Walking out of Pinghai Building, Wang Le called a taxi and prepared to go home.

Right now, he's covered in blood, and it's not suitable for wandering outside, so it's better to go home as soon as possible to clean himself up.

After returning home, Wang Le first took a bath, and then lay on the bed and looked at the bank card with 200,000 yuan in it, and was silent for a long time.

Wang Le thought that not long ago, he was still an ordinary person, and he could also be said to be a very failed person.

Wang Le, who used to be in poverty, had low academic performance, poor physical fitness, an unhappy family, no sense of existence, and no meaning. Every day, he is like a walking corpse, and in the eyes of others, he is a poor student with dicks.

Now, Wang Le can finally change his life with his own ability.

Wang Le looked at the bank card in his hand and secretly swore: "I don't want to be looked down upon by others anymore, I want to rely on my own ability to make my life better!"

With this oath, Wang Le fell into a deep sleep, this was the first time he slept in so many days, he had been practicing the sword technique a few days ago, although he would not be tired even if he cultivated, but today he was tired not of his body, but of his heart.

In the dream, in the depths of darkness, a boy in a suit and leather shoes is sitting in front of a chair at the moment, flipping through a heavy ancient book.

Wang Le looked at the boy and was a little puzzled for a while, this was the first time he had slept in a few days, but it was also the first time he had dreamed of this boy.

Wang Le slowly walked towards the boy, who seemed to sense that someone was approaching, but his eyes were still on the ancient book.

Wang Le looked at the boy in front of him carefully, with a delicate face and a decent dress, very much like a young boy who loved and had a good family in a rich family.

"You're finally here. The boy said calmly.

Wang Le was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he had dreamed of this boy, and he didn't know if it would have anything to do with his star map.

"Who are you?"

The boy closed the book and stood up from the chair, his height seemed to be around 1.5 meters, and his face was about 10 years old.

"I am the master of the Star Chart. The boy said calmly.

"What, who are you?" Wang Le looked at the boy suspiciously.

The next moment, Wang Le suddenly felt that there was an invisible force behind him that was attracting him, he wanted to stand firm, but unfortunately the force of attraction was too great, he couldn't stand it, he retreated again and again, and slowly approached in the direction of attraction.

The boy smiled slightly: "You'll know when you light up the other stars." ”

Wang Le looked dazed, he didn't understand what the boy meant, he just wanted to continue to ask, but the next moment he was pulled away from this dark place by Ju Li.

Wang Le woke up from the dream in disbelief, it was already morning when he opened his eyes, he didn't know what the young man wanted to express, but the other party said that he would not know until he lit up the other stars, it seemed that there was a huge secret hidden behind it.

Wang Le adjusted his condition, washed up, got dressed and was ready to go out, but he didn't plan to go directly to school.

This morning, he was going to buy himself a new outfit and change the furniture in his house. Now that you have money, you can improve your living conditions.

After coming to the mall, Wang Le bought two casual jackets and jeans, and changed himself into a new pair of sneakers, this time he could finally buy genuine shoes.

After buying the clothes, Wang Le changed all his outfits, and then stuffed his old clothes into the bag, and now he has a feeling of a handsome guy after some dressing.

After buying clothes, Wang Le was going to go to the floor where electrical appliances were sold to buy some electrical appliances for his home to add to the atmosphere of his home.

But just when he was halfway there, he found a group of onlookers watching something at the door of a storefront, Wang Le walked over curiously and found that it was two men arguing.

One of the men looked to be in his thirties, and looked like he was the owner of the shop, while the other looked a little older, in his fifties, and was accompanied by an extremely good-looking woman, who seemed to be his daughter.

The name of this shop is Wenyan Pavilion, it is a store that sells calligraphy and paintings, Wang Le actually doesn't understand why there are always people who like to collect these calligraphy and paintings, and they can't eat them, so they can only take them to see.

The old man's face was flushed, his whole body was trembling with anger, he was holding a pair of calligraphy and paintings in his hand, and he was arguing with the shopkeeper: "I specially asked someone to check this calligraphy and painting, it is a fake, and you actually tricked me into buying it at a price of 200,000 yuan, this is not good! You must return the money to me!"

The shopkeeper looked at the old man, with a calm face and no panic in his heart; "I said old man, what we do business about is integrity, don't talk nonsense, otherwise I will call the police to arrest you, I think you secretly changed the calligraphy and painting to blackmail me!"

"You... You are talking nonsense, you liar, this is obviously the one that was sold to me!" the old man couldn't help but cough twice.

"Dad, it's okay, let's call the police, a liar like him will be handed over to the police to deal with!" The stunningly beautiful woman who followed the old man opened her mouth, and she stepped forward and gently pushed the old man's back.

"Then call the police, obviously you want to blackmail Lao Tzu with fakes, I can sit upright, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" said the shopkeeper without fear.

"You shameless villain!" the old man almost couldn't kick his breath and quickly covered his chest.

At this moment, a man carrying a large bag and a small bag walked over, he was handsome, well-dressed, and looked like he had an extraordinary atmosphere.

"Old man, can you let me take a look at this painting?" Wang Le walked up to the old man.

The old man was speechless for a while, but his daughter said, "Look." ”

After getting the other party's consent, Chen Yexin took over the calligraphy and painting, he actually didn't understand calligraphy and painting, but he also understood that some of the requirements for calligraphy and painting on handwriting were extremely delicate, and it was also necessary to analyze from the seal and color, but these are not the key, the key is that Wang Le has similar perspective ability.

Wang Le turned on the spiritual vision and glanced at the scroll, although on the surface this calligraphy and painting is really nothing, but through the spiritual vision Wang Le can clearly find that this calligraphy and painting has an obvious compartment, very subtle, and it is the kind that will not be noticed at all.

"Boss, can you borrow a knife, the kind that cuts paper. Wang Le looked at the shopkeeper.

The boss was a little puzzled, but he still handed Wang Le a knife, he actually knew that this was a fake, so he happened to meet an old man with bad eyes and sold it, no matter how he said it now, he would not return the money, of course, he would not admit that this was his family's calligraphy and painting.

The onlookers couldn't help but snicker when they saw Wang Le pick up the knife and slash at the calligraphy and painting.

"Young man, if you don't understand, it's better not to be blind, if there is no evidence at this time, people will blame you. ”

"That's right, young man, you can't do things blindly!"

Seeing Wang Le's action of cutting calligraphy and painting, the old man and his daughter did not stop it, they felt that this calligraphy and painting was fake anyway, and it didn't matter what happened.

Wang Le's fingers are very steady and draw to the side of the calligraphy and painting, the movement is subtle, and the threads are slow, which can only be done by Wang Le.

Wang Le gently drew a small opening, and then the top of the calligraphy and painting began to leak out slightly.

Wang Le looked at the shopkeeper again: "Boss, are you sure that this calligraphy and painting is not from your shop?"

"That's for sure, how could I possibly sell fakes, my shop is all genuine. The boss said with certainty that he would not admit that he was selling fakes if he was killed now, so he would not admit that this calligraphy and painting belonged to theirs.

"Well, since the boss has said so, then this painting should be the old man's. Wang Le said categorically.

"You..." the old man looked at Wang Le angrily and was a little speechless, he thought that Wang Le was here to help him, but he didn't expect it to be a helper.

"You're the boss's accomplice, and you're still pretending here!" said the old man's pretty daughter dissatisfied.

Wang Le didn't care, smiled slightly, pinched the corner of the calligraphy and painting, and tore off the sticky paper.

The next moment, another picture began to appear on the calligraphy and painting, the paper was old and classical, the handwriting was neat and delicate, and everyone was shocked!