"I~"

Gu Longen's words frightened Yang He's face undoubtedly paler, spread on the ground like a dog, trembling all over, and the whole person almost cried.

At this time, Yang He was full of remorse, he never thought that a broken painting that he thought was worthless would eventually become a treasure worth more than 100 million. Moreover, what made Yang He vomit blood even more was that he thought that he would only be a million bets to death, but in the end, it turned out to be a huge gamble with a stakes of hundreds of millions, and he still lost himself.

If he had known that this was the case, he would have been killed before, and he wouldn't boast about that kind of Haikou?

The current Yang He can be said to have lost his wife and broken his soldiers, and he has the heart to die!

But in the end, Yang He had no choice but to bow his head and admit it, looked at Ye Fan with sadness, and said ashamedly: "This gentleman, it was indeed me Yang He just now, and I looked at people with dog eyes." This time, I admit it. ”

"But, 700 million, I really can't get it."

"Even if I sell the entire Eight Treasure Pavilion, I really won't be able to make up so much money."

"But don't worry, sir, I Yang He admits this debt."

"I just hope that Mr. Xiao will give me some time so that I can slowly scrape together the money to pay it back!"

"Ten years is not enough, then twenty years, thirty years."

"I'm dead, then let my son, my grandson, continue to pay it back!"

"As long as the signboard of my Eight Treasure Pavilion is still there, we will never lose this arrears."

"There are three million in this card, which is all the money I can take out now, and it should be the first amount owed to my husband."

"Once you have money in the future, you will continue to pay it back!"

Yang He said in a deep voice, even though his heart was bleeding, he still gritted his teeth and gave the bank card to Ye Fan.

After all, you are willing to gamble and lose. What's more, if Yang He wants to continue to mix in this antique world, he can't rely on it, let alone dare to rely on it!

Yang He's reaction surprised Ye Fan slightly.

He originally thought that Yang He would be like his son.

"Unexpectedly, Boss Yang is also a bloody man."

"Forget it, get up."

"Just kidding you, the 700 million, you don't have to give it. If you really feel guilty, donate more money and do more good deeds on weekdays. ”

Ye Fan didn't really want Yang He to honor the gambling contract and lose the 700 million, just now it was just to scare him and teach him a lesson.

After all, this Yang He is unlucky enough today, tens of millions of things finally became defective, hundreds of millions of paintings were sold by him for two hundred and five, these two things alone are estimated to be enough to make Yang He collapse, if he is asked to carry hundreds of millions of debts, he will not be able to jump off the building tomorrow?

"Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie~"

"In the future, Mr. Xiao will be my Yang He's benefactor, and he will have another parent!"

Yang He cried, and he was grateful to Ye Fan, and he almost called his father.

Originally, he had already accepted his fate, but who would have thought that the peaks and loops would turn, and hundreds of millions of Ye Fan would not want it if he said no.

Happiness came too suddenly, and Yang He was of course excited.

Ye Fan didn't say anything more, just advised Yang He to be a calm person and a kind person in the future.

A little less snobbery, a little more calm.

Then, Ye Fan picked up the painting and turned around to leave.

Seeing this, the onlookers hurriedly stepped forward to stop each other, and their eyes were full of flattering and flattering smiles: "This little gentleman, I don't know if you have any intention of selling that painting." I'll buy yours for 70 million, cash transfer is OK, and house payment is OK! ”

"Mr. Wang, are you taking Mr. Xiao for a fool? President Gu said, this painting is worth 100 million, and you want to buy it for 70 million? It's so insincere. Little sir, I will give you 100 million, and I will accept this painting. ”

"100 million? This painting was more than 100 million three years ago. ”

"Little sir, I'll sell it to me for 130 million!"

.....

"I'll pay 140 million, plus a villa in Jianghai, the provincial capital!"

....

"Sell it to me, I'll give 150 million~"

After a while, these rich people were already arguing, one shouting higher than the other, and one louder than the other, and they were about to fight.

Listening to the hundreds of millions of bids in front of him, Yang He next to him was already in tears, and he felt bitter in his heart.

More than 100 million things, sold by him for 250 million?

He had laughed at Ye Fan for being two hundred and five before, but now it seems that he is the real two hundred and five!

At this time, Yang He's intestines were already repentant.

But there is no way, the rules are here, the painting has been bought by Ye Fan, and the invoices have been paid, he just regrets it, and it is too late.

By now, Yang He finally understood why Ye Fan had to buy it with money before, and he had to issue an invoice.

This precaution is that he regrets it with red eyes!