"So, what do you ask this young lady to do?" The husky man said to himself, "If I'm not mistaken, you're beating me up on the idea of that calligraphy." ”

"yes, I love that deck." Mr. Ramses generously admitted, "So I sincerely invite this young lady to do the appraisal." ”

There is truth to this statement.

She was at least a great calligrapher with the strength that the young lady had just shown, and there was no better place in the world to be firm with this character.

"You're still dead to this heart!" The husky man said in an irrefutable tone, "I'm not going to sell that word, I'm just here to see what the so-called mobile feast is like." ”

"Haha," Mr. Ramses didn't care about the hoarse man's words, "then this gentleman, the dishes in the first two acts are quite satisfying." ”

“…… OK. The hoarse man thought for a moment and said, "But no matter how good the dishes are, don't want me to give up that pair, this is the only surviving Wang Xizhi's true handiwork!" ”

"There is still some truth to this gentleman's words." The woman spoke, "Although Mr. Ramses seems to be very wealthy, and the strength of the mausoleum pawnshop is strong enough, it will not be easy for this gentleman to eat such a pair of words, even if he is willing to transfer. ”

"That's it." Maybe it's been a long time since he ate and drank for nothing, so the husky man's tone changed slightly, "This lady is right. Mr. Ramses, the value of this painting is so great that even if you really want it, you must prepare it well. ”

"Haha, I'm just asking casually, and I don't mean anything else," said Mr. Ramses, looking at the hoarse man, "and if one day, you want to transfer this painting, what is the approximate psychological price?" ”

"I really can't open my mouth like this." The hoarse man said vicissitudes, "I'm afraid it's a lot of zeros." ”

"And how much does this lady think this painting is worth?" Mr. Ramses looked at the woman beside Rey.

"This," the woman hesitated, "as the gentleman said, it is hard to say such a large number in one breath. ”

"Haha." Mr. Ramses smiled heartily, "Well, let's play a game with this ice cream." ”

"What game?" Everyone asked.

"You're all art connoisseurs here," continued Mr. Ramses, "and since it's not convenient to say it, why don't we all write the numbers in our hearts on the ice cream, and see whose numbers are closest to the ones in this gentleman's mind?" ”

"Sounds good." The woman said.

Obviously, she is very interested in how much the authentic work of Xi is worth in the eyes of the owner.

"Okay." Sora was also eager to try.

Naturally, he was also interested, otherwise he would not have deliberately sat next to the husky man.

"Am I going to write it too?" The masked man asked suddenly.

"Let's play together." Mr. Ramses said with a smile.

“…… All right. The masked man reluctantly agreed.

"Let's all have fun." Mr. Ramses looked at Rey and Bunny again.

"But the little rabbit doesn't understand the value of these things." The little rabbit said innocently.

"It's okay, it's just a matter of writing numbers." Mr. Ramses said.

"Well," Bunny laughed, "then Bunny will write a number that he thinks is the biggest." ”

"No problem." Rey also nodded and said that he had no objection to Mr. Ramses' proposal, after all, he was eating ice cream.

"Okay, let's get started."

"Wait a minute," said the husky man, who stopped Mr. Ramses, "Well, I must say in advance, that no matter which of you writes a number close to mine, I will not give up this handwriting." ”

"Haha." Ramses smiled again, "Let's get started." ”

Soon everyone was busy on the table made of ice cream, and the cream on the ice cream was not known to have any special ingredients, but there was no sign of melting, and it remained in the soft state that had just been served to the table.

Everyone was "struggling to write", especially the husky man who held the calligraphy. I saw him with his head down, his eyes unblinking, and one finger constantly gesturing, eager to write a number that could not be contained in the universe.

The first person to end was Bunny.

After all, she was still very small, her fingers were short, and the largest number she knew was only eight or nine.

The second person to finish turned out to be the mysterious masked man, who had written the numbers in her mind in just a few seconds after the rabbit raised her head.

The third person to raise his head was Mr. Ramses. Then, Rey, the woman, and the eyes all raised their heads one after another. Only the husky man was left gritting his teeth and trying.

"Haha." Mr. Ramses looked at the husky man and smiled.

"That's pretty much the way it goes." When he noticed that everyone was looking at him, the husky man looked up in dissatisfaction.

"Let's have a showdown." Mr. Ramses smiled and said, "First this little sister. ”

"Ah," said Rabbit, staring at the number he had written, "although Rabbit didn't understand, he still thought it was very powerful, so Rabbit wrote down a big number." ”

"It's not small," Rey said, "It's, ten, hundred, thousand, thousand, million, million, million...... The total is nine thousand nine hundred nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. ”

"Haha, isn't it big?" Bunny asked innocently.

"Haha, it's huge."

"My little sister is very powerful."

"Interesting."

Except for the husky man, everyone thinks that the number of bunnies is quite good.

"Next......" Mr. Ramses turned to the masked man.

"120 million." The masked man said cleanly.

"What?" The hoarse man's eyes widened, "You, you actually wrote such a ridiculous number?" ”

He did have a reason to be angry.

After all, the little rabbit is still a child, and the masked man not only knows calligraphy, but is even a great calligrapher himself, and Mr. Ramses asked her to do the appraisal. Therefore, the numbers she wrote down are not as simple as guessing the price, but can be seen as the weight of this calligraphy in her mind.

My own treasure is despised by others!

"Haha," Mr. Ramses smiled and said something very strange, "you are too modest. ”

"And how much did you write?" The masked man asked.

"Three hundred and twenty million." Mr. Ramses said, removing his palm.

"320 million?" The husky man's eyes widened again.

Crazy, these two people must be crazy!

Admittedly, this is not a small number, but if it is used to measure the authenticity of Xizhi, it would be too absurd. It's understandable that this is in the general market, but who is Ramses? That's the owner of the mausoleum pawnshop whose mission is to collect the world's diluted treasures!

He actually wrote down such a number?

"You're too high-lifting." The masked man said with a glance at the number written down by Ramses.

"What did you say?" Huo Ran, a husky man, stood up.

Obviously, the word lift angered him.

"What are you excited about?" The masked man said unhurriedly.

"How can I not be excited?" The hoarse man shouted loudly, "The price of 320 million you think is lifting this letter?" Do you understand Wang Xizhi or the value of Xizhi's authentic works? ”

"Huh." The masked man smiled and did not speak, as if he did not bother to argue with the husky man.

"You, what are you laughing at?" The husky man's anger grew stronger.

"Alright," said Mr. Ramses, who also stood up, "it's just a game, let's see the numbers written down by the other guests." ”

"This gentleman," Mr. Ramses looked at Rey, "how much have you written?" ”

"I don't know much calligraphy," Rey said weakly when he saw the murderous gaze cast by the husky man, "so I wrote, yes, a billion." ”

"Hmph." The hoarse man snorted coldly.

Obviously, this is not an ideal number either. But it's no wonder that Rey, as a man accustomed to poverty, a billion is already an unattainable number.

"And what about this lady?" Mr. Ramses looked at the woman beside Rey.

"It's hard to measure the value of a diluted treasure like this, and I think this piece is a well-deserved work of calligraphy and painting in the East." The woman said.

"Well said!" The husky man praised.

"So I found another treasure as a comparison, which is the Mona Lisa, the first painting and calligraphy artwork in the West." The woman continued.

"Mona Lisa?" Mr. Husky Man was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Interesting, but even the Mona Lisa can't compare in value to the words in my hand!" ”

"I think so too, so I have increased the valuation of the Mona Lisa by half," the woman slowly opened her hand, "45 billion." ”

"Hmph, this is still a little bit like that." The husky man looked around at the crowd and then fell on the woman, "You still have vision." ”

"Passing the prize." The woman said lightly.

"Don't be in a hurry to boast yet," Mukong suddenly spoke, "Look at this! ”

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, only to see a "7" followed by a large string of "0".

"This is ......" The hoarse man seriously counted the digits, and his eyebrows, which were locked by the previous few "offers", gradually stretched, "70 billion? ”

"Yes, it's 70 billion." Mukong said proudly, as if he had personally paid so much money at the auction.

"Brother Tai ......" The hoarse man actually called out affectionately, and tears almost fell, "Dare to ask Brother Taizun's surname?" ”

“…… Sun Mukong. In the face of such a scene, Mukong was a little uncomfortable.

"Monkey King?" The hoarse man was stunned, "Sure enough, I've seen the world." ”

"It's not Wukong, it's Mukong, Mukong, everything that Mukong." Mu Kong explained with a smile.

This name seems quite troublesome?