I became a villain, tall, rich and handsome

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

The young man put his head out and looked at it, and it was indeed the case.

"What's the matter? When you come to the auction house, there's someone riding an electric bike, and it's still green!" The young man had a look of disgust on his face.

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

"What are you taking a picture of? Who asked you to take a picture!" The young man clapped his hands and took the picture of Lin Feng's cell phone to the ground. The phone instantly fell into pieces and the screen was shattered into pieces.

"I'm just taking pictures and taking insurance!" Lin Feng said while holding back his anger. After all, just a mobile phone is not worth getting too angry about.

The young man glanced at Lin Feng with disdain.

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

The young man pointed his finger at himself and said arrogantly.

Lin Feng sneered. He happened to want to settle a score with him, but he unexpectedly announced his family name, and he suddenly became interested.

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

"Young master, I am the son of the Lin family, Lin Feng!"

When Lin Feng heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of salt soda.

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

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

The young man pretending to be Lin Feng felt even more proud when he heard what Lin Feng said.

"As long as you are afraid, here is two thousand yuan, which is enough for your shabby tram. Stop arguing with me! Trash!" The young man took out a wad of red bills and threw them on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng frowned.

Then he bent down and picked up the money. After all, it is illegal to insult or damage money.

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

"Haha! You are so poor! You dare to come to the auction, you are really ungrateful!"

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

When Lin Feng saw the dirty feet in front of him, he resisted the urge to pick them up and throw them aside. He said in a deep voice, "I'll give you one last chance to take your dirty feet away!"

When the young man saw Lin Feng angry, he felt even more happy.

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

When Lin Feng was about to take action, Mr. Wang's voice sounded behind him.

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

Mr. Wang really didn't understand what Lin Feng and a little kid were doing here.

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

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

"Keep it safe!"

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

The two entered the auction.

"There is an auction item this time that is a treasure. Please help me take a good look at it later!" Mr. Wang asked.

Lin Feng nodded with a serious look on his face. Something that could attract Mr. Wang's attention 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 turned on.

An auction item placed in a glass enclosure appears.

Soon a woman with a slim figure and a peach-shaped face walked up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon!"

"Our auction has officially begun!"

"The first collection to be auctioned today is the Tang Dynasty Tricolor Painting. Take a look..."

Although it was good, Lin Feng knew from the look on Mr. Wang's face that this was not what Mr. Wang wanted, and the next few items were also mediocre, making Lin Feng more and more curious as to what the treasures mentioned by Mr. Wang actually looked like. What does it look like.

When Lin Feng was drowsy, he was shaken awake by Mr. Wang.

Lin Feng turned to look at Mr. Wang with half-open eyes.

At this time, Mr. Wang's expression could not be described as ecstasy.

Lin Feng looked towards 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 will never guess whose painting it is!"

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

"This is the work of the famous Tang Dynasty painter Wu Daozi - "Eighty-seven Immortals"."

Almost everyone present gasped.

"Eighty-seven Immortals Scroll" is a scroll of line-drawn figures on silk. It shows off 87 line-drawn portraits of Taoist figures. Each one is lifelike, just like a real person. Although there are no words, it gives people a strong sense of picture.

Lin Feng took a look with his golden clairvoyance eyes and saw six billion floating on it!

Who can afford this!

"Can you afford this?" Lin Feng looked at Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang shook his head and then motioned to Lin Feng to continue listening.

"A replica of!"

There was a burst of boos in the audience. Everyone was looking forward to it, but they didn't expect that it was not an authentic work.

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

Lin Feng sensed something was wrong.

After taking a closer look, Lin Feng discovered that there was a piece of paper vaguely in the replica, but because the ink and ink overlapped, it was not clear what was drawn on it, but the thing that must be worth 6 billion was that thing.

"Mr. Wang, listen to me, no matter how much money you spend, you must take the photo!"

Mr. Wang 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 was paying attention to him, so he lowered his head and said to Mr. Wang: "There is a mystery in it, be sure to take a photo!"

Mr. Wang turned to look at Lin Feng in surprise.

"really?"

Lin Feng nodded.

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

Even if it is a replica, there are really very few that can reproduce it so lifelike, so there are many people who are willing to pay for the auction.

Of course, among the placards, it is inevitable that there will be some people who are trying to drive up the price.

Seeing that the auction price has reached 30 million.

The auctioneer didn't seem to expect that such a replica would fetch such a high price.

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

The auctioneer's eyes widened and he looked at Mr. Wang in disbelief.

"One hundred million! Is there any more to be paid?"

"Once in a hundred million!"

"Twice a hundred million!"

"Three times a hundred million!"

As the auction hammer struck for the third time, the auctioneer shouted: "Congratulations to this gentleman for winning the replica of Wu Daozi's "Eighty-Seven Immortals"!"

Everyone looked at Mr. Wang as if they were looking at another fool, but it was not clear who was the fool and who was the wiser at this time.

The auctioneer then brought out the last item.

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

Five-hundred-year-old ginseng can only be eaten to strengthen the body. Most people buy it as a gift.