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Hee Lo was about to lose all hope.    

He did not care about the two thousand dollars.    

It was mainly because he had gone through a lot of trouble and didn't get anything. It was a huge blow to him.    

However, he did not expect to see the blue sky after pushing aside the clouds.    

What the hell is this painting?    

To be able to hide inside the porcelain, it shouldn't be an ordinary existence, right?    

Ye Fan smiled, picked up the painting, and opened it in front of everyone.    

"Hiss!"    

Instantly, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.    

They were all veterans who had been in the Ancient Dong Market all year round.    

Regarding such authentic works, one glance was more or less accurate.    

"It's actually... Zhao Mengfu's painting, this... How is this possible?"    

"Awesome, it's simply awesome! He bought a painting of Zhao Mengfu for two thousand yuan, and he won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life."    

Hee Lo didn't know much about history, so he hurriedly asked.    

"Boss, who is Zhao Mengfu? Is he very awesome?"    

Ye Fan said indifferently, "Zhao Mengfu is one of the Four Great Clans, Great Ancestor Song Kuang Yin's eleventh grandson. He can be considered an extraordinary person."    

" He is knowledgeable and is good at poetry and literature. He knows economics and works in calligraphy. He is skilled in drawing, and is skilled in gold and stone. He is able to understand and appraise the law. In particular, his calligraphy and painting achievements are the highest, creating a new style in the first generation. He was known as the "Crown of Yuan Men." In painting, there was nothing that could be done about mountains and rivers, people, flowers and birds, bamboo and horses; crafts, calligraphy, green, ink; There is nothing that cannot be done. "    

"A few years ago, one of his words was sold for 130 million yuan. Although it is not a masterpiece, it should not be a problem to sell it for 100 million yuan."    

"How... how much?"    

Even Hee Lo, who was a rich second generation, was shocked by the huge number.    

"100 million? If we each get half of it, it will be fifty million."    

"Dad, Mom, your son actually earned 50 million. Do you dare to believe it?"    

Hee Lo was so excited that his eyes were filled with tears.    

"Little brother, can you come to the shop and carefully observe the paintings?"    

"Yes, come to my shop. It's just ten meters away."    

Many people scrambled to speak, afraid that they would miss the chance to view the painting.    

Of course, most of them wanted to buy the painting at a cheap price to gain profit from it.    

Han Mosheng clenched his fists tightly.    

He had stepped on dog shit. He could earn hundreds of millions just by buying a fake antique.    

It was too unfair.    

Ye Fan was secretly delighted.    

This amount of money was not much to him, but he felt a sense of accomplishment and superiority.    

The Fiery Golden Eyes Technique was really useful.    

Otherwise, even he wouldn't have been able to discover such details.    

Ye Fan shook his head. "Thank you for your good intentions, but I'm going to enjoy it myself."    

Everyone was disappointed, but they could not help but ask.    

"Little brother, why are you so determined to buy this painting?"    

"Could it be that you noticed something earlier?"    

Because Ye Fan was not a fool.    

Why would he buy counterfeits even though he knew they were counterfeits? Was it really for the sake of listening to the sound?    

He must have seen through something to buy the counterfeits.    

Ye Fan smiled. "When I asked the owner about the source of the vase, do you remember?"    

"Most of you don't believe me, but I believe what he said is the truth."    

"The owner's eyes were quite clear at that time."    

"Also, that kind of father, who has both good morals and good karma, fell because of his son's gambling debt. He lost his integrity at a later stage."    

"And he deliberately created crude crafts. I think he must have wanted to hide something for the fated person."    

"Where can he hide the vase? It's nothing more than a structure. That's why I smashed the vase in front of everyone."    

Everyone sighed.    

It sounded very simple, but in reality, it was a thorough analysis of human nature. It was also a gamble.    

Two thousand dollars was very little.    

But no matter how rich he was, he wouldn't take two thousand dollars to listen to a sound.    

Not to mention having money to burn, wouldn't it be nice to buy firecrackers?    

"Hmph, deliberately mystifying me! I'm just f * cking lucky."    

Han Mosheng rolled his eyes angrily and turned around to leave.    

"Boss, do you need me to contact the auction house? Auction the painting?" Hee Lo asked anxiously.    

"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you short of money?"    

"No, but I want to show my father that his son is not useless."    

Hee Lo's words were somewhat heart-wrenching.    

Ye Fan had asked him to learn business, but he did not arrange any important positions for him.    

On the one hand, he wanted him to settle down.    

On the other hand, he wanted him to receive more disdain. After all, although the rich second generation said it was nice, it was actually not a nice word.    

He was not as happy as he had imagined.    

"Who said you can't make money?"    

Ye Fan smiled faintly. "It just so happens that I am short of a general manager position. Do you want me to give it to you?"    

"What general manager?"    

Hee Lo's eyes lit up.    

He desperately wanted to work and earn money, but he did not want to use his family's reputation.    

That was why he had been hiding his strength and biding his time, waiting for an opportunity.    

Ye Fan was giving him a huge opportunity.    

"En, Huiteng Building's general manager usually collects rent or something."    

"This is your early work. Later, I might start a new company and business in the building. You might even have to work part-time."    

"Hui... Teng Building? It's yours?"    

"Yeah."    

"Boss, why are you so rich?"    

Hee Lo smiled bitterly.    

He already knew that he couldn't compare with Ye Fan.    

But he didn't expect the gap between them to be so huge.    

Ye Fan's invisible assets were too much, it even made people feel fear.    

"Cut the crap. Do you want to do it or not?"    

"Of course I want to do it. When will I take over?"    

"Tomorrow."    

"Okay."    

Hee Lo seemed to be filled with endless energy.    

"As for this painting, leave it to me. I will transfer half of the money to you as soon as I buy it."    

Zhao Mengfu's painting was an art, and it was also a treasure of Huaxia.    

He didn't want it to spread outside.    

Therefore, Ye Fan felt that it was more reliable to find a seller himself.    

"Alright, let's go."    

Putting away the painting, Ye Fan and Ye Fan were about to leave.    

However, they were immediately stopped by the previous owner.    

He said with a hateful expression, "You f * cking set me up!"    

"Where did you start from?" Ye Fan shrugged.    

"You knew there was something inside, so why didn't you say it?"    

Ye Fan smiled coldly.    

"Then why didn't you say it when you knew it was a fake?"    

"This..."    

The boss was at a loss for words.    

He was trying to get a girlfriend, so of course he couldn't say it. Otherwise, who would buy it?    

Similarly, Ye Fan was doing it for the painting inside, so he naturally wouldn't say it out loud.    

He understood all the reasons.    

However, he was still unwilling to give up on the fight for the painting.    

"Don't do that. I haven't investigated the matter of you lying to me previously."    

Hee Lo said coldly.    

Many people in the Ancient Dong Market had heard of his name.    

There were only a few people who dared to provoke him.    

Today, the boss had kicked a steel plate.    

The boss quickly smiled apologetically.    

He knew that this painting had nothing to do with him anymore.    

Otherwise, not only would he not get any money, he would also easily lose his life.    

"Young Master He, aren't you treating me like an outsider? I've already said that I want to make friends with you... Actually, I know that there are paintings inside!"    

How could Hee Lo believe his nonsense?    

"Get lost, don't disturb my eyes."