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The rough big hands and Yang Chen's pianist fiercely smashed into each other, causing Yang Chen to grimace in pain, and then both of them started laughing together.

Although Yang Chen did not know what position the old man held, his reputation, or his level, since Mo Rann's father had a good relationship with him, it proved that he was not a normal person.

Before Treasure Pavilion, it was the largest jewellery shop in the entire continent, and without some hard connections, how could it possibly continue to operate? Not many awesome people came here to buy literary entertainment?

When his Treasure Pavilion was in danger, Liu Deyong was still helping Mo Rann, proving his quality.

For such a person with the ability to become famous and of good quality, although he could rely on his relationship with his father to help, once this relationship was completely used up, the relationship would also be broken. If Mo Rann wanted to revive her Treasure Pavilion, she would definitely need Liu Deyong's help.

Therefore, Yang Chen decided to do the opposite. He used the method of betting and asked for paintings to express his feelings of intimacy, and by depositing money in the debt of gratitude, he would make up for Mo Rann's withdrawal of money.

Maybe, Yang Chen had this thought when he saw Mo Rann's haggard back view from the carriage.

"Uncle Liu, you go crazy with him too." Mo Rann glared at Yang Chen with his beautiful eyes. Of course she knew what Yang Chen was planning, but she didn't know what to do about Yang Chen's good intentions were.

Liu Deyong was happy as he stroked his beard. At the moment, he didn't think that Yang Chen could really win the bet, but letting this youth with a skipping personality learn calligraphy and painting at his home for a month would definitely give his family more vitality.

"Uncle Liu, don't get cocky too early." Yang Chen called Liu Deyong by his name and called him Uncle Liu cordially.

"Haha, it has been many years since I, Liu Deyong have fought with eyes closed." Liu Deyong did not mind Yang Chen calling him uncle, but instead, felt that Yang Chen's character was different from the other youths. Upon knowing his identity, he became respectful.

"Shameless." Mo Rann fiercely glared at Yang Chen and muttered to herself.

Yang Chen pretended not to hear and asked: "Is there a blade here?"

Mo Rann said: "Yes, just you wait."

After a while, Mo Rann took out a few knives from the cupboard and asked: "Are you satisfied with these?"

Looking at the knives in front of him, Yang Chen laughed: "I said it's a blade, not an antique."

Mo Rann looked at Yang Chen, and took out a blade with a sheath embedded with a ruby from in front of Yang Chen, and held onto the gold thread wrapped around the blade hilt, pulling it out.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, the stack of documents on top of the table split into two.

At the moment, Yang Chen's eyes were wide open. Looking at Mo Rann's calm appearance and her fluent techniques, she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

"Holy sh * t!" "Fortunately, she never brought a knife with her when she went to treat her illness!" Yang Chen thought to himself that he had definitely avoided a few trials.

"Is it enough?" Mo Rann returned the blade to its sheath indifferently, and passed the blade in her hand to Yang Chen.

"Enough, enough." Yang Chen smiled as he received the hilt, as if he was afraid that Mo Rann would violently wound him.

"Depends on your guts!" Mo Rann couldn't help but laugh when she saw Yang Chen's expression.

"Woman, don't scare me! With such a thick stack of paper, even if you were to use your big knife to chop the bone, you wouldn't be able to cut it so easily, right? " Yang Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Look at your weak point, the bone chopping knife is chopping down. This dagger is very sharp, one is for chopping the head, the other is for cutting the throat, can it be the same?" Mo Rann rolled her eyes at Yang Chen.

But even with such charming movements, Yang Chen was still shocked. At that moment, he could only hope that this crazy woman did not suddenly go crazy, that swinging of the blade was truly handsome, but she was like a rose with thorns, able to watch from afar but not break out in laughter.

"This sickly dagger should be the one Brother Mo won from me back then, right?" Liu Deyong picked up the dagger, and said after examining it for a while.

Mo Rann replied: "Yes, this is the exact same sword from back then."

Liu Deyong laughed: Back then, other than Han Wei's painting, what Old Brother Liu liked to do the most was to collect these cold weapons, a gentleman kept his weapons, in his eyes, only a scholar with a sword is a real scholar, if not, he is a corrupt scholar!

Hearing Liu Deyong's words, Yang Chen subconsciously nodded his head, he realized that this old man who he had never seen before was able to use his Treasure Pavilion to such a great extent, to be able to have so many friends, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

At least from this point of view, Yang Chen strongly agreed with them.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Liu Deyong sighed, then laughed: "Little friend, then shall we begin the bet?"

Yang Chen nodded his head: "Alright, then we will begin, I am still waiting for Uncle Liu's masterpiece."

After he finished speaking, he was prepared to pick out another dagger from his back and use it to cut paper. As for the one just now, Liu Deyong would take it and reminisce about it.

But just as Yang Chen turned around, he heard a crisp sound coming from behind him.

"Whoa!"

Ah!

"F * ck!"

The three exclamations came from three people, but the meaning they represented was completely different.

Although it was not split in half, a hint of green could still be seen when Liu Deyong slashed apart the wooden stick the scroll used to fix it.

"I would never have thought that Old Liu, the great goose, would be pecked in the eye by a swallow in the end." Liu Deyong laughed bitterly.

"You really won the bet!" Mo Rann looked at Yang Chen, his mouth wide open in shock.

Yang Chen, on the other hand, was in a state of collapse. He used the Demon Pupil to see what was inside, but not here! It was underneath the painting!

Seeing Yang Chen's shocked expression, Liu Deyong asked in surprise: "Little friend, you don't know the secret here?"

Yang Chen laughed bitterly: "About this, I really don't know, I really got lucky."

Indeed, he was really lucky. If Liu Deyong had not cut this place open, Yang Chen would never have opened it, and he might not have used the Demon Pupil to see through it.

"You're really lucky!" Liu Deyong looked at Yang Chen, his face filled with amazement.

"Uncle Liu, quickly open it and see what's inside." Mo Rann also forgot her sadness and became a bit interested.

"Alright, alright, alright, let's open it. Yang, come over and lend a hand."

This scroll had two scrolls and two wooden fixed heads. Yang Chen and Liu Deyong each stood on one side and very quickly, they sliced the wood from the beginning.

When Liu Deyong first laid eyes on the green, his movements became slower and slower, while the look in his eyes became more and more excited.

"Emerald!" It's definitely an emerald! " Before he could cut it out, Liu Deyong shouted excitedly.

"From the looks of it, she's definitely an emerald!" Mo Rann, who was standing at the side, looked at this piece of jade with some excitement.

"Are they valuable?" These were Yang Chen's first words...

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