Collecting rags and leaks live broadcast, making huge profit of 100,000 times at the beginning

After entering the lobby, Lin Xiaofei went straight to the elevator room and pressed the button on the first floor, and then Wang Heng followed Lin Xiaofei to the first floor by elevator.

After leaving the hall, Lin Xiaofei said to Wang Heng: "Let's go, let's go this way."

Wang Heng nodded, followed Lin Xiaofei towards the back of the hall on the first floor, and it didn't take long for them to come to an iron fence door in the northernmost part of the antique city.

"Mr. Wang, this is my antique city, please. Lin Xiaofei pushed open the door and walked in.

After walking into the antique city, Wang Heng saw the situation of this antique city clearly.

I saw that the area of this antique city is not large, and there are very few items placed in it, which seems very deserted.

Lin Xiaofei led Wang Heng around the corner in the antique city, and after a while, the two came to the door of a private room.

Lin Xiaofei pushed open the door and motioned to Wang Heng: "Mr. Wang, this is my office, please come in." "

Thank you!" Wang Heng nodded, and then walked into the room.

After Wang Heng walked into the room, he found that this room was not special, except for a desk, there was nothing else, and on the opposite side of the desk was a reclining chair.

On the deck chair lay a man in his thirties.

The man's skin was dark and rough, his hair was unkempt, his cheeks were emaciated, his eyes were dull, his lips were dry, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of medicine, which was obviously seriously ill.

After seeing Wang Heng come in, the man opened his eyes with difficulty, glanced at Wang Heng, and said, "Young man, you are here."

After hearing the man's voice, Wang Heng was stunned for a moment, because he found that the voice of the person opposite was actually very similar to Uncle Li's voice, so he asked tentatively: "Are you Uncle Li?" "I'm Li

Fushan, young man, how do you know my name, you know me?"

Li Fushan wondered.

"Yes. Wang Heng nodded: "I bought a painting for you last night, and that painting was indeed painted by you."

"Really?" Li Fushan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You can show me that painting."

When Wang Heng heard this, he handed the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" to Li Fushan.

Li Fushan looked at the painting, and said softly after a while: "There is no doubt that I painted it myself, alas, my favorite painting in my life was stolen."

Wang Heng stood quietly aside, he could understand Li Fushan's mood at this time.

Although he and Li Fushan have never known each other, they are people with the same surname after all, and he has also received the favor of Li Fushan, so he is naturally willing to help Li Fushan find the missing calligraphy and painting.

Li Fushan saw that Wang Heng was silent, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you, I know you are a warm-hearted person." If you need my help in the future, just ask. "

Uncle Li is polite. Wang Heng said lightly.

"Wang Heng, can you have a drink with me?" asked Li Fushan.

"Uncle Li, I'm a shallow drinker, I'm afraid I can't drink with you. Wang Heng said apologetically.

"It's okay, I don't need you to accompany me, I just want you to chat with me.

"Uh......

" Wang Heng hesitated slightly, and then said, "Uncle Li, what do you want to talk about?"

"Do you know where my house is?" Li Fushan asked.

"You know, I have a car in Jianghai City, and I visited you last time.

"Oh, no wonder. Li Fushan said suddenly.

"How do you know. Wang Heng looked at Li Fushan with some doubts.

"Don't forget, I'm an antique dealer, and my appreciation for antiques is naturally very high, and although the car you drove looks ordinary, its quality is definitely not ordinary, so I doubt your identity.

Hearing Li Fushan's explanation, Wang Heng suddenly understood what was going on, and admired Li Fushan's observation even more.

Li Fushan looked at Wang Heng and said in a deep voice: "The most regrettable thing in my life is that I have not collected Tang Yin's authentic works, and now there is a pair of Tang Yin's authentic works close at hand, but I can't have it, and the old man can't even believe that this is true, so I want to beg you, sell me Tang Yin's authentic works, and I will pay 10 million." "

Ten million, Uncle Li, are you sure you have to spend so much money?"

"Yes, ten million, this is the asset I can mobilize at the moment.

Wang Heng frowned: "Do you know how much this calligraphy and painting

is worth?" "How much is it worth?"

Li Fushan asked rhetorically.

Wang Heng was silent for a moment and said: "This is the imperial pen of Song Huizong of the Yuan Dynasty, it is very valuable, and I guarantee that it will definitely be much more valuable than any of the authentic Tang Yin works auctioned now, at least a hundred times higher."

"Hehe......" Li Fushan suddenly laughed: "Young man, I know what you said is right, and I also know that this calligraphy and painting may be worth so much money, but so what, the current society is like this, who has the money, who has the final say, if I tell you, I am willing to use 100 million to buy this calligraphy and painting, are you will......ing?"

100 million?!" Wang Heng exclaimed.

The number of 100 million, Wang Heng had imagined, but when this number really appeared in his ears, he still felt a little shocked!

Wang Heng took a deep breath and calmed his mind before he spoke: "Uncle Li, I can't make a decision on such a valuable thing, I have to report it to my friend." "

Haha, okay! Li Fushan laughed a few times.

"Hmm. Wang Heng answered, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Liu Wenbo's number.

The bell rang for a long time, and just when Wang Heng was about to hang up the phone and continue to persuade Li Fushan to give up, the phone was finally connected.

Wang Heng told Liu Wenbo about the conversation he had just had with Li Fushan.

After listening to this, Liu Wenbo said: "Xiao Heng, you promise him to give him this calligraphy and painting."

"However, his asking price is too high, if it is 10 million, then we will lose a lot."

"It's fine. Liu Wenbo said: "You just do as I say, you just bring this painting over."

"Well, since you say so, then I'll do as you tell me. Wang Heng responded.

"Xiao Heng, I'm sorry for you.

"It's okay, Uncle Li, you're welcome. Wang Heng smiled and said, "I'll leave first, and I'll come to visit you another day." "

Okay, come and sit often when you have time. Li Fushan said with a smile on his face: "You go."

"Okay.

Wang Heng turned around and left Li Fushan's residence, and then drove the car towards the courtyard house that Li Fushan said.

By the time Wang Heng arrived at the courtyard, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

Wang Heng knocked on the door, then pushed the door and walked in.

This courtyard house belonged to a rich second generation, because it was too old to be inconvenient, so he rented this courtyard house to a middle-aged man named Li Fushan.

Although Li Fushan is already sixty years old, he is full of energy and red face.