"But what does Master Nie Danqing have to do with this young lady?" The husky man asked suddenly.

"Master Nie was once fortunate to be guided by Miss, so he can be regarded as Miss's anonymous disciple." Mr. Ramses said slowly, "And the reason why the fledgling Master Liu Yidao was able to show his paintings to the young lady was also recommended by Master Nie. ”

"This, this ......" the hoarse man was stunned for a long time, and then his whole face was twisted together, and he said angrily, "How is this possible? ”

"There's something even more incredible." Mr. Ramses was not shocked to death, and was about to carry out the unbelievable to the end, he looked around at the people present and said, "Do you know why Master Nie destroyed all his paintings when he was dying? Why have only three paintings survived? ”

"Is it," said the woman, frowning, "that it has something to do with this young lady?" ”

"Yes." Mr. Ramses nodded heavily.

The seated fell silent again, and turned their gaze to the masked man leaning back in his chair.

She was still sleeping quietly.

"When Master Nie was dying, Miss came to visit him. Master Nie presented all the forty-seven paintings of his life in front of the young lady, with a pious expression, as if waiting for the judgment of heaven. The young lady swept them one by one, smiling, but Master Nie insisted on listening to the master's opinion, so the young lady spoke......"

"Only these three paintings are okay."

As Mr. Ramses silently recounted the past, the mysterious masked man spoke.

Seamless and flawless.

Everyone looked at the masked man again.

"Hehe," the mysterious masked man smiled, his voice very pleasant, "that's what I said at the time. ”

"This, this is the reason why only three works of the generation of Tianjiao Nie Danqing have been handed down?" The husky man sat up from his chair.

"Sort of?" The masked man seems to be asking everyone as well as talking to himself.

"I, I still can't believe it." The hoarse man shouted, "This must be your trick, you want to use this method to weaken the value of the calligraphy in my hand, and then take it in one fell swoop, right?" ”

"Alas~" the masked man sighed.

"Yes, I said yes?"

"I told you I wrote it."

"I don't believe it!"

"It was indeed written in imitation of Wang Xizhi's Huang Tingjing."

"Humph!"

"I've written more than one copy of this picture."

"Huh?"

"I've copied at least four of them."

"Hmph." The hoarse man snorted disdainfully, but compared to the last time, his momentum was already a little weaker.

"And," the masked man said slowly, "the one in your hand is the worst I think I write." ”

"What?" The husky man's eyes widened.

"It's all here." The masked man suddenly stretched out a jade hand with a small golden box in his hand.

"Empty, space folding box?" Mukong asked, staring at the locket and the slender jade hand.

"It's all here." The masked man repeated it lightly, then opened the small box and pulled out a tangled ball of paper from it, which he threatened to throw on the table.

"Ah, be careful." Mr. Ramses hurriedly took the paper ball, "Haha, dear lady, if you don't want these works, you might as well sell them to me." ”

"Take it if you like." The masked man said lightly.

"Haha, how's that going to work?" "As a sign of respect for you, I will pay according to the number I just wrote," said Mr. Ramses. ”

Now, everyone understands what that conversation between Mr. Ramses and the mysterious masked man means.

At that time, the masked man offered 120 million, and Mr. Ramses even said that the other party was too modest. And Mr. Ramses' own offer of 320 million is obviously a sign of respect for the other party.

But apparently the eldest lady didn't see these words, so when she heard Mr. Ramses's offer, she responded lightly, You are too high-minded.

"I, I'll see!" The husky man could not sit still, he walked quickly to Mr. Ramses, and snatched the huge ball of paper from him, ignoring the courtesy of his host and guest.

When the paper ball was in his hands, the expression on his face changed.

Because, the material of this paper, this texture, and this unique sense of vicissitudes, the hoarse man gradually had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, as the paper slowly unfolded, his bad feeling became more and more intense.

This huge ball of paper contains a total of three calligraphy, which are rolled together at random like waste paper, and these three characters are Huang Tingjing!

"This, this ......" the husky man looked at the words in his hand.

"Isn't it better than yours?" The masked man spoke.

"Where, where is it?" The husky man was still making his last stubborn resistance.

"Thirty-seven words there," the masked man said faintly, "there's a small ink spot." It was because of this annoying ink spot that I gave up on that pair. ”

"You, you!" The husky man rose hysterically.

In fact, everyone understands that the value of his words has been greatly reduced. But the humiliation, the unwillingness, and the residual pride in his heart were intertwined and rushed straight to his head.

So, he did something crazy!

"Nonsense! You're all talking nonsense! The hoarse man tore up the three words in his hand as he spoke.

"Hey......" The woman was dumbfounded.

"Live...... Hand ...... "I was stunned."

"Ah, torn, torn." The little rabbit muttered as he glared at a pair of innocent eyes.

"Oh my God......" Rey was dumbfounded.

Although I understand that these characters are no longer the so-called heirloom of Xizhi, it sounds like the price of two or three hundred million yuan per word is still there.

The man in front of him was so happy that he vividly destroyed these three words. The feeling of a billion and 800 million flowing in front of my eyes is really indescribable.

"Nonsense!" The husky man was still venting his personal anger.

When the brain is filled with anger, at that moment, the husky man doesn't even know what he's doing. He only knew that he was angry and that the consequences were serious.

The consequences are really serious!

When all the pieces of paper fell to the ground, he finally woke up from a dream.

He stared at the snowflake-like fragments of art on the ground with red eyes, and soon his body trembled.

"The gentleman ......" Mr. Ramses could still hold his breath, but his sanity was already at the end of his power, and his anger was about to take over the high ground.

"Huh?" The husky man turned his head, and fear began to creep in his heart.

"Sir," said Mr. Ramses, overwhelming his anger, "that's a problem. ”

"Yes, that's a problem."

"If it's a problem, it needs to be solved."

"Resolved?" The husky man asked, "How to solve it?" ”

"It's not just about money, it's obviously disrespectful to our eldest lady by doing this."

"I, I ......"

"Forget it." The masked man said unconcernedly, "These words are nothing. ”

"Then he must apologize to you too!" Mr. Ramses said in an irrefutable tone.

"Apologize?" The hoarse man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the masked man and said, "Yes, I should apologize, I, I was too impulsive." ”

"Do you think that's all right, gentleman?" For the first time, Mr. Ramses said in an aggressive tone.

"Still, what else?" The husky man was clearly getting more and more scared.

"To apologize, you should leave something."

"Leave something behind?" The hoarse man thought for a moment and said, "Yes, yes, since I destroyed the three characters, I should leave this pair in my hand." ”

After speaking, the hoarse man took out the original Xizhi handiwork, and then respectfully handed it to Mr. Ramses.

"It's me who did it wrong, please take this painting."

"Haha." Mr. Ramses did not take the word, but smiled.

The laughter made the husky man panic.

"This gentleman, this is a bit ridiculous."

"Huh?"

"You ruined three words and only took out one word to compensate, do you think it is enough?" Mr. Ramses added, "And it's the worst of the four." ”

"This, this ......," the husky man spread his hands, "what do you say?" ”

"In this way, your painting barely replaces one of the three characters destroyed by you, and the remaining two characters will be compensated according to the price I wrote."

"You, the price you wrote?" The hoarse man's brows suddenly wrinkled together, "Three hundred and twenty million? ”

"Yes," said Mr. Ramses, laughing again, "that's not much, haven't you ever laughed at that number?" ”

The hoarse man was speechless when asked.

"Two words are 640 million, plus the money to apologize to the young lady, how about collecting a total of 100 million from you?" Mr. Ramses said slowly.

One billion!

The number made everyone gasp.

But no one could refute it, because Mr. Ramses's demands were all legitimate.

"I, how can I have so much money." The hoarse man said in despair, "I, I was originally here to be money." ”

"Then it's not going to be easy." Mr. Ramses said lightly, "If you don't have any money, you can only stay here." ”

Stay here.

These four bland words made the hoarse man shiver.

Stay here?

Hum.

Naturally, it won't be in the dazzling ballroom in this blue world!

Is that to stay there?

The husky man believed that there was much more to this mausoleum pawnshop than a real hell.

"I, I don't want to stay here." The husky man muttered, "I, I'm scraping together money, I'm trying to figure out how to scrape together money." ”

"But do you really have all the money?" Mr. Ramses still said politely, "One billion is not a small number. ”

"I ......"

"Then you can make an IOU." Mr. Ramses said, "Mark the time and you can go home and raise money." ”

"Really?" The hoarse man was like a man who had been in the water for a long time and suddenly saw hope, and he hugged the floating "log" tightly and asked, "Is what you said true?" ”