"Lying down, why do you want more than 20,000!"

It's just that the blood sugar is excessive, and after Chen Xiu woke up, he added a few pieces of chocolate and was discharged from the hospital without adding a drip of salt water.

Sitting in the taxi, Chen Xiu was a little depressed, entering the hospital twice a day, spending more than 20,000 yuan each time, especially the same examination.

I really regret that I didn't apply for medicine before, and being a doctor is really faster than robbing a bank!

"Sir, I don't need to turn around and go back to the hospital this time. ”

It's such a coincidence, the taxi driver is still the same driver as before, Chen Xiubai glanced at it, and he had to sigh if there were no other doctors and taxis in Shacheng.

"No need, one CT500 and one A-CT500, the price is clear!" Chen Xiu said helplessly.

"Haha......" The taxi driver burst into laughter: "Sir, if you are hospitalized at this rate, you will soon be able to become a self-taught doctor!"

“......”

Chen Xiu was speechless for a while, today I really don't know if it is lucky or unlucky, I should be happy to find the correct way to use the mysterious aura, but I almost hung up twice.

That's a lot of money!

"Chen Xiu, why don't you go to the magic capital with me, and I'll find an expert to help you check it out. ”

fainted twice in a row, which still scared Tang Yuanyuan a little, she was still a little worried about Chen Xiu's body, especially about the medical system in this second- and third-tier city.

Chen Xiu's eyes rolled, a thought came to his mind, and his face suddenly became gloomy, and he first let out a long sigh of "eh~".

"What's wrong!"

Tang Yuanyuan was even more worried and held Chen Xiu's arm.

"At this point, I can't hide it from you anymore. ”

Chen Xiu pretended to be very helpless and sad and said: "Actually, I have had type 1 diabetes since I was a child, and this disease has not been treated, so I can only use insulin to control it.

Yuanyuan, you're a good girl.

There's really no need to like me as a sick man, I can't give you happiness!

Go back to the magic capital, and you can find better people and live a better life on your terms.

At your level, money and status are no longer important, and the most important thing is that your partner has a healthy body!

Go ahead, I'm not the one to like. ”

Tang Yuanyuan's face turned red, but he said anxiously: "What nonsense are you talking about, I won't leave you." I like you, whether you're healthy or sick!"

Speaking excitedly, he held Chen Xiu's arm tightly, and half of his face was buried in Chen Xiu's arm.

"Lie down!"

Chen Xiu originally just wanted to dispel Tang Yuanyuan's thoughts about himself like this, but who knew that her simple words made Chen Xiu speechless for a while, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

"Young man, I am really lucky to have such a girlfriend, I must cherish it! I have been driving a taxi for more than 30 years, and I have carried many patients. How many couples have died because of their partner's poor health.

There are really few people with a good heart like this young lady!

I'm telling you that I've really found a treasure, and I must cherish it!"

The taxi driver sighed and persuaded Chen Xiu, and Chen Xiu had to respond with a "hmm".

In my heart, I thought that Tang Yuanyuan behaved so gently and considerately, if I told her, in fact, this disease was a lie to you, just to let you not bother me!

I wonder if she'll push herself out of the car in anger!

At this time, Tang Yuanyuan buried his head on his shoulder like a bird, he wanted to struggle away, and he couldn't bear to destroy this warm picture, and Wang Zilin's picture flashed in his mind.

......

"Chen Xiu, where are you?"

"At the door of the hotel, what are you doing?"

Chen Xiu and Tang Yuanyuan returned to the hotel, and Gong Daoming called.

"Come up to the hotel's exhibition hall!" Gong Daoming looked anxious on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Wang Jingyu is here to smash the field!"

", a second ancestor who eats and waits for death, you're afraid of balling him. Just get out of here!"

"No! He's smashing the scene this time. ”

"What kind of literary drama?"

He took a piece of Zheng Sixiao's "Melantu" in the Yuan Dynasty, saying that he was going to put our auction house to auction at tomorrow's auction, the low price was 3.5 million, and the price started at 100,000 yuan each time, and it was 35 points for our auction house. ”

Generally, the auction house and the third party take out the auction of things for about 10 to 30 points. Of course, it depends on the value of the auctioned items, and the lower the value, the higher the point.

Zheng Sixiao is a master of freehand landscape painting in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty, and his works are generally not less than 10 million in the historical records of previous auctions, and "Melantu" is one of his representative works.

It is conservatively estimated that about 20 million is a reasonable price.

Of course, this is still the preference of the rich in Shacheng, if it is put to an internationally renowned auction house such as Sotheby's Hong Kong Island to bid, it is estimated that it can be at a premium of about 20%.

For auction items like this that exceed 10 million, the average seller is willing to give 5 points, and if 35 points are auctioned for 20 million, the Monk Auction House can earn 7 million.

Giving such a high number of points is obviously not in line with the market conditions!

"It's a fool to have money and not make money, let people identify the painting well, and kill him as long as it's genuine!"

The problem is that none of the three appraisers in our auction house can tell whether this painting is real or fake, and now Wang Jingyu's kid is clamoring, saying that if we can't even identify the authenticity of a painting, tomorrow's auction will not be held!

This kid also brought a lot of reporters over, if we really can't tell the real from the fake, this face is really embarrassing!"

"Okay, I'll come up right away!"

......

"Mr. Gong, whether this "Melan Tu" is real or fake, whether you accept it or not, you can give a quasi-word!"

"You are such a big auction house, you can't identify a single painting!"

"I really can't identify it?!"

"And how many of the things you're auctioning off tomorrow are fakes?"

"Oh my God, isn't this deceiving consumers!"

"Fellow reporters, record it and report it truthfully, don't let Ansan Laoqian fool people and our kind people in Shacheng!"

"I think this 'Monk Auction House' is a fraud!"

“......”

As soon as Chen Xiu and Tang Yuanyuan came to the exhibition hall of the hotel, they heard Wang Jingyu nagging and urging Gong Daoming.

Gong Daoming's face was so angry that he couldn't see where he went, so he just smoked his cigar silently and didn't make a sound.

He has been up and down in the business world for many years, and he knows the truth that if he talks too much, he will lose a word before he has an answer, and any words he will let Wang Jingyu bring reporters with ulterior motives to catch the handle.