Chapter 42

Tang Yin was one of the four painters of Wumen school in Ming Dynasty. He was a master in the field of painting at that time. His works were the three most enthusiastic masters of collectors in the past dynasties.

"How much is this painting?" Wu Dong asked.

Seeing that he was about to buy the painting without opening it, the stall owner was stunned. But the more so, he did not dare to quote too much. He stole these paintings from the house of a rich man in Nanyang and fled all the way here. He is very short of money now, in order to sell as soon as possible, the asking price is not particularly high.

He is illiterate and doesn't understand the value of painting. He only knows that this painting is very valuable. In his cognition, this should be ten million level. So he thought about it and said, "five million."

Wu Dong nodded secretly. Even the cheapest works of all, his price is not high. If he bought it, at least he won't lose.

After thinking about it, he said, "I'll take five million, transfer or cash?"

Here, he was prepared to borrow some cash from Xu Zihui.

Stall owner: "transfer, I'll give you the account number."

Wu Dong's bank account is often in and out of large remittances, the amount of authority is relatively large, on the spot will be 5 million into that account.

After receiving the message, the stall owner nodded and handed the painting to Wu Dong. Then he looked around and said, "my friend, because I'm in urgent need of money, this painting is sold at a low price. When I'm ready, there's something else. If you want, you can contact me. " Then he handed Wu Dong a note with his telephone number on it.

This man almost emptied the things of the collector in Nanyang. When he settled down, he would cash them in one after another. If you have to find a stable and reliable buyer, that is the best.

He saw that Wu Dong was generous and seemed to know how to draw. If he could cooperate with him for a long time, it would be good for both sides.

Wu Dong said with a smile, "OK. I'll get back to you in a week. "

As soon as Wu Dong came up, he spent five million yuan. Xu Zihui was slightly surprised. He asked, "brother, whose painting is this?"

Wu Dongdao said: "the works of Tang Yin, the four masters of Wumen, are of high value."

Xu Zihui was surprised that the painting had not been opened from beginning to end. How did he know it was Tang Yin's work? Before he could ask, Wu Dong had gone to another stall.

There are two bronze swords on it, one with the flavor of the spring and Autumn period and the other with the flavor of the Han Dynasty. Both swords are not rusty, and the handle of one of them is intact.

Wu Dong asked the price, only 250000, he did not hesitate to buy on the spot.

He walked more than 100 meters further, and the owner of his stall was a teenager. When Wu Dong arrived, he was playing with his mobile phone on the ground and said, "30000."

Wu Dong was startled. Thirty thousand?

"Whose work is this?" he asked

"I don't know." The boy said impatiently, "do you want to buy it or not? Don't bother me if you don't buy it. "

Wu Dong was speechless for a while. When he glanced at it, he found that there were dozens of calligraphy and paintings on the young man's stall, but only this one had the flavor of the times, and the others were modern.

He blinked and said, "I'll take this one."

The boy held out his hand: "cash."

Wu Dong took out 30000 cash and handed it to him. The boy just showed a smile and handed the picture to him.

Wu Dong secretly shakes his head. He doesn't know which family is the black sheep. He actually sells Huang Tingjian's words. Although he did not understand Huang Tingjian's market, he knew that he could not buy it for tens of thousands of yuan.

He didn't ask, because the first rule of black market trading is the origin of Mowei.

Take this picture, the black market has no value, he said: "third brother, let's go."

Xu Zihui naturally agreed that the four came out of the black market and returned the same way.

When he got into the car, Xu Zihui asked, "Dongdi, it seems that you have a lot of money. I can't buy a needle for 50 million. "

Xu Zihui smiles. He takes out the gold needle. Don't stir up the real Qi. The needle suddenly twisted and gave off a faint golden light.

Xu Zihui's eyes were straight and murmured: "this is..."

Wu Dong thought about it and said, "I think it's something similar to a magic weapon. I haven't figured out its principle yet. I'll tell my third brother when I understand it."

Xu Zihui nodded and admired Wu Dong more and more.

That night, he stayed in the hotel arranged by Xu Zihui for one night.

It doesn't matter what he bought. His mind is on the gold needle. According to Taiyi's description of needling, he urged the gold needle with genuine Qi. Vaguely, there was a trace of telepathy between his heart and the gold needle.

He slowly released his hand, the needle was suspended in the air, like a gold thread. When he thought about it, the needle fell to the ground again.

"This Taiyi needling method is not like acupuncture." "It's like a hidden weapon," he murmured

He spent most of the night studying needling and didn't go to sleep until early in the morning.

As soon as he got up the next day, Liu Biao came to see him in a hurry and said that Liu Guang was dead.

That Liu Guang was paraplegic in bed originally, and his constitution was very poor. Now he was radiated so seriously that he has been a fortune teller.

Wu Dong is very emotional, he let Liu Biao help with cooking.

At noon, Liu Biao called again, saying that Liu Guang's mother was dead. She could have survived for a while, but the death of her son was a great blow to her. It's hard to live without hope in one's heart.