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Tang Yin belonged to the Ming Dynasty Wumen School of Painting, one of the four Wumen schools, the grandmaster of the painting world at that time, and his works were the three most enthusiastic masters of collectors in the past dynasties.

"How much does this painting cost?" Wu Dong asked.

Seeing that he hadn't even opened the painting and was about to buy it, the stall owner was stunned for a moment. But the more this happened, the more he didn't dare to overquote the price. These paintings were stolen from the house of a wealthy man in Nanyang and fled all the way there. He is very short of money now, and in order to make a move as soon as possible, the asking price is not particularly high.

He was illiterate, and he didn't understand the value of painting, but he only knew that this painting was very valuable, and in his cognition, this should be at the level of tens of millions. So he thought about it and said, "Five million." ”

Wu Dong nodded secretly, this everyone's work, even the cheapest work should be millions, and his price is not high. If he buys it, he at least won't suffer.

After thinking about it, he said, "I want five million, transfer or cash?"

At this time, he was prepared and borrowed some cash from Xu Zihui.

The stall owner: "Transfer the money, I'll give you the account number." ”

Wu Dong's bank account often goes in and out of larger remittances, and the amount of authority is relatively large, so he transferred 5 million to that account on the spot.

After receiving the SMS prompt, the stall owner nodded, handed the painting to Wu Dong, then looked left and right, and said, "Friend, because I am in a hurry to use money, this painting will be sold cheaply." I'll have some things when it's all set up over there. If a friend wants to, you can contact me. As he spoke, he handed Wu Dong a note with his phone number on it.

This man has almost emptied the collector's belongings of the Nanyang collector, and when he settles down, he will cash them out one after another. If you are looking for a stable and reliable buyer, it is the best.

He saw that Wu Dong was generous and seemed to know how to paint, and if he could cooperate with him for a long time, it would be a good thing for both parties.

Wu Dong smiled: "Okay." I'll get back to you in a week. ”

Seeing that Wu Dong spent five million as soon as he came up, Xu Zihui was slightly surprised, and he asked, "Brother, whose work is this painting?"

Wu Dongdao: "The works of Tang Yin, the four families of Wumen, are of high value. ”

Xu Zihui wondered in his heart, the painting had not been opened from beginning to end, how did he know that it was Tang Yin's work? Before he could ask, Wu Dong had already walked to another stall.

There are two bronze swords placed on it, one has the breath of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the other has the breath of the Han Dynasty. Both swords are not rusty, and the hilt of one of them is intact.

Wu Dong asked the price, it was only 250,000, he did not hesitate and bought it on the spot.

After walking more than a hundred meters, he stopped for the third time.

At this time, in front of him, there was an old Taoist priest who couldn't be older, as if he was napping.

In front of him lay a golden needle, about fifteen centimeters long, with tiny patterns engraved on it, which he would not have been able to see if it weren't for his good eyesight. There is also a book next to the golden needle, and there are four ancient characters written on the book, Wu Dong studied hard before, but he can also recognize it, it is the four words "Taiyi Needle Method".

He crouched down, picked up the golden needle and asked, "How can it be sold?"

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy, and he opened his mouth and said, "Fifty million." ”

Then he pointed to the book: "This stitch method is 150 million. “

Wu Dong's heart moved, his gaze penetrated the book cover, imprinted all the further content into his mind, and asked Lao Dao: "What is the purpose of this needle?"

Old Taoist: "This needle is a fairy baby." ”

Immortal baby? Wu Dong was skeptical, whether to buy it, he was a little hesitant, a needle actually cost 50 million, which was really too expensive.

He had already written down the Taiyi acupuncture method, and the first page was written about the needle application process, which seemed to require true qi to urge.

So, he held the golden needle and tried to urge the true qi, and suddenly he felt that the true qi was pouring into the golden needle continuously.

He was taken aback, knowing that this needle was extraordinary, he immediately stopped transporting it, and said lightly: "I want this needle." ”

After the transfer, he put the needle in the box and got up to leave.

The old Taoist priest asked, "Don't you want this acupuncture?"

Wu Dong smiled: "I don't have enough money, I'll come back another day." ”

The old Taoist priest smiled, said no more, and continued to nap.

The two continued to walk forward, Xu Zihui was a little incomprehensible, and asked, "Brother, are you too impulsive to buy a needle for 50 million?"

Wu Dong said: "This needle is not simple, I will talk to the third brother in detail when I go back." ”

Later, Wu Dong encountered a lot of calligraphy, painting and writing, but unfortunately the price was too high. It was only when he walked to the other end of the factory that he found a very personal atmosphere, which felt somewhat familiar.

It was a humble stall. Under the eye, it was a painting of Huang Tingjian's handwriting, which was stamped with the seals of collectors from various calendars. Wu Dong didn't know much about Huang Tingjian, so he asked, "How much is this?"

The stall owner was actually a teenager, and when Wu Dong arrived, he was playing with his mobile phone on the ground, and he said without raising his head: "Thirty thousand." ”

Wu Dong was taken aback, thirty thousand?

He asked, "Whose work is this?"

"I don't know. The boy said impatiently, "Do you want to buy it?" ”

Wu Dong was speechless for a while, he swept his eyes, and found that there were dozens of calligraphy and paintings on this young man's stall, but only this one had the atmosphere of the times, and the others were all modern.

He blinked and said, "I'll buy this." ”

The boy held out his hand: "Cash." ”

Wu Dong took out 30,000 cash and handed it over, and the young man showed a smile and handed him the painting happily.

Wu Dong shook his head secretly, and he didn't know which family this young man was, so he actually took Huang Tingjian's words and sold them. Although he didn't know Huang Tingjian's market, he also knew that it was definitely not something that could be bought for tens of thousands of yuan.

He didn't ask, because the first trading rule in the black market was Mo Future.

Take this picture, this black market has no value, he said: "Third brother, let's go." ”

Xu Zihui naturally agreed, and the four of them came out of the black market and returned the same way.

After getting into the car, Xu Zihui asked, "Brother Dong, it seems that you are worth a lot of money." I can't buy a needle for 50 million. ”

Xu Zihui smiled, he took out the golden needle, and after urging the true qi. The needle suddenly twisted and glowed with a faint golden light.

Xu Zihui's eyes were straight, and he muttered, "This is ......"

Wu Dong thought for a while and said, "I think it should be something similar to a magic weapon, I haven't figured out its principle yet, and I'll tell the third brother when I understand it." ”

Xu Zihui nodded, admiring Wu Dong more and more in his heart.

That night, he stayed at a hotel arranged by Xu Zihui for one night.

It didn't matter if he bought a few paintings, his mind was all on the gold needle. According to the description of the Taiyi needle method, he urged the golden needle with true qi, and vaguely, there was a trace of induction between his mind and the golden needle.

He slowly let go of his hand, and the golden needle was actually suspended in the air, like a golden thread. As soon as his mind moved, the golden needle fell to the ground again.

"This Taiyi acupuncture method is not like acupuncture. He muttered, "It's like a secret weapon." ”

For most of the night, he studied acupuncture and didn't sleep until the early hours of the morning.

As soon as he got up the next day, Liu Biao hurriedly came to see him and said that Liu Guang was dead.

That Liu Guang was originally paraplegic in bed, and his physique was very poor, but now he has been so seriously irradiated that he has survived to a great fortune teller now.

Wu Dong was very emotional, and he asked Liu Biao to help take care of the aftermath.

At noon, Liu Biao called again and said that Liu Guang's mother was also dead. She could have lasted a while, but the death of her son hit her hard. If there is no hope in people's hearts, it is difficult to live.