counter to fetch the card machine. He really hadn’t expected this young girl to make a purchase, and what was even more surprising was that her family agreed to it.

After receiving the money, the boss wrapped up the painting and the calligraphy brush for Song Yan Ning, handing them over with a cheerful grin, “Young lady, make sure you look after your items well, once they leave our shop, there are no returns or exchanges.”

“Got it,” Song Yan Ning replied, slipping the brush into her small bag and carrying the box with the painting out of the antique shop, along with Yang Lisheng and two others.

As they had walked some distance from the antique shop, Wu Tingfeng could no longer contain his curiosity and turned to Song Yan Ning, “Little sister, why did you buy that painting? It’s obviously not authentic.” Even if he didn’t understand art, he could tell the painting wasn’t genuine. Not to mention the chaotic strokes, it lacked even a basic signature, which was a clear sign of a low-quality forgery.

Li Meixiang also looked at Song Yan

painting has

another painting hidden within this one?” Wu Tingfeng asked in surprise. He had heard stories of an old man who bought an ancient painting at Pan Garden, only to discover that hidden within it

Song Yan

Wu Tingfeng, Yang Lisheng, and Li Meixiang all

for a careful look and discovered that the energy seemed to emanate from the middle of the painting, leading her to suspect that

brush authentic too?” Wu Tingfeng asked, looking at the small bag on Song Yan Ning’s back. He really couldn’t fathom how

Ning acknowledged

realizing made him feel much better about his own frustrations. If the antique shop’s boss knew he had sold two authentic pieces for a hundred thousand, he’d probably be green with regret. Should he find some time to go and break the news to the boss? That seemed like a good idea, he

a famous doctor, to treat him. Dr. Xu particularly likes collecting antique vases, so I was planning to buy an antique vase for him. I never expected to end up buying a fake,” Wu Tingfeng

mean the one from Chaoning Hospital?” Yang Lisheng asked. Xu Bowen was his disciple, whose Medical Skill he had

“Yes, Dr. Xu Bowen is highly skilled, only he can cure my father’s illness.” Otherwise, he

have him visit your home, I want to see him,” Yang Lisheng said, sounding somewhat angry. He had passed

Tingfeng said uneasily. What good would

Yang

taking out his phone

through the other

to my house, someone wishes to meet you,” Wu Tingfeng said,