Supreme Daddy

As a professional host, he soon started a new auction. Nothing after that was interesting to Ling Yun, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

Anyway, he just came here to take a look, casually showing off the little guys.

Soon it was almost the end, and the host took out the last item without any ink and started the auction.

"Everyone has something to say now. The last antique is a famous painting by Mr. Zheng from the Ming Dynasty. The starting price is eight million."

Many people were a little confused when they heard the last auction item. It was obviously not the finale at the beginning.

However, considering the consistent style of auctions, where only better things are the final items, no one had much doubts.

Mr. Zheng’s paintings made everyone sigh when they heard this!

"Whoever is so generous will donate all Mr. Zheng's paintings."

"Tsk tsk... We don't understand the world of rich people."

"I have doubts about whether it is genuine or not."

The host smiled and said: "There is no doubt, it is definitely authentic. Our character is very guaranteed!"

"Can we watch it?"

"Of course you can. Real gold is not afraid of fire. Come, come, come and take a look at Mr. Zheng's famous painting, Little Bridge and Flowing Water!"

"Wow...it's true. This painting is amazing."

"This is my first time seeing it. I have no regrets in this life."

Hearing this, everyone joined in the fun and followed him. This little guy was quite a gossip, and he crawled out of Ling Yun's arms clumsily.

"Daddy, wait for me here. I'll be back soon."

As she spoke, she pulled Beibei into the crowd to look at Mr. Zheng's paintings.

"Eh! Generally speaking, it's still fake." The little guy frowned and looked at the painting on the table with half-squinted eyes.

Her eyesight is very good, and this painting is a high imitation, which is commonly known as a fake painting. It can be said that it is fake and real.

Beibei said with a look of disgust: "At this level, I can draw better than him with one hand!"

Everyone: "..."

"Kid, go on your way."

"Boom!"

Someone who didn't like the little guy hit her on the head, and the latter raised her eyes as if she had just been bitten by a mosquito.

This man had a painful look on his face and his hands were numb, it was so painful.

"Are you hitting me?" the little guy asked, blinking.

"Oops...no...not...not me."

The man was hesitant, sweating profusely, and did not dare to look directly into the little guy's eyes. The latter shook his head and said that if he didn't understand him, he wouldn't know how to die.

Beibei said: "This is fake. Are you stupid? You still treat it as a treasure."

"What do you know, kid? Go find your parents and cause trouble."

"Young child stars are a little cuter. When you grow up, you will understand what art is." An old man laughed.

"You don't understand, what is this art? I can draw better than you." Beibei dismissed it.

Hearing this, some people were not happy after drinking. What kind of bragging rights could a child have?

"Kid, although you are young, we don't care, but if you say this, some people will be unhappy."

Hearing this, Ling Yun laughed and said: "Are you afraid that a child will surpass your idol, or are you afraid that this child will be too outstanding and you will not care at all?"

"Or are you saying that you don't like her?"

Faced with the questioning of the sit-in, everyone laughed!

So what if a child can draw? If he only knows some characters and trees, what kind of realm can he achieve?

"Looking after a child? Although I can't draw, I can draw better than her with just one stroke. That's what you said."

"Insult us?"

"Brother Ling, it's your fault for saying this. That's Mr. Zheng from the Ming Dynasty. Are you lacking in culture?"

"That's right. It's better to go out and hang out without reading the book. It's better to be born with a good skin."

“Discussing these things with someone who doesn’t understand art will affect our mood of appreciating art.”

"This is a painting. I must take a picture of it. Just let me, an old man who is over a hundred years old, do it."

Hearing this, Ling Yun raised the corners of his mouth and said to everyone: "Don't believe it? How about we make a bet? This painting is worthless and cannot be compared to what this child painted."

Master Dong frowned, Ling Yun was clearly trying to undermine him, and then he took the lead and said, "Little friend Ling Yun, are you sure you are serious?"

"Yeah, why can't you play?"

Instead, Ling Yun looked at them with a smile.

"Can't you afford it?" the little guy pouted.

And Beibei also asked: "Can't you afford it?"

The corner of Da Jinya's mouth twitched. Little Eileen looked at him, and he had no choice but to say: "You are just here to fool around, right? You can't afford it?"

In fact, he just wanted to watch the show quietly, but he ended up getting involved and had no choice but to offend Mr. Dong.

Can't afford it?

hehe!

Hearing these words, Master Dong felt angry. When did he become someone who couldn't be played with? He was sure that Ling Yun was talking about him.

Who is Master Dong? He was once the boss of Jiangbei. He was not allowed to give any face to anyone. Now that Ling Yun has lost face, how can he feel embarrassed!

"You brat, you were really good tonight. I made a bet with you, but I don't know if you, a freeloader, can afford the bet." A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Mr. Dong's lips.

"Damn it, who do you think is eating soft food?"

Hearing this, Ling Yun didn't say anything, and Da Jinya couldn't stand it any longer. He just couldn't stand Dong Ye's behavior.

He really knew whether Ling Yun was a freeloader, so he got angry on Ling Yun's behalf first.

"Eating soft food is an art, and not everyone can afford it. For example, you... I'm afraid you won't be able to eat soft food or hard food in the future." Ling Yun said.

"Hahaha, let's give it a try. If I win, I want 10% of your group's shares, how about it." Dong Ye said.

Depend on!

Such a big bet!

Everyone gasped.

"That's a small amount, okay." Ling Yun smiled lightly!

He was most afraid that Mr. Dong would give in, but he was not at all afraid that the latter would open his mouth.

Everyone's glasses are about to fall off. Ten percent of a group's shares is too small?

Master Dong was stunned. He didn't expect Ling Yun to agree so readily. He was excited and sneered at the same time.

"Then I want someone to identify whether this painting is genuine or not. Master Gong, please excuse me." Mr. Dong nodded slightly to the old appraiser next to him.

This master craftsman is a famous appraiser in South China.

"Don't worry, we three old men will appraise it together. This painting by Mr. Zheng is absolutely authentic. It is Mr. Zheng's Little Bridge and Flowing Water. The year should be between 1723 and 1725."

"Look at this note. That's the poem he mentioned, and this seal..."

Hearing this, Ling Yun burst into laughter, as if hearing another big joke.