Chapter 11: The profiteer is in charge

In the endless crowd, Chen Rufeng's clothes are quite conspicuous. Everyone around him is wearing a wide robe and a hat like wrapping a headscarf into a ball, while Chen Rufeng is the only Hanfu full of patches.

Pujina once gave him some Tianzhu clothes to wear, but unfortunately, he felt uncomfortable behind him. He was willing to pudding his torn clothes in the woods and put them on again. He looked extremely old and looked like a beggar.

However, he didn't care much about his image, but Saxde, who walked in front of him, didn't even look back, as if he didn't know Chen Rufeng. Two strangers walked one after another.

Today, Chen Rufeng is finally going to talk about business with Sakde. Chen Rufeng did not have any reluctance in his heart. Instead, he is looking forward to it. After all, Sakude's business is a deal with the Han people. He can't say that he can meet the Han people this trip. In this trip, he may bring the news of the death of all the holiday team back to the Tang Dynasty and seek help. Help.

Under the strange eyes of a group of people, the two walked through the street and finally came to a restaurant.

The restaurant does not have an obvious plaque saying that this is the restaurant. Sack has always been talking about business, and everything is naturally clear. Chen Rufeng looked at the appearance of the restaurant, which was more shabby than any other restaurant he had seen. He didn't say much and stepped up and followed Sack in.

And inside, it is much the same as the restaurant decoration of the Tang Dynasty, but it is simpler, with a strong Tianzhu flavor, and there are not too many people, and people who drink alcohol are rare. Probably most of the people who come here eat instead of drinking.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Chen Rufeng's eyes were immediately attracted by a table.

There are several white scrolls on the table, which occupy a quarter of the space of the table. There are nothing else. There are only two thin hands on it, and a thin businessman who is also dressed in Han clothes. Sitting there, although he looks weak, his eyes are big in a pair of vicissitudes. With a shrewd and deceitful light, when he saw Chen Rufeng, he didn't seem to expect other Han people to appear here, and there was a slight surprise in his eyes.

"Hello." Sakde said bluntly in Chinese, with a cold face as before. He sat opposite the thin businessman. The businessman looked at Chen Rufeng for a long time before moving his eyes back to Sakde's weathered face, smiled dryly and rubbed his fingers back and forth on the table.

"Is this...?" The businessman asked, and Sack didn't even look at Chen Rufeng and said bluntly, "This is my newly hired helper, Chen Rufeng, who came from the Tang Dynasty like you."

The merchant gave a slightly thoughtful o, and his cunning eyes quickly swept the two of them and fell back to the white scrolls on the table, with a deep smile on the corners of his mouth.

Chen Rufeng stared at the Han man in front of him, and an unbelievable feeling hit his heart. He looked like he had bad intentions. If he told the big thing, he might make things worse.

Just as Chen Rufeng secretly hesitated, the businessman coughed a few times and said, "I don't know if you really intend to buy Cao's three famous paintings?"

It turned out that this person's name is Cao Jin, and he is also a sudden member of the characters who often go back and forth between Tianzhu and the Tang Dynasty. He specializes in the calligraphy and painting business of the Tang Dynasty. He has already made several expensive transactions and made a lot of money, which made those business veterans have to treat him. The means are taken another look at.

Sakd glanced at those scrolls of paintings and said coldly, "Can you open them and have a look?"

Cao Jin's eyebrows raised lightly, and of course he looked indifferent. He held a roll of painting in one hand and unfolded the scroll. A pair of ink-pouring scenery presented his eyes. There were mountains, winding blue water coiled in it, and there was an elegant pavilion on the top of the mountain. The charm of the whole painting was long, thick and light was light. The benefits are a first-class masterpiece at a glance.

Chen Rufeng's eyes were also absorbed by the painting, and a sense of déjà vu came to his heart, as if somewhere, this painting had been reflected in his eyes.

Sakde stared intently, and his appreciation ability for this kind of landscape painting with Middle-earth characteristics is also far short. Cao Jin's hands rubbed each other under the table, looking like he couldn't wait. The greed that had been trying to restrain couldn't help overflowing his appearance, like a hungry wolf drooling.

For a long time, Sack's eyebrows frowned deeper and had to look at Chen Rufeng like a request. Seeing his inquiring eyes, Chen Rufeng also leaned over and bent down to look at the painting carefully.

Really familiar...

"Um..." Chen Rufeng hesitated, trying to search for familiar memories in his mind.

"I don't know what this brother has for this painting?" Cao Jin smiled maliciously, "This painting is from the handwriting of our famous Tang Dynasty..."

Then, Cao Jin's speech, with his teeth and tongue, held the painting as if it should only be in the sky. I'm afraid that the confused person has promised to buy the painting for a moment and can't wait for a moment. No wonder he can rise so quickly in this industry. It can almost be said that bitter medicine is also a sweet preserve.

Chen Rufeng did not hear Cao Jin's series of witty words, but has been concentrating on the landscape painting.

My heart lit up!

A place that appears in my mind.

The prime minister's mansion! He saw this painting in the prime minister's mansion, but he didn't know exactly where it was, but he did remember that he had seen this painting!

But at the same time, there is another question in my heart, how could this painting fall into Cao Jin's hands? Li Linfu doesn't seem to be a person who will casually sell or give away things from home to others.

Moreover, in the impression he could recall, in front of the pavilion on the painting, there was a scholar in his clothes and looked happily at the mountain and flowing water, and on Cao Jin's painting, the scholar disappeared without a trace.

Chen Rufeng's eyes were suspicious and shook his head slightly.

"This picture can't be bought. It's fake!" Chen Rufeng said firmly. Cao Jin and Sakde's faces changed. At the same time, they focused on Chen Rufeng. Chen Rufeng raised his head and nodded firmly.

"Don't talk nonsense. What I sell are all real paintings, which are worth a lot of money." Cao Jin's tone cooled down, and the smile that was still hanging on his face had disappeared.

"The real painting should be hung in the prime minister's mansion in Chang'an. I can never be wrong with what I see with my own eyes." Chen Rufeng also replied to him with contemptuous eyes. This kind of profiteer even ran to other people's land to cheat, which really lost the face of the Han people.

Cao Jin's eyes spewed an angry light, like a fragrant prey that had just arrived, and was scared away by Chen Rufeng. He couldn't wait to fry Chen Rufeng's skin and bones.

Saks stood up and looked at his appearance, which had announced the end of the deal.

"Please come back." Sack said coldly, and added a sentence that made Chen Rufeng feel very uncomfortable: "The Chinese and Han people really can't believe it."

Cao Jin's fox-like eyes looked at the two, rolled up the forger, folded it with the other two rolls, patted them, and sneered.

"Please come back? Funny! You all know that I sell fake paintings. Can I still live in the future? I can go back, but I'm afraid you can't go back!" Cao Jin's treacherous and cunning is finally revealed at this moment, and his hatred is relieved.

Chen Rufeng glanced around with the afterglow. Unconsciously, the pub had been cleaned by two big men who came from nowhere. The two big men looked at each other with satisfaction and walked to Cao Jin's sides and hugged their arms. If the size of the two was more than five times that of Cao Jin, Cao Jin would be like one. The grass is sandwiched between the two towering trees.

The upper body of the two Tianzhu men** have multiple braids tied to the sky on the top of their heads. They look like twin brothers. Their faces are extremely fierce, and their fierce appearance is even more frightening when they laugh.

"These two are the threwhirs you invited back, right?" Saxde was not afraid at all. His eyes only stayed on the two tough men for a moment, then took them back and stared straight at Cao Jin.

Cao Jinjian smiled and said, "I thought I couldn't find these people in Tianzhu. I didn't expect that there were still these businesses in the black market. Every time I do business, I will let them lurk around. If there is something wrong, I will let them come forward, so as to ensure that there is no mistake."

"So what exactly do you want to do now?" Chen Rufeng asked directly. Cao Jin's eyes were fierce and murderous. He said harshly, "Today, you are lying here!" Go!"

Cao Jin waved his hands forward, and the two big men shouted loudly, jumped up on the ground, stepped over the table, waved his huge fists and rushed to Chen Rufeng and Sack. Cao Jin seemed to think of something. He quickly picked up the three scrolls of paintings on the table and took a few steps back to avoid affecting the fish in the pond.

Chen Rufeng knew that Sakde was not good at martial arts, so he quickly put him behind him with one hand and blocked his body in front of him. Two huge fists had been pressed like two mountains.

The table in front of him was lifted by Chen Rufeng's lightning-like bullet legs, which suddenly became an obstacle between him and the two men, like a shield. The two huge fists hit each other, and the table broke into sawdust and scattered. The fist slowed down. Chen Rufeng took the opportunity to rise, and his hands were green, quickly closed and then turned his palms forward. False push, a green image like a scattered wave, spread in front of Chen Rufeng, like a wind net to cover the two men.

The two men were not fuel-efficient lamps. They braked their bodies in mid-air and fell sharply, just avoiding Chen Rufeng's strength. The moment their feet landed, the earth seemed to be shaken by it. The table in the restaurant trembled three times and was imposing.

Chen Rufeng walked quickly in the air, and a green shadow flashed among them, shuttled back and forth, accompanied by all kinds of fists and foot skills, hooked up and down. For a while, in the eyes of outsiders, he could only see a green wind dancing between the two men.

But those two Biamen are also excellent, and they are extremely proficient in various blocking skills. Even if Chen Rufeng has been instructed in the Chongwei Martial Arts Museum, his fists and feet are exquisite and changeable, and he has not been able to gain any advantage in their defense of the iron wall.