Chapter 188

"Good boy, there's a way in heaven. If you don't go, there's no way in hell. Knock us several hundred million, is it so comfortable to take it? This time, I'll let you know what it means to have a life and die. " Wu Wenming stares at Yang Xingchen's back. If his eyes can kill him, I'm afraid Yang Xingchen has already been killed n times by him.

"Why, brother star, do you think the stall in front is strange? Son of a bitch, people are selling new things, but he's so good that he can't afford to sell second-hand goods. You are looking at the stall owner. He is as thin as wood and yawns. He is a drug addict. It's probably drugs that have ruined my family's wealth. Let's go and have a look. Maybe we can get a real painting. " Wan Dong's eyes were fixed on the rolled up painting on the stall.

They walked to the stall in a few steps. Yang Xingchen noticed that the stall owner was at least sixty years old. Not only his face was yellow, his hair fell off, but he spoke with his mouth open, his teeth were yellow and black, and he lost several teeth.

Not only that, but the skin on his body is also extremely poor. The old and new scars are everywhere. All these confirm what Wan Dong said just now. This guy must be a white professional.

"Two bosses, just look and choose. Although I have second-hand goods here, I can guarantee that they are genuine. Look at the purple money pot, the pot, the painting and the small painting book. They are all authentic. As long as you like, the price is negotiable. Yawn

Maybe he has sold almost all the things in his family, so there are not many things on his stall, just a shabby purple clay pot, a painting, a broken pot, and a small yellow picture book.

Yang Xingchen noticed that the purple clay pot was genuine. The key was that it was badly damaged.

Not only is the handle broken, but there is also a big hole missing in the lid. It feels like the missing teeth in the master's mouth. After thinking about it, this purple clay pot may have been used by the addict in front of us. Anyone will feel disgusted from the heart.

The most important thing is that due to the serious damage, the aura in the pot has almost been lost. Although the literati have a high comment on the real purple clay pot, the so-called human jewelry he Zhen, Yixing purple money is the most important. But it also depends on whether the pot is good or bad.

"Boss, how do you sell this purple money pot?" Wan Dong did not touch it with his hand, but looked at it and asked directly.

"Hello, boss, I want to give you a real price of five thousand yuan. What do you think? "

"Fifty thousand?" Wan Dong shook his head. "Boss, even if it's a genuine purple clay pot from the Ming Dynasty, its price won't go there. At present, the collection price is about 100000. Although it's been some years since you were so badly damaged, it's broken after all. Let's not say 50000, but no one wants 10000 yuan. Forget it, I'd better look at this picture. "

Yang Xingchen smiles in his heart. He knows that this is Wandong's strategy. His real purpose is to buy paintings from other people's stalls, not the purple clay pot with head and feet missing.

The stall owner yawned and spread out the painting. When they saw it, they could not help shouting in their hearts. They saw that the painting was more damaged than the purple clay pot.

The picture on the picture is very simple and clear. On an isolated reed pole, a bird stands on it. What makes people speechless is that in the upper right corner of the painting, not only the words written on it by the author are broken, but also half of the seal on the bottom is broken, which vaguely distinguishes a Zhu character. The bird's blind eye is the one that makes him blind.

"Damn it, who is so cheap to destroy such a precious painting? On? If Wan Ye expected it to be true, it should be the real work of Zhu Da, a great painter. His paintings range from tens of millions to hundreds of millions. What a pity for this painting

"Ah? So expensive? " The addict raised his head fiercely, and his dark eyes sparked with enthusiasm. Anxiously said, "that, the boss, you can give me tens of millions of this painting?"

"What? You want tens of millions of dollars for this painting? I think you're crazy about money, aren't you? How can you prove to others that this is Zhu Da's painting? You know, Zhu Da is known as Badashan. If it's his real work, there must be his personal title on the top right and his seal on the bottom. With these two points, your painting is worth money. "

When Wan Dong said this, he angrily pointed to the bird in the painting, "and what's more, you tell me which son of a tortoise blinded the bird's eyes with a cigarette butt? Mother forced, the so-called finishing touch, the bird without eyes is worth fart money

"Grandma, if it is identified as genuine by technical means, even if there is no lettering on the top and half of the seal on the bottom, it can be sold for millions. Now it has become a blind bird without eyes. Do you want tens of millions more? Damn, if you can buy hundreds of thousands of them, you'll meet a noble man. "

"Ah? The difference is so big, I knew that my cigarette end would not burn on it. " The stall owner looked remorseful.

It's said that it was done by the stall owner. Wan Dong pointed to his nose and scolded him. The stall owner shrank there and didn't reply. Or at this time, he has not come out of regret.Yang Xingchen was bored, so he squatted down and opened the yellow little picture book at his feet. As soon as it was opened, an old voice came in. Bamihong!

The six character Scripture is vigorous and powerful, and the words hit Yang Xingchen's mind like clocks, which immediately made the Qi and blood in his body run continuously. The rolling of Qi and blood caused the Yixian Jue in his body to run automatically. And it's a reversal.

Yang Xingchen was surprised. He wanted to get rid of the small picture book in his hand, but found that he could not move any more. He's more anxious. You know, if the internal power of a martial arts practitioner reverses, it's a symbol of being possessed. The result is either death or injury.

Yang Xingchen in the heart anxiously yelled to stop, stop, but the real gas like runaway Mustang, did not listen to his command. And it's getting more and more urgent.

With the reversal of true Qi, the tendons in his body are constantly expanding. Where the true Qi went, he thought, directly and brutally beat many of his acupoints.

Bamihong! Every sentence of Scripture is still whirling and colliding in his brain. His ears were about to explode, his eyes were full of Venus, his throat was itchy, and his nostrils were sore!

Poof Yang Xingchen in also can't help a mouth, a big mouthful of blood sprayed in the hand of that small picture book.

As soon as the blood was vomited out, the six characters disappeared, and the rolling Qi and blood in the body and the reversed Qi stopped at the same time. Although he stopped, his true Qi became thick and thick. Dantian place actually describes a white bead the size of an egg.

"Brother star, what's the matter with you?" Wan Dong, who is teaching the addict a lesson, is shocked to see Yang Xingchen spit out a big mouthful of blood. He holds Yang Xingchen up and yells.