First Secret Agent in History

"Two hundred and fifty thousand taels, one tael is a lot, and all are traded in gold." Yun Zhonghe said firmly.

Wang Wanwan still took a breath of cold air. The price was indeed too high.

But... his offer to Marquis Ning'an was 280,000.

Of course, in his opinion, the best painting in the world is not worth two hundred thousand taels.

This thing is neither edible nor usable.

But the person he wanted to curry favor with loved this painting very much.

And the person he wants to curry favor with happens to be able to control the lifeline of his business.

If the market of Daxia Empire can be opened, the money earned every year will be hundreds of thousands of taels.

Although the Great Victory Empire and the Southern Zhou Empire have risen in recent years, the Great Xia Empire is still the Celestial Kingdom, where the most people wear silk and satin.

The north is not good at raising silkworms, and the silk from the south is the best, but it is difficult to sell millions of silk to the Great Xia Empire.

With this "Picture of Shangjing Zhongyuan", the silk market of the Daxia Empire has been half opened.

Wang Baiwan glanced at the dumb guy behind Yun Zhonghe. He was a master.

Wang Wanwan never thought about killing someone to seize the painting, but he quickly gave up the idea because the Marquis of Ning'an said that he would protect Chu Liuxiang.

If Chu Liuxiang did not return alive, then his people would report to the Marquis of Ning'an, which would be a big disaster for Wang Wanwan.

Although two hundred and fifty thousand taels of silver is a lot of money, it is not worth risking the family for this.

"The price of two hundred and fifty thousand taels is fine, and there is no problem in trading it with gold, but we need to check the painting, just in case." Wang Wanwan said.

Yun Zhonghe directly placed the painting on the long table and said: "Please!"

"Mr. Li, let's check this painting together." Wang Baiwan said.

A middle-aged scholar suddenly walked out. He was a master of calligraphy and painting.

Then, Wang Wanwan and Mr. Li took the glazed lamp and inspected the "Zhongyuan Picture of Shangjing" inch by inch.

The time has come to put Leonardo's skills to the test.

Although he was absolutely sure in his heart, Yun Zhonghe was still a little nervous at this time.

This is a fake after all.

Wang Wanwan and Mr. Li checked very, very carefully.

But Yun Zhonghe was still worried too much.

Because the two people were inspecting it, it completely went astray and turned into appreciation, and then into worship.

"Oh my god, it's such an immortal masterpiece."

"I couldn't see it clearly enough when there were many people in Ning'an Marquis Mansion before, but now I can see it clearly. How many times have I seen this painting in the human world?"

"Master, look here, have you noticed anything?" Mr. Li suddenly said in shock.

Wang Wanwan immediately took a closer look and said: "This... this is a brothel girl. She is beautiful, but she is not too special."

Mr. Li said: "Look at her appearance, and then look at the seventh prince who was beside Emperor Xia Yuan at that time?"

Wang Wanwan took a closer look and found that the brothel woman was indeed similar to the seventh prince beside the emperor. And it's not a superficial resemblance, but a spiritual resemblance, the eyebrows, the corners of the mouth.

The rumors really followed that the seventh prince who succeeded to the throne was not the biological son of Concubine Li, but the son of a brothel woman.

Mr. Li said: "Look at the eyes of this brothel woman again. Although she is several miles away, her eyes are looking in the direction of the imperial city."

Wang Wanwan took a look and found that it was indeed the case.

"Oh my God, it's so amazing. I actually see the historical truth in this painting."

"Look again, there are two thousand people in this painting. Each one of them is so expressive, and even their eyes are so exquisite. Look at the eyes of this brothel woman, is there hope, is there sadness?"

"Oh my god, it's a masterpiece, it's a masterpiece..." Mr. Li had tears in his eyes and almost knelt on the ground to appreciate it.

Wang Baiwan said: "Well, then this is indeed genuine."

"Speak carefully, sir!" Mr. Li said angrily: "How can you blaspheme the sacred work of painting? A fake? It's really ridiculous. Where did such a masterpiece come from as a fake? How many legendary painters have tried to imitate it for hundreds of years? This painting took several years and I was so tired that I couldn’t even imitate it even if I vomited blood. Now you actually call it a fake?”

Wang Wanwan himself also has the ability to appreciate, and he had seen this painting not once or twice before, so he immediately said: "Sir, please don't be upset, it's my fault for speaking out."

Then, the two of them continued to appreciate the painting, almost obsessed with it.

Because the more you appreciate it, the more secrets you find in this painting, and the more historical truths you can uncover.

This painting is so amazing, I get something different every time I look at it.

At this time, the two of them had long forgotten about identifying authenticity.

Fake?

What a big joke.

How could a masterpiece of this level come from a fake?

Finally, Yun Zhonghe couldn't bear it any longer and said, "You two, you have been identifying each other for an hour."

"Oh, oh, sorry, sorry..." Wang Baiwan said: "We are not judging, we are appreciating, appreciating."

Yun Zhonghe said: "Then there are results? Is this genuine?"

Wang Baiwan said: "Sir, you are joking, you are joking, where did the fake come from?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Two hundred and fifty thousand taels, is there any problem?"

Wang Wanwan said: "No problem, no problem. I'll get the gold right away. But Mr. Chu, this is more than a thousand kilograms of gold. Do you need me to send someone to help transport it to your house?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "No, I only have a small request."

Wang Baiwan said: "Please speak."

Yun Zhonghe said: "Please keep this matter of my selling paintings a secret."

Wang Wanwan smiled softly and said, "This is natural."

In fact, Wang Wanwan would have kept it secret even without Yun Zhonghe's orders. He was using this painting to bribe people and would keep it secret from beginning to end.

More than half an hour later!

Two people hand over money with one hand and paintings with the other.

The dozen or so people brought by Yun Zhonghe, carrying more than a thousand kilograms of gold, broke into pieces and disappeared into the night.

The first money was received.

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Within the next few days.

Yun Zhonghe is either selling paintings or on the road to selling paintings.

His footprints cover hundreds of miles of Jinzhou.

At first, he was slightly worried that the fake would be discovered, but this proved to be completely unfounded.

No one doubted it at all.

Because everyone witnessed it with their own eyes, Marquis Ning'an gave the painting to Yun Zhonghe (Chu Liuxiang) and opened it for everyone to appreciate.

The key is that Da Vinci No. 23 is so awesome.

The fake paintings are even more awesome and lifelike than the original ones.

After carefully appreciating it, this group of people discovered that this painting revealed shocking historical truths one after another. They were already astonished, so how could they still have the slightest doubt.

Moreover, Yun Zhonghe only sold three paintings in Jinzhou City, and the remaining five were all sold in the surrounding areas.

Because some of the super rich, famous and wealthy don’t live in the city.

After these people bought the paintings, they kept silent and hid them secretly.

Firstly, he was afraid of being taken back by Marquis Ning'an. Of course, Marquis Ning'an might not do such a thing, but the Crown Prince of the Marquis could definitely do it. That dude was shameless.

Secondly, they wanted to use this painting for bribery, and they had to keep it secret even more.

That's it, just four days.

All eight fake paintings in Yun Zhonghe's hands were sold.

The highest one sold was 250,000 taels, the lowest one was 130,000 taels, and the total purchase was 1.3 million.

One million and three hundred thousand!

Yun Zhonghe boasted about Haikou at that time, saying that he would make one million taels in twenty-five days. Everyone thought it was a daydream, but Yun Zhonghe made a total of 1.3 million taels.

Once this money is taken back to Split Wind City, their eyes will probably fall out of shock.

Of course, there are some minor worries because the money earned is so much.

Some people really couldn't afford so much gold, so they still paid with banknotes. Of course, they were all small-value banknotes, each one not exceeding fifty taels.

Fortunately, these banknotes are remitted by the largest bank account in the world, and can be exchanged anywhere in the world, anonymously.

The gold amounted to nearly 7,000 kilograms. Yun Zhonghe had to disguise the gold in various ways, and then asked more than a hundred Black Blood Hall warriors to hide it on his body and bring it back to Split Wind City.

It's time for him to go back!

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This day is November 25th.

There are still six days left before the final repayment deadline in Split Wind City.

It's too late to rush back to Split Wind City.

Under the protection of Ah-Dai, Yun Zhonghe disguised himself, left Jinzhou, and returned to the Borderless Land of Split Wind City.

Those idiots in the Alliance of Princes still thought that Split Wind City would not be able to raise the money, so they were thinking of taking away the armor and weapons of Jing Zhongyue's 10,000-strong army.

How cool it would be to have this money smack them in the face.

Is it really exciting?

"Dumb, are you a boy or a girl?"

"Dumb, why do you never speak? Could it be that you can't speak?"

"You protect the master anytime and anywhere, but I hope you still abide by some rules. For example, when the master goes to the latrine and takes a bath, you must stay away. Can't you see clearly from the neck down?"

"Bah, bah, bah! I made a mistake. The master is a fairy. How could he go to the latrine?"

Ah-Dai didn't react at all to Yun Zhonghe's words, as if he was not only mute, but also deaf.

At this moment, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves coming from behind.

Yun Zhonghe was shocked. Could it be that something happened? impossible.

Dumb's ears were raised up, and his hand was directly holding the sword hilt, but he soon let go of his hand, and his ears were loosened.

After a while, a horse came closer from a distance.

There was a young man riding on the horse, waving to Yun Zhonghe and shouting: "Brother, wait for me..."

Yun Zhonghe looked back, the first time, the second time, and then he was completely shocked.

Because the young man who came on horseback looked almost exactly like Yun Zhonghe in a sense.

Not the same as the current beggar, but the same face and body shape as Yun Zhonghe.

This...what the hell is this?

Isn't Yun Zhonghe an orphan in this world? Wasn't he raised by beggars since he was a child?

Why is this happening?

Who is this person?

Why do he look "exactly the same" as Yun Zhonghe?

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