Qiao Yimo heard that he stepped forward and saw that the man was actually the second uncle who met at Longyue Hotel at that time?

It turns out that he likes antiques so much too!

But I didn't know that this second uncle was afraid of being scammed, so he dared to come to this kind of antique market mixed with real and fake.

When Qiao Yimo glanced at the booth claiming the authenticity of "Master of Water End", he couldn't help but pull a sneer from the corner of his mouth.

What the hell? I don't imitate it a bit... really insulting her name.

When Qiao Yimo looked over, Qiao Qishan's Yu Guang also followed, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo?

Why is she here?

Qiao Yimo squatted and looked at the painting, then at the stall owner, "Boss, where did you get this painting?"

The stall owner took a look at Qiao Yimo and looked at it. He is not someone who can afford the painting, so he perfunctorily said: "Master Shui Mo bought it personally!"

"Oh? That's it!" Qiao Yimo's red lips lightly opened, and a smile came up on his lips.

"Can you buy it?" The stall owner glanced impatiently at the couple in front of him.

Although Ruan Zhu wasn't sure if it was genuine, but if it was genuine, he would have picked up a treasure.

She turned to look at the man, "Husband, let's buy it!"

"This..." Qiao Qishan had obvious hesitation.

Qiao Yimo narrowed his eyes and kindly reminded him, "Second Uncle, if you believe me, don't buy it. This painting is 100% imitation!"

Ruan Zhu heard: "..."

She turned to look at the man, "Husband, she calls you second uncle?"

Qiao Qishan nodded, "She is the daughter that Dong Yan just got back soon."

Hearing that, Ruan Zhu looked at Qiao Yimo carefully, and his appearance looked a lot like Dong Yan. It was this cold temperament, with no similarities.

When the stall owner heard that Qiao Yimo said that he was selling imitation products, he was anxious, "You little girl, what do you say? You are suspected of being framed like this, understand?"

The second uncle looked at Qiao Yimo and said, "Why are you again? Do you have any evidence?"

Qiao Yimo stood on tiptoe, looked around with his head, and said lazily, "It's fake. What evidence is needed."

"Oh, you said that the fake is fake, who believed it? You said, do you want this painting and don't want to be bought by this couple! I want to go with this painting at a low price!"

The stall owner meant that Qiao Yimo was jealous and deliberately prevented them from buying it, and then bought the painting at a low price.

Ruan Zhu panicked when the stall owner said this, "Husband, let's buy it! Don't buy it for others!"

Qiao Yimo sneered as Ruan Zhu whispered, "Stupid!"

"You...!" Qiao Qishan was angry, "Qiao Yimo, why are you so polite? Although you helped me last time, it doesn't mean you can do everything!"

Qiao Qishan's roar immediately attracted the attention of other stall owners and pedestrians.

Ruan Zhu pulled Qiao Qishan's sleeve and said, "Husband, didn't you say that Dong Yan's daughter came from the country? How does she understand this?"

Upon hearing this, the stall owner immediately grasped this important information point, pointed at Qiao Yimo and said viciously, "Everyone commented on me, this little rural girl deliberately tricked me and framed me for selling imitations, but she couldn't get it out. Evidence! You said that you came from the countryside, how could you understand such a thing!"

Suddenly, the scene was in chaos.

"Little girl, it's not easy to do business these years, don't make trouble, just let the stall owner go."

"The key point is that she has no evidence, saying it is a fake. If it can't be sold, will she lose money?"

"Really, you look at her as a student, she doesn't seem to come to the antique market to shop for things, most of them are here to make trouble!"

"Yes, hurry up and don't hinder people from doing business!"

Qiao Qishan glanced at Qiao Yimo speechlessly, and motioned with his eyes to go home quickly, don't be embarrassed here.

"Boss, how much is this painting?" Ruan Zhu asked the stall owner. JrNovels.com