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The middle-aged man asked me to sit down and then poured me a cup of tea.

I asked him, "Boss, do you know the author of this painting?"

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, "I don't know this. In this way, I will call you immediately later and ask the owner to talk to you in person."

I didn't expect it to be quite troublesome, but this painting is definitely unusual, so I still want to check this matter clearly.

After the middle-aged shop owner made the phone call, he nodded at me, and then returned to the table to continue drawing his own painting. I didn't know how long it would take, so I was bored to drink tea and check my phone.

Suddenly I thought of a situation where the content of this painting was related to the Acropolis of the ancient Shanhuan Kingdom. Most of the people who could see this scene were from the backfighting circle. Moreover, this is the territory of the Tan family. So is the owner of the painting likely a member of the Tan family, and even, it is very likely that he was an insider of the four major families' action twenty years ago. If the person who came was related to the Tan family, wouldn't I fall into the trap? This idea made my heart rise.

But now I left immediately, and I felt a little unwilling to accept it. I thought for a while and felt that if I was safe, I should not tell my true identity when I saw the visitor. Although it is impossible for everyone in the Tan family to know me, it is better to be safer.

About ten minutes later, a tall and thin man walked in. This man was not very thin, but because he was too tall, he looked very thin. I looked conservatively at his height, probably more than 1.95 meters away. When he entered the door, he would subconsciously lower his head.

When the middle-aged man saw him coming in, he hurriedly got up to introduce himself. He pointed to me and said, "A Xi, it's this boss, I'm interested in your desert painting." When I heard the middle-aged man's name as this tall and thin man, I couldn't help but laugh. It was so vivid to call him A Xi.

Axi came over and shook hands with me, "Hello, you're an expert, this painting is absolutely fine!"

As soon as Ah Xi opened her mouth and spoke, I couldn't help but be stunned. He was not speaking Sichuan dialect or Sichuan Mandarin, but full of Beijing movies.

Then I smiled and said, "I heard from your accent, I can stay up to the north and go here to do business?"

When Ah Xi heard that I had a northern accent, she couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled, "Hehe, I didn't expect to meet a fellow villager here. This is really fate. What do you call me?"

My heart was paused, and my mind immediately flew. I didn't plan to tell my real name, and I was going to make a name, but I had a sudden idea and didn't think of it for the right moment. I was anxious in my heart, and suddenly the words Chengyang appeared in my mind, and I immediately said, "My name is Chengyang. Where are you?"

"Zhao Xiwei." Ah Xi said, "Chengyang?" He smiled, "Are you relatives of Jackie Chan?" I waved my hand and wanted to laugh, but suddenly I remembered the source of the name Chengyang. I remembered the coffin under the ancestral home and that tablet, and the name on the tablet was Chengyang.

I thought of myself as a dead person named in a hurry. In addition, I was a little confused when I went out this time, which made me feel a little upset. Is this a bad omen? Thinking of this, my face changed unconsciously.

When Axi saw my reaction, she thought it was my joke that made me uncomfortable, so she quickly explained, "Brother, don't mind, I'm just a joke, a joke!"

I smiled and waved my hand, "It's okay, Boss Zhao."

As soon as Ah Xi heard this, she said to me, "Don't be so polite, just call me Ah Xi just like them."

"Well, okay," I nodded, and then I turned around and pointed to the painting hanging in the window, "Did you paint this painting?"

As soon as Ah Xi heard this, she waved her hands, "I don't have this brain. I bought this painting from an expert for a lot of money."

"Expert?" I was excited when I heard this, "What expert?" I thought I was really a master in the earth rake in the downward circle, but I realized that it was not the case at all.

Axi and I were spitting in vernacular language, "The author of this painting is John Fon, a famous American painter, how about it? Have you heard of it?" Seeing me shook my head, I continued, "Brother Cheng, you may not pay much attention to the current foreign painting circle. John Fon is the hottest Chinese painter at present. It is said that this painting," Axi stood up and pointed, "This painting is taken in the depths of the Egyptian desert, where people are rarely visited, and birds do not shit..."

As soon as I heard this guy was talking nonsense, and then selling it for a high price. This is not an Egyptian desert at all. I absolutely did not read it wrong. This is just trapping us in the city and placing an order to the Huan Guguo Acropolis! Judging from Axi's performance, I think he knows nothing about what is on the picture, so I infer that he should have nothing to do with the Tan family.

I raised my hand and interrupted him, "Axi, you are not righteous. You just said that we are fellow villagers and have fate. Why? Now you are fooling fellow villagers?"

"How could it be?" Axi's face was innocent, "I'm telling the truth!"

I smiled and decided to fool him once. So I said nonsense: "From the perspective of the sun shining on the sand in this picture, it will definitely not be northeastern Africa. From the perspective of astronomical phenomena and terrain, it should be northeastern Xinjiang." In fact, I made up all of these, and I can't see these from the painting, but I know the answer, so the process can be done at will.

Axi was stunned by what I said, then nodded helplessly, "Awesome! This time I met an expert!" Then she walked to the front of the painting, reached out to lift a corner on the back of the painting, and there was a trace of erased. Axi pointed there and said, "Actually, I can't see where the painting was originally painted, but there were three words written here."

"What word?" I asked immediately.

Axi replied: "There are three words Gurban. Generally, oil paintings are said to be from foreign countries and can be sold at a good price. The domestic ones are almost there, so I erased these three words."

I reached out and took the painting off, put it on the table to check it carefully. I didn't pay attention and slowly rubbed it over. Then he lowered his head and asked softly in my ear, "Brother Cheng is a person in the circle, right?"

I looked up at him in surprise, "What are the inside and outside the circle? What do you mean?"

Axi smiled ambiguously, "I have been in this industry for many years, and I have been in the Xianqiao alone for ten years. I have been in Panjiayuan for six or seven years. I have no other skills, so I can see that you are a good person. From your actions, eyes, and words just now, I think you are probably a good person, right?"

After hearing what Ah Xi said, I didn't show any expression on the surface, but I was shocked. This earth move is a name that avoids people's eyes and ears. Because the person who turns down is also called earth rake, the obscure name is the earth move. I didn't expect that I was so careful that I was still seen. This shows that my experience is still not enough.

But since it was seen, it would be boring to hide it any more. But I neither admitted nor denied it, but asked casually: "Have you worked in Panjiayuan?"
Chapter completed!