Villain: My enemy gets double the wish I make

"The real thin gold calligraphy of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty!"

This copybook is so easy to recognize!

Because this copybook is almost exactly the same as the previous fake copybook.

However, the words in this copybook are more beautiful, more elegant, more agile, and more neat.

Take a look, Just know which one is true and which one is false

"Unexpectedly, the real copybook was hidden among the fake copybooks, and it stayed hidden for hundreds of years!"

"It’s really amazing. I admire the wisdom of the ancients!"

"So, this copybook is very valuable?"

"Of course, the real Song Weizong Slim Gold Body, how valuable do you think it is?"

……

Everyone was in shock and excitement.

But two people were dumbfounded!

That is the original owner of this copybook

"There really is a painting within the painting!"

"And it’s a real painting!"

……

Mr. Sun looked at it for a while, and then said in a trembling voice:"This is an authentic work, this is definitely an authentic work! Only the real Song Weizong can write fonts that are agile, fast, thin, and graceful!""

"Moreover, this font is very mature and was definitely written in his later years!"

In addition, this copybook is in such good condition and has not experienced wind, frost, snow and rain, as if it had just been written on it, so the value is even higher!"

"This copybook is of immeasurable value! Fatty Wang said with a trembling voice:"Mr. Sun, you said its value is immeasurable... But any calligraphy and painting should have a price. How much do you think this copybook is worth?""

"You are an industry insider yourself, so you can estimate the price yourself!

Fatty Wang raised a finger tremblingly:"One hundred million!""

"One hundred million? Mr. Sun clicked his tongue and shook his head:"Too low!" Previously at Souby Auction House, a thin gold calligraphy calligraphy by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty was sold for a sky-high price of 250 million!"

"I saw that copybook. It was an early work by Huizong of the Song Dynasty. His writing skills were not yet mature enough! Moreover, the copybook has some damage, and the price has dropped a bit! Just this, it was sold for a sky-high price of 250 million!"

"Our copybook is a late work by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. His writing skills are very mature and self-contained! Moreover, our copybook is larger than his copybook, and it is still in such good condition. How much do you think it is worth?"

Fat Wang's feet were soft and he fell down with a plop.

Angkor was also a little dizzy, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

The previous copybook of Song Huizong sold 250 million!

Then their preserved one is more complete , and they are calligraphy stickers of Song Huizong's later works, wouldn't they be more valuable? Just like this... they sold the copybook worth more than 200 million for 3 million at a low price?

The more they thought about it, the more they felt guilty!

Their faces turned pale..

But at this time, no one noticed these two people.

Everyone was focused on this copybook

"I really like this copybook! Every word is art, every stroke is so perfect and natural! Only Song Weizong could write such a beautiful thin gold style! Mr. Sun was generous with his praise.

Then he raised his head and said expectantly:"Young man, I really like this copybook!" Do you want to sell it? I’ll pay 250 million!"

Fat Wang, who had just stood up, fell down again with a plop.

Lin Beifan shook his head.

Mr. Sun frowned:"250 million is indeed a bit low. I am completely sorry for this copybook! Let's do this, I'll give you 300 million, I hope you can give me some face!"

Fat Wang, who had just stood up, slipped again.

Lin Beifan still shook his head.

Mr. Sun said again:"Then I will pay 320 million, okay?"

Fat Wang was weak again.

Lin Beifan still shook his head.

"350 million!"

Fat Wang's feet have no strength.

He can only put his hands on the table to maintain his body balance."

"Young man, just give me a price. How much will it cost to give me this font? As long as the price is not excessive, I can consider it at my discretion!" Mr. Sun said eagerly.

Fatty Wang's hands became weak and he fell down again.

And Angkor's whole body was numb!

My heart was numb, and my body was numb!

I actually gave away a font worth 350 million yuan. ?

In the midst of Mr. Sun’s expectations, Lin Beifan shook his head:"Mr. Sun, this is not about money! But I also like this copybook very much, and I don’t plan to sell it. I want to keep it myself!"

If he had just started his career, he might have sold this copybook for the hundreds of millions.

However, he is no longer short of money.

In this way, he does not need to give away good things to others.

Give this copybook away Keeping the calligraphy and painting in your hands, you can also pretend to be a cultural person!

By the way, you can make a certain protagonist angry, hehe!

Mr. Sun asked again:"Are you really not selling it?

Lin Beifan shook his head:"I won't sell it!" Mr.

Sun was very disappointed:"Okay, a gentleman will not take what others like, but I hope you will let me appreciate it for a while longer!""

"sure!"

Then, Lin Beifan turned around and excitedly hugged Angkor, who looked numb.

"Brother Wu, thank you for helping me choose such a valuable copybook!"

"I didn't even expect that I only spent 3 million to buy back the authentic Slim Gold Body of Song Huizong, which is worth more than 300 million! Ha ha!"

"I never thought that I could make so much money in one shot!"

"A rate of return of hundreds of times. I have never made so much money in one day playing securities!"

"Brother, you take all the credit!"

"You are my lucky star, you are my God of Wealth!"

"I will definitely reward you heavily when I go back!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The corners of Angkor's mouth twitched, and his heart also twitched.

Every word he said seemed to rub salt on his wounds!

It hurts!

It hurts!

It hurts!

On the other side, Fatty Wang also covered his chest hard.

"Three hundred million... lost like this?"

My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe!

Facing the extremely excited Lin Beifan, Wu Ge finally gave a forced smile:"Mr. Lin, you're welcome, this is what I should do! If you make money, I'm happy too, right?

Lin Beifan laughed loudly:"That's right!" I’ve made money and I will never treat you badly! Brother Wu, why don’t you smile at such a happy moment? Have a smile!

Angkor grinned:"Wow wow~~"

"Why does it sound like crying?"

On the other side, Fatty Wang burst into tears when he was touched by the scene.

After everyone laughed, Lin Beifan put his arm on Brother Ang's shoulders intimately:"Brother Wu, the rest is up to you! Choose another big and valuable one for me, and I’ll give you a big red envelope later!"

"Okay, Mr. Lin! But I'm a little anxious, I need to go to the toilet!"Wang Ge felt that he had to go to the toilet to wash his face and keep calm.

Lin Beifan waved his hand:"Go, go early and come back early!"

"I have a toilet here, I'll take him there!"Fat Wang covered his chest and followed.