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Wang Chunhao and the rest became even more pleased with themselves, they started ridiculing Xu Lang, one after another, wanting to use their saliva to drown Xu Lang to death.

The Elder Liu would naturally not do something like adding insult to injury, he laughed and helped Xu Lang out, "In our business, everyone has their own bad moments, I think the most common phrase is to spend money to buy a lesson."

Murong Yan also laughed generously, "That's right, let's treat it as spending money to buy a lesson."

Wang Chunhao and the rest did not let go of this opportunity, and unrestrainedly ridiculed: "Elder Liu's words are not bad, but, aren't Brother Xu Lang's words a little too arbitrary? My subordinates and I have already admitted that this book was deliberately made out to be a fake, and even the Elder Liu himself had just personally appraised it. This is just an old book, yet Brother Xu Lang still insisted on spending a high price to buy it, what is this if it isn't stupid? "

Elder Liu did not know how to refute this. He revealed a look of displeasure and lowered his head to drink his tea.

Murong Yan could not bear to listen any longer, but it seemed that Xu Lang did not behave in a rational manner, and she was also at a loss for words.

Xu Lang seemed to be deaf to the ridiculing comments from the people around him, as if what the others were saying had nothing to do with him.

At this time, Xu Lang was carefully reading this old book. As he continued to read, the cool air that had just disappeared reappeared, and he could accurately feel it, his heart became even more doubtful. Before, his judgement of the authenticity and value of the antique was due to the special abilities of the eyeball, and logically, he should not have made any mistakes.

However, this was the first time Xu Lang saw the cold Qi of this kind of old thing, and it would occasionally disappear. He became more interested in the book, and as he read, he realized that the thickness of the two pages in the second half were obviously different.

Seeing that Xu Lang did not say a word and continued reading while holding onto a broken book, Wang Chunhao and the rest mocked: "Brother Xu Lang, you are wrong, so you should have made a mistake. Don't lose your manners even if you lose money, isn't it a little petty of you to continue reading while holding onto a broken book?"

After hearing Xu Lang's reminder, Elder Liu who was sitting beside him suddenly realised that Xu Lang seemed to be extremely interested in this book. He subconsciously looked down to see, only to see Xu Lang taking out a blade blade, gently cutting two pages, and actually pulling out a thinner piece of paper.

Elder Liu could not help but widen his eyes in surprise. Disregarding the contents of the paper he had drawn, this was the first time he had seen something like this in his life.

However, this was the first time he had ever seen a layer between two pages of a book like this. He was extremely interested and asked anxiously: "Little friend Xu Lang, what's going on?"

Seated on the other side, Murong Yan's eyes lit up as well. She was extremely shocked and quickly went over.

Wang Chunhao and the others could not help but be taken aback, feeling surprised at the same time, they all moved closer, wanting to see what exactly was going on.

Xu Lang carefully pulled out a lighter piece of paper. It was a letter written in English with a picture inside, half drawing and half writing. This piece of paper came from the Tang Dynasty in Huaxia.

According to historical records, after this Scholar Yang came to Huaxia, he looked up to Chinese civilization, especially painting arts, went around to learn from them, and eventually became a great painter who combined Chinese and Western powers. When he returned to his country, he prepared all his works for them and gave them to the Chinese people and his friends, without taking any of them with him.

So, one night before he returned home, he packed up all his works, but the officials of his home country, who had come to help him, urged him not to leave his treasures behind and bring them back to his home country, which was his and theirs.

However, this suggestion was rejected by Alescombe. He insisted on keeping what he had learned in his life in Huaxia.

However, a tragedy just happened. In the eyes of those from his homeland that came to rescue him, they definitely could not leave anything for the Huaxia. They would burn it down rather than let the Chinese get away with it.

It was a great regret in the history of human art that the overseas painter passed away in a fit of anger. As a result, almost none of his works existed before his death, and most of them were recorded in historical records.

However, he had never expected that there would be another masterpiece left behind by Arisaema that had fallen to the earth while he was still alive.

Despite the fact that the painting was only the size of a page, it highlighted the painting style of Ariscombe. It was of great historical significance to the study of his personal life and the social environment at that time. It was said that last year, Alescombe's high-grade imitation sold for a sky-high price of five million, and this real one was probably even more priceless.

Elder Liu was obviously very excited, his voice trembling: "Little friend Xu Lang, can, can I take a look at this painting?"

Xu Lang chuckled, and then handed the painting over to Elder Liu. Elder Liu took it with trembling hands, and his experts and disciples couldn't help but surround it, as if it was a rare opportunity to see such a treasure.

Wang Chunhao's heart was in a mess. He had originally wanted to see Xu Lang become a joke, but in the end, they had become a joke. With such a huge loss in strength, he couldn't take it anymore and reached out to grab the item in his hand.

Elder Liu just glared at Wang Chunhao, then laughed out loud at Xu Lang: "Little friend Xu Lang, you are really a weirdo, this treasure was almost abandoned by us, who do not know what goods it is, it is truly a sin, this treasure is the legacy of the famous painter Alex Comme during the Tang Dynasty, it is very rare, in the entire international art market, there is neither a city nor a price, the appearance of this treasure is sure to be shocking.

According to this old man's conservative estimates, this piece of work would at least cost ten million yuan. "

10 million was indeed too conservative. If not, the painting's size would be too small. This was the unanimous opinion of all the experts and scholars present.

Perhaps only the high-end antique art market could sell it for 10 million, and the surrounding people were all people in the industry. Although it was a common occurrence, but they were still a little surprised, Wang Chunhao was more unwilling to accept it, so, no matter what, he had to take this painting back.

Wang Chunhao shamelessly wanted to go back on his word, but in exchange for the ridicule from Elder Liu, Xu Lang and the others, he helplessly said brazenly: "Everyone, this piece of work was discovered by our company, so even if it is out of morals, it should be given to us first, right? How about this, I will offer ten million to buy it back, Mr. Xu, how about it? "

Xu Lang laughed heartily as he continued to eat and drink, and was completely unmoved.

Wang Chunhao looked as if he was determined to win and continued to raise the price. In the end, he raised it to fifteen million and said with a bitter smile, "Elder Liu, please speak some words of justice. This price is about to drain my profit margin."

However, the Elder Liu did not pay attention to him and continued to chat with Xu Lang while laughing. His tone was filled with admiration and idolization of Xu Lang, which made Xu Lang feel embarrassed.

Seeing that Xu Lang was not willing to let go, Wang Chunhao had no choice but to beg Murong Yan, and said that she was sorry, and regretted using such a despicable method to play out her marriage proposal. She only wanted to slap her own face, and promised that she wouldn't dare to hit Murong Yan again in the future.

"Chair Murong, I was really wrong this time. I will definitely not do it again in the future."

It was rare for Wang Chunhao to be so sincere, but Murong Yan could not bear to see that, so she spoke nicely on her behalf.

With such a large amount of funds, it would be much safer to use a company account than to use a personal account. With the attitude of being on guard against villains, Xu Lang asked Wang Chunhao to transfer this huge amount of money to Yi Liya's company account.

Very quickly, everything was settled. Although Wang Chunhao hated Xu Lang, he did not dare to say too much. Deep in his heart, he had started to admire Xu Lang.

At the same time, Murong Yan asked this question again and again, who exactly was Xu Lang? Until she bid her farewells to Elder Liu and the others, and drove until the company, Murong Yan would always ask this question in her heart.

Xu Lang whistled, still acting sloppy as he smiled flirtatiously at Murong Yan: "Murong beauty, you are always staring straight at me, I will be shy. Oh right, I have completed today's mission, you should promise me, from now on I can read while working, right?"

Murong Yan was extremely embarrassed, she hurried back to the company as she could not wait to report the results of today's work to the CEO, and ask her questions on whether she could allow Xu Lang to read while working.

The more Murong Yan thought about it, the angrier she got. She subconsciously looked down at the red mole on her chest and could not help but feel even more embarrassed and angry. Just as she was about to teach Xu Lang a lesson, Xu Lang looked outside the window excitedly, "Hey, hey, stop the car."

Murong Yan followed Xu Lang's gaze and looked over, and couldn't help but frown. Xu Lang couldn't even move when he saw beauties, why didn't he even let the fruits girls by the side of the road go?

Unlike the city girls, her beauty was even more pure, as if it was caused by years of the city's hustle and bustle. Her beauty was like a peach that had just been plucked from the rain, clean, sweet, and also like a newly washed grape.

Without waiting for Murong Yan to stop the car, Xu Lang ran out of the car. Murong Yan pressed her horn and pouted, she glared at Xu Lang's back, filled with jealousy.