In front of and behind them, left and right, seven or eight people's bodies were crooked, squatting, and bending, in all kinds of strange postures.
But no one dared to move!
My Da Ma Jin Dao sits like an emperor and knocks on the armrest.
Huang Guanyang hurriedly held up the album with both hands!
But Huang Guanyang was a step too late.
Yun Xiaosha picked up the album, blinked wildly, raised his little head quietly, stared at his big walnut-sized eyes and asked in a low voice: "Bronze Lion, is this really... really from the Bada?"
"Shut up!"
I grabbed the album and said, "You have no place to speak here!"
Yun Xiaosha immediately bared his fangs at me and glared at me several times, but he didn't dare to say anything.
This picture book...
It is indeed from Bada Shanren...
Handwriting!
In fact, this album should not have appeared on the stall.
But it was Guo Haiqiang's serious mistake!
Earlier, in order to make Huang Guanyang jump out of the trap, Guo Haiqiang pretended to call Huang Guanyang and throw himself into his arms. At the same time, he took this album out of the suitcase.
After that, Yun Xiaosha saw the picture album and took it in his hand. He also asked Huang Guanyang if it was the Eight Great Handwritings.
Huang Guanyang naturally didn't take it seriously and concluded that there would be no chance of the Eight Authentic Artifacts appearing in such a stall.
Guo Haiqiang also concluded that Huang Guanyang and Yun Xiaosha could not recognize them, so he boldly threw the album on the stall.
Until later, Guo Haiqiang still teased Yun Xiaosha unscrupulously and packed up everything in the stall for RMB 100,000!
Even so, Yun Xiaosha didn't dare to respond!
And I caught the leak of Guo Haiqiang!
First, he threw away 100,000 yuan and smashed it on the Eight Great Picture Albums, leaving Guo Haiqiang without any means!
Then he slowly slapped Guo Haiqiang in the face!
Guo Haiqiang was slapped in the face, and his reaction was not too big.
So, I forced Guo Haiqiang to kneel down to me!
In addition to exposing Guo Haiqiang's trap and then slapping him in the face——
I still want to pick up the leaks——
Eight authentic picture albums! ! !
Guo Haiqiang used Huang Guanyang's routine to dig a hole to bury Yun Xiaosi, so I followed his routine and dug his hole again!
With two middle-aged men with green faces and red eyes standing by and cameras watching, Guo Haiqiang didn't dare to default on his debt!
This is the real reason why Guo Haiqiang’s helpers forced Guo Haiqiang to kneel down to me!
The eight authentic picture albums start with eight figures even with your eyes closed!
Of course, the eight major picture albums are just one of them missing!
The small picture of chrysanthemums in a vase that Gangyun looked at was another authentic work of the Eighth National Congress!
That is to say.
In addition to the picture album of Bada, there is also an authentic painting of Bada Shanren that Guo Haiqiang generously placed on the stall!
but!
Nowadays, even with a 100,000-watt strong light, the Eight Authentic Paintings cannot be found, so that’s nothing!
The Bada Shanren picture album only costs over 10 million.
That painting of chrysanthemums in a vase only costs 20 million.
It’s still far from the 100 million I mentioned.
The reason is——
That is, there is another painting in the album of paintings of Bada Shanren!
right!
That's right!
There is another third treasure in the album! ! !
These three treasures——
Well!
That’s awesome!
Although this third piece is still folded and unopened, I can only see the back!
But I'm sure this third treasure is something special -
Something from the Northern Song Dynasty!
and! ! !
This thing from the Northern Song Dynasty——
Actually still——
Book! ! !
stick! ! !
The place of book stickers in the history of collecting in China
That’s a well-deserved number one!
Next are the manuscripts, and then the paintings!
As for how expensive the calligraphy stickers of the Northern Song Dynasty were?
Of course it is very expensive, so expensive that it is so expensive!
This is why I dare to ask for 100 million!
Guo Haiqiang kneels down to me, then I will spare him and pretend he has never seen these three treasures!
It's a pity that Guo Haiqiang would rather die than surrender.
This is very nice!
I just like this tough guy!
real man!
Although I have made more than a billion in income these days, it is all public money.
I myself am so poor that I am wallowing in poverty!
Naturally, I accept this windfall that comes to my door!
Slapping someone in the face for revenge is great, but being able to pick up the slack and make money is the icing on the cake, perfect!
As for causal responsibility?
Guo Haiqiang caught my fish first, his cause came first, and my consequences came last.
This causal burden is almost negligible!
"Mr. Tong, you are very clever with your hands and eyes, and we have learned from it."
At this moment, the half-hundred-year-old man walked up to me and said softly: "Three treasures are being recycled by the Long family at a high price. Please give me a price."
I took Huang Guanyang's cigarette and took a deep breath: "Do you, the Long family, accept it?"
"Yuanmen prostrates himself. I am convinced."
Half a hundred men raised their hands to me, their expressions solemn and a bit anxious: "Mr. Tong, please give me a price!"
I held up the album and looked askance at the other person: "When asking for help, you have to have a begging attitude!"
The most arrogant and arrogant look in the eyes of half a hundred men took a deep breath and suddenly laughed: "Please..."
"We don't want it anymore!"
Suddenly, a gloomy and chilling bass sounded, like thunder, distorting the air.
A middle-aged man with a hooked nose stepped forward and snapped his fingers: "Let's go!"
When I first saw the hook-nosed man talking, my face was stern and my heart pounded: "Fly the rhinoceros bone to the sky!"
"It's expensive!"
Half a hundred men were startled, their eyes showing deep reluctance: "Lao San! This is the master..."
The hook-nosed eyes raised slightly, with thunder and lightning flashing across his eyes.
Half a hundred men immediately shut up and gritted their teeth.
"Remember one sentence!"
The man with an aquiline nose and a body as long as a pine tree spoke seriously: "Long family, there is no time to ask for help!"
"The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, and the will is unyielding!"
"Don't bend your waist!"
The hooked nose is like a thunderstorm launcher, firing out the muffled thunder of three volts in summer, which makes people's eardrums burst and their foreheads buzz.
The hook-nosed figure crept up and walked past me, bringing with it the sound of wind and thunder.
The green-faced, red-eyed middle-aged man took the initiative and nodded to the aquiline nose.
However, the hook-nosed man ignored the other party at all, and his arrogance and contempt for no one was heart-stopping!
