As he spoke, Boss Zuo looked at Huang Xiaolong with absolute disdain...
'Dammit, you're just a peasant, dreaming of a bargain? Hahaha, such intellect...and it's all wasted on you!'
"Little Long, what's this?" Cui Feiyan asked, turning towards Huang Xiaolong.
"Feiyan, this is an authentic painting, I bought it for $20,000, and I'm going to make lots of money." Huang Xiaolong replied seriously.
"Authentic?" Both Boss Zuo and the junk collector exclaimed in unison.
They both knew the truth...there's no way this is authentic! It's definitely a fake!
"Enough! Stop causing a scene!" Boss Zuo wore a very disgruntled expression. "Young man, you're trying to make me look bad. Do you know that? I'm skilled in the art of appraising ancient calligraphy and paintings. I've been clear in my assessment, but you insist it's authentic... Are you trying to undermine me?"