Master Li Xian's face was slightly gloomy, he was quite fond of posteriors like Zhang Qiang, why did this kid also start to be superstitious?

Hua Rui glared at Insolence, she felt that he had no brains, why did he touch her teacher's moldy head?

Hua Rui immediately changed the topic and said: "Don't talk about that, but the painting of this portrait of the God of Wealth is still good." Look at how well the gold dust is used......"

Zhao Song on the side looked at the stamen. I looked at the arrogance again. This Miss Flower is a haughty person, how can she speak for a kid? Unless......

Zhao Song's eyes changed, but he echoed the stamen.

"This portrait of the God of Wealth is a masterpiece in terms of lines and colors. "

I just can't see the slightest artistic conception......

"It's just not like it. Zhang said arrogantly.

Zhao Song laughed, "Could it be that Zhang Shao, have you seen what the God of Wealth looks like?

Zhang laughed and said nothing.

"I bought this portrait of the God of Wealth, 30 million!" The pot-bellied rich businessman in the audience couldn't sit still and shouted on the spot.

Million!

Everyone gasped and stared at the rich merchant in amazement. 30 million for a painting?

Even if it is a painting of Master Li Xian, a master of Chinese painting, it is only tens of millions in the sky, right?

How could this painting be sold for this price?

Zhao Song couldn't sit still a little when he heard this. Thinking about this price, and then thinking about his price, Zhao Song felt that a knife had been plunged into his heart. He hurt terribly.

Zhang Mad touched his chin. The smile was long.

In the box not far away, the handsome and incomparable white-clothed boy slapped off the hand of the maid who was massaging him, his eyes fell on the portrait of the God of Wealth, and sneered: "Thirty million? Jiangbei is really too small, only 30 million want to get this portrait of the God of Wealth?"

At that time, his father just didn't believe in this, but said it was superstition. As a result, after the people got the portrait of the God of Wealth, they worshiped and offered incense every morning and evening, and the days were getting better and better, almost exceeding their Xu family's assets in just a few months.

My father regretted not doing it at the beginning, and asked him to buy it no matter how much it cost this time, and invite the God of Wealth into his house.

"Fifty million. The man in white thought of the money he brought, and he felt a little confident.

It is estimated that he will be nine times out of ten.

Everyone looked at the box that sounded in amazement, fifty million?

Is this portrait of the God of Wealth so valuable?

The wealthy businessman who was rubbing his jade wrench in the audience sneered and whispered to the people on the side: "50 million? 50 million is just the starting price of this portrait of the God of Wealth a few years ago! "

The people on the side were in an uproar.

Deng Changjiang jumped up and shouted directly: "Sixty million!"

Deng Changjiang's flesh hurts badly, but he is the only heir of the Deng family, and it is useless for him to have money when he dies. If he gave the painting to Zhang Mad , he would have to see if that Zhang Mad dared to harm him.

The maid of the white man walked to the open-air window. He said very confidently: "Seventy million." "

The boy in white listened to the noise below, and was very comfortable with Erlang's legs.

He brought more than 100 million this time, just for this portrait of the God of Wealth. This money. He can afford it.

"Is that the son-in-law of the Deng family?" the white-clothed boy glanced at and said.

He has some impressions of the Deng family, but he knows Deng Changjiang.

The man in white sneered: "Rob with me?"

Zhang Madness was not in a hurry or in a hurry to sit in the box, and was still leisurely drinking tea.

There was another knock on the door of the box, and the servant just now walked in again, crying and saying with a sad face: "Zhang Shao." Our family Deng Shao heard that you like this portrait of the God of Wealth, so I want to buy it for you and give it to you, and please let him live. The little one is kowtowing to you here. "

The servant "poofed". As soon as the bones were soft, he knelt on the ground, knocked his head a few times, and his forehead turned red instantly.

The box fell silent for a moment, and everyone's attention was drawn to the servant.

Zhang Qiang scolded Deng Changjiang in his heart for being a fool. This man is not afraid of anything else, but he is afraid of brain supplements! This brain made up for something, and I really thought that I was harmed by his crooked magic......

Zhang Yan said lightly: "If the person kneeling here and kowtowing now is Deng Changjiang, I will think about it." "

The servant blurted out, "How can we kneel to you?"

Deng Shao is such a face-saving person, can their servants not know?

Zhang Madness chuckled. "Go out, don't disturb me to see the portrait of the God of Wealth. This portrait of the God of Wealth is so beautiful, I really want to ......"

The servant's whole body tensed. Seeing that Zhang Madness ignored him, he could only run back with a sad face.

Deng Changjiang was so angry that his teeth itched: "Do you want me to kneel on the ground and beg him not to kill me?"

The servant thought for a moment and said, "Young Master." That arrogant man just kept saying that he liked the portrait of the God of Wealth, didn't that mean that you were suggesting that you should buy it?"

"Damn...... Grab this portrait of the God of Wealth, I don't believe that he accepted the portrait of the God of Wealth and will kill me. Deng Changjiang scolded.

"The person who can ask for the price is the son of the Xu family in Jiangnan......"

The furious Deng Changjiang slapped the servant in the face with his backhand, and said with a mouthful of saliva: "Get out!" His Xu family really won't deal with it, but Lao Tzu's life is more important!"

"One hundred million!" Deng Changjiang shouted angrily as his blood rushed to his head.

The audience was in an uproar, and it has already called 100 million?

This portrait of the God of Wealth is so good?

The man in white looked at Deng Changjiang's box coldly, he has no enmity with this Deng Shao, right?

The man in white slapped his palm on the table. The white teeth were clenched together, and he smiled coldly: "Rob!"