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There were almost twenty people gathered in this unremarkable corner.

The one who was being watched was a man who was dressed like a laborer. This man had laid out a set of words on the ground. It was a rather old set of words, and there were even some dirt and stains on it that had yet to be removed. Next to the words was a rusty metal box.

Speaking of emotions, the migrant worker could not help but shed tears. Judging from his clothes, he did indeed look very old and distressed. His face was covered in wrinkles, and he clearly looked like he had gone through many hardships. A pair of yellow rubber boots with a gash on them was covered in mud. Such an image alone could not help but be pitiful. In addition to his family's misery, the onlookers were even more moved. Even Fu Zhenxin's eyes started to shine brightly after hearing what she said. She squatted down and carefully read the character, then said to Huang Xing, "It's really Wang Xizhi's real work!"

Huang Xing had said that since there was not the name 'Wang Xizhi' written down, it must be Wang Xizhi's real work! Do you know how much Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is worth?

Fu Zhenxin looked at the laborer and said, "This uncle will definitely not lie to us!" Uncle, do you think these words were really dug out from the ground?

Huang Xing thought, to think that you were even the Vice President of the company, trusting others so easily. However, to be honest, looking at this laborer's appearance, Huang Xing couldn't help but think of his own rural father. His face and body were written with the hardships and desolation of a person's life. At least, from just looking at the outside, Huang Xing did indeed have a strange sense of familiarity towards this laborer.

The laborer spoke in a dialect with a Lunan accent: My girl, we can't lie about this. As a man, we must speak our conscience. The words were dug up by us when we were digging the sycamores. Look, I didn't even have time to pat the dirt off my body, and I still have this box with the calligraphy on it. I'm not an expert on calligraphy and painting, so I don't know much about calligraphy and paintings. I'm not sure if the calligraphy is Wang Xizhi's real work, but I know that old things are definitely worth some money, right? If it wasn't for the lack of money in my family, I would definitely have saved it properly and asked an expert to appraise it. We don't have any culture, but we know how to protect it, right?

At this point, some onlookers said: Even if this calligraphy was not Wang Xizhi's real work, even if it was a copy of the Ming and Qing Dynasties' work, it was still worth a lot of money! Ai, it's a pity that I didn't bring any money with me today, otherwise I would have taken it down on the spot! It was only eight thousand yuan, it was worth it! Brother, why don't you come with me to my house and I'll give you the money.

I don't know you, and I don't dare to come to your house. If you want it, think of something else.

Another onlooker expressed his opinion: If this is really Wang Xizhi's work, then it is a priceless treasure! Wang Xizhi was a saint in the history of calligraphy in China. It was said that in an auction a few years ago, his calligraphy piece had been sold for tens of millions! In my opinion, eight thousand yuan is worth it even if it is a gamble!

Someone else said: Right, right! Just you wait, I'll go back and get the money! Just you wait, don't sell it!

For a moment, the surrounding crowd was clearly restless. Almost everyone was stupid enough to want to buy it. In this kind of atmosphere, Fu Zhenxin was a little tempted. She carefully examined the words, and the words' Wang Xizhi 'caused her heart to thump hard. Even though she had no knowledge of painting, the name 'Wang Xizhi' was indeed a golden signboard. This legendary figure, recorded in high school and university textbooks, was a legend of the calligraphy world in Chinese history. Furthermore, Fu Zhenxin had also thought that her sister had always been complaining about her crude way of doing things, which had not satisfied her. If she were to take the eight thousand to buy this set of Wang Xizhi's work, it would definitely make the proud Wu Qianqian overjoyed, and would thus indirectly gain her recognition and praise. Thinking of this, Fu Zhenxin couldn't help but become excited.

This was no wonder. As Fu Jie's sister, ever since she had become a Deputy General Manager, she had become completely useless in her sister's eyes. No matter what it was that her sister liked to do with him, the number of things that she had done and could receive her sister's praise could be counted on one's fingers. Although she could understand her sister's eagerness, no one wanted to live with complaints and reprimands every day. In this regard, Fu Zhenxin had always been working hard to change and improve herself in order to fulfil her sister's expectations. This time, her sister wanted Huang Xing and him to pay a visit to Wu Qianqian's home. Whether or not they could complete this mission satisfactorily was the most urgent mystery in Fu Zhenxin's heart. Furthermore, Fu Zhenxin understood her sister's way of doing business. She had always been grateful to her old customers and the people who helped the company before, for their respect and gratitude. She was a person who knew how to repay people. During this event, Wu Qianqian helped Xin Duo Company gather a lot of popularity, and a series of good results were achieved. Fu Jie had always deeply missed her kindness. Moreover, with the development of Xin Feng Company, they would have more and more opportunities to work together with Wu Qianqian.

It was because of this mentality that Fu Zhenxin felt that this was a godsend opportunity after seeing this painting. Just as the man had said, even if this wasn't Wang Xizhi's real work, it seemed like it was a copy copied by the ancients, and it was also worth quite a sum. At the very least, it was still an ancient character. Thinking about it, Fu Zhenxin couldn't help but size up the words carefully, appraising them word by word. The more she admired, the more realistic she felt it was, and the more she felt it was worth it. The surrounding discussions and praises were endless. There were even two or three people who expressed that they wanted to go home and withdraw the money, so that the laborers would leave their words.

Under the urge of longing and impulsiveness, Fu Zhenxin touched the twenty thousand yuan in cash in her spatial bag.

Seeing that Fu Zhenxin was unable to hold back, Huang Xing immediately pulled her to the side.

Huang Xing said, I can't buy it, I'll wait for Li Rong to come.

Fu Zhenxin said anxiously. When she said that word, she would definitely be bought by someone else.

Huang Xing said, I feel that this good news came too suddenly, it might just be a scam.

Fu Zhenxin said. How did you become such a naughty girl? Picking up the loot, have you heard of it? This was a commonly used term in the world of antiques. We paid eight thousand dollars for that today. Even if we don't give it to Wu Qianqian, if we keep it ourselves, its value will rise rapidly. In this era of popular culture, paintings, antiques and the like, if we casually find any real products, it would be a fortune!

Huang Xing said with a wry smile, but I feel that the possibility of these words being true was less than one in a thousand!

Fu Zhenxin said. Tch! Look at this simple laborer, does he look like a liar? If you look at these words again, and that iron box with those words, I feel that we have picked up a big mistake today!

Huang Xing said that it was fine if they did not pick up this loophole, but the risk was too great.

Fu Zhenxin said, I don't think there's any risk. Ok, I, Fu Zhenxin, am a very accurate judge of people. This uncle worker is a real person and would never lie to you.

Huang Xing thought, how can you be so sure of a person? Back then you viewed Dan Dongyang as a gold jade and I, Huang Xing, as trash, but now, aren't we still using the Great Universal Teleportation to completely change positions? I'm afraid there's no time for you to judge.

Just at this moment, another big brother, who looked like a laborer, hurriedly ran over. His body was also covered in dust, and he gave off a simple and unadorned aura. The laborer ran up to the civilian who was watching and bent down to pick up the words. The laborer who was squatting on the ground said, "Old Wang, what are you doing? Why are you here?" The laborer called Old Wang panted and said, "We won't sell this word 'Old Li'. We can't sell this word. Our boss said that this word would be worth at least several million!" He also said, let's get the word back, he wants it, he'll pay two million!

From the looks of it, Old Wang, who came after, was the worker friend mentioned by Old Li.

Old Li covered his words, not letting Old Wang succeed: "You actually believe the words of the boss?" He still owes us a year's wages! He's lying to us, don't even think about getting a single cent from him!

Old Wang eagerly said, "Listen to me. Old Wang, the boss also said, give this painting to him. He'll pay us both off." He also gave us two million yuan. Two million was enough for us to go back to our hometown and buy another place to stay.

Old Li said, I don't believe him! Who knew what tricks he was playing. Old Wang, it's better if you're more realistic. Our two kids are in urgent need of money at school. Selling this word can change two people's money, so we need it urgently. Don't you understand the boss? Eating people without spitting out their bones, taking a penny from his hands, that is even harder than taking his life! Let's take the words back and fall into his trap!

… ….

These two labourers refused to give in to each other.

Huang Xing felt that the two were acting too well. Originally, they were only half-believing and half-doubting, but now, they were basically sure that it was a meticulously planned trap, and the people watching were mostly their accomplices. However, the pure Fu Zhenxin, was even more agitated by the arrival of this workmate, and was even more sure that the words on the ground were a true treasure. At this time, the surrounding people began to bid. Some people immediately took out a stack of money, wanting to make a deal immediately. However, there were people who raised the price to 9000, while others added 9500 …

The laborer, Old Li, was at a loss of what to do. He looked at the people who were competing to buy it and did not know who to sell it to.