I Became A Villain, Rich And Handsome

Lin Feng frowned, "What's wrong with the parking space? Please see clearly, this part is a non-motor vehicle parking space!"

The young man stuck his head out and looked at it, and it was true.

"So what's the matter? Come to the auction, where are there people riding electric bikes, and they are still green!" The young man's face showed disgust.

Lin Feng took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the accident scene. Seeing this, the young man hurriedly got out of the car.

"What are you taking pictures of? Who asked you to take pictures!" The young man slapped Lin Feng's phone directly on the ground, his hand was instantly torn apart, and the screen shattered into pieces.

"I'm just taking pictures, I'm just taking insurance!" Lin Feng endured his anger and said, after all, a mere cell phone is not worth living too much.

The young man gave Lin Feng a disdainful look.

"Take insurance? I don't need it, sir! Do you know who I am, sir?"

The young man pointed at himself and said arrogantly.

Lin Feng sneered, just as he wanted to settle accounts with him, but unexpectedly reported his family name, and immediately became interested.

"I really don't know, why don't you tell me?"

"My lord, I am the son of the Lin family, Lin Feng!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of salt soda.

He is Lin Feng, so who is he? Did he jump out of a crack in the stone?

"Really? I'm so scared!" Lin Feng said calmly.

The young man who pretended to be Lin Feng felt even more proud when he heard Lin Feng say this.

"It's fine if you know you're afraid. Here's 2,000 yuan, enough for your broken tram. Don't bother with Laozi! Garbage!" The young man pulled out a stack of red bills and threw it on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng frowned.

Then he bent over to pick up the money, after all, insulting and destroying money is against the law.

The young man couldn't help laughing when he saw Lin Feng picking up money like a dog on the ground.

"Haha! Poor comparison! How dare you come to the auction, I really don't know what to do!"

The young man deliberately stepped on a piece of money, embarrassing Lin Feng, to see if Lin Feng would pick up the money.

Lin Feng saw the dirty feet in front of him, resisting the urge to grab them and throw them aside, and said solemnly, "I'll give you one last chance to take your dirty feet away!"

The young man felt even more happy when he saw Lin Feng was angry.

"I won't, I'll see what you can do to me!"

When Lin Feng was about to start, Wang Lao's voice sounded behind him.

"Brother Lin, hurry up, the auction is about to start!"

Wang Lao really doesn't understand what Lin Feng and a little brat are doing here.

When the young man heard that the auction was about to start, he immediately became serious, stopped making trouble with Lin Feng, and hurriedly walked into the venue.

Lin Feng picked up the money, sorted it out, and handed it over to Mr. Wang's subordinates.

"Keep it safe!"

The subordinate looked at Wang Lao, Wang Lao nodded, and then the subordinate put away the money.

The two entered the auction.

"There is an auction item this time, but it is a treasure. You can help me take a good look at it later!" Wang Lao urged.

Lin Feng nodded with a serious expression, something that Wang Lao could pay attention to must be something extraordinary.

After everyone took their seats, the lights in the auction room suddenly went out, and then the lights on the stage came on.

An auction item in a glass case appears.

Soon a slender woman with a face like a peach blossom came up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon!"

"Our auction officially begins!"

"The first collection to be auctioned today is Tang Dynasty Tang Sancai, everyone..."

Although it's not bad, Lin Feng saw Wang Lao's appearance and knew that this was not what Wang Lao wanted, and then the following rooms were mediocre, which made Lin Feng more and more curious. what is it like.

When Lin Feng was drowsy, he was woken up by Wang Lao.

Lin Feng half-opened his eyes and turned to look at Wang Lao.

At this moment, Wang Lao's expression cannot be described as ecstatic.

Lin Feng looked at the stage.

"The next item in the collection can be said to be the treasure at the bottom of the box today. This item is a painting and calligraphy, but you can never imagine whose painting it is!"

The auctioneer slowly unfolded the painting, and the mystery was revealed.

"This is the masterpiece of Wu Daozi, a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty, "The Scroll of Eighty-seven Immortals."

Almost everyone on the scene gasped.

"Eighty-seven Immortals" is a scroll of line drawing figures on silk. It shows off 87 line drawing portraits of Taoist figures, each of which is lifelike, like a real person. Although there is no text, it gives people a strong sense of picture.

A glance at Lin Feng's golden perspective reveals six billion!

Who can afford this!

"Is this affordable?" Lin Feng looked at Wang Lao.

Wang Lao shook his head, then motioned to Lin Feng to continue listening.

"The replica!"

There was a sudden sigh of sighing off the court. Originally, everyone was looking forward to it, but they didn't expect it to be an authentic work.

But since it is not an authentic work, why did the words 6 billion flash in Lin Feng's eyes?

Lin Feng sensed something was wrong.

Taking a closer look, Lin Feng found that there was still a piece of paper in this replica, but because the brush and ink overlapped, it was impossible to see what was drawn inside, but it must be worth six billion, that is the thing.

"Old Wang, listen to me, no matter how much money you have, you must photograph it!"

Wang Lao nodded, "Of course! But if it is higher than the original value, then forget it!"

"Lin Feng, what do you think of this replica?"

Lin Feng looked around and found that no one noticed him, so he lowered his head and said to Wang Lao: "There is another mystery in it, be sure to take a picture!"

Wang Lao turned his head and looked at Lin Feng in surprise.

"really?"

Lin Feng nodded.

The auctioneer continued: "The starting price is 300,000 RMB!"

Even if it is a replica, it is really rare that it can be reproduced so vividly, so there are many people who are willing to pay for auction.

Of course, among the placards, it is inevitable that there will not be some people who estimate the price to go up.

Seeing that the auction price has reached 30 million.

The auctioneer did not seem to have expected that such a replica would be auctioned for such a high price.

Wang Lao didn't want to waste any more time, so he simply said: "One hundred million!"

The auctioneer's eyes widened, looking at Wang Lao with disbelief.

"One hundred million! Is there any more to come?"

"One hundred million times!"

"One hundred million twice!"

"One hundred million three times!"

As the auction hammer struck the third time, the auctioneer said loudly, "Congratulations to this gentleman on the reprint of Wu Daozi's Scroll of Eighty-Seven Immortals!"

Everyone looked at Wang Lao as if they were looking at a fool again, but who was stupid and who was wise, we couldn't tell the difference at this time.

The auctioneer then took out the last lot.

"Next is the last auction item, a five-hundred-year-old ginseng with a starting price of five million!"

Five-hundred-year-old ginseng is nothing but to keep fit. Most of the people who buy it are for gifts.

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