730: C730 He actually vomited blood

C730 He actually vomited blood

No one would have thought that Xue Qingming's Leaf Condensing Hall would be affected by such a messed up thing the moment it was opened.

Xue Qingming's good mood instantly turned into nothingness, to the point that his expression when looking at Wen Hui was as ugly as it could get.

But very clearly, Xue Qingming was not the main point anymore.

Outside of the Leaf Condensing Hall, the true focus was Ye Qian, Wen Hui, and that gold plaque.

Seeing that the young man in front of him was even indifferent to the two bids, the Master Wen could not help but feel annoyed at the bottom of his heart.

After all, if one stayed at the peak of perfection for a long time, one's temper would increase.

However, Ye Qian believed that he was not a cultured person, so he completely disregarded Wen Hui's cultural status.

At the moment, Wen Hui was extremely angry at Ye Qian for not being the son of another person, but at the same time, he was looking forward to seeing that golden plaque.

After some consideration, Wen Hui clenched his teeth and said: "Young man, don't tell me that your parents didn't teach you to respect the elders? This old man has bid twice without you even making a sound, isn't that a little too rude! "

The furious Wen Hui took advantage of his age once again.

Ye Qian merely let out a cold laugh and retorted, "Old man, don't tell me that your parents have never taught you to abide by the law? Forcefully buying and selling is an act of a bandit, it is an act against the law! "

"This …"

Wen Hui was speechless, and he almost choked on his breath when he heard Ye Qian's words.

After coughing twice, Wen Hui's old face no longer had a temper.

If it was in the past, according to Wen Hui's stubborn personality, he would definitely turn around and leave. However, at that moment, Wen Hui was unable to put down that golden signboard.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Hui laughed helplessly: "Hehe, young man, there is no point in arguing like this. If you feel the price is not right, we can talk about it again. "In my opinion, even the best works of art in the world have a price!"

At this time, the two young men behind Wen Hui jumped out again and shouted.

"Brat, you're too ignorant! Twenty million is already an astronomical number. If you continue to be this greedy, you might not even get a single cent!"

"That's right, that's right!"

Ye Qian was not happy with the two voice transmissions, because to a certain extent, they represented Wen Hui's intentions.

With a wave of his hand, Ye Qian laughed coldly: "20 million? "A lot? Although I am not a rich person, I don't think I would care about 20 million!"

"Bullsh * t!" King of Vile Words! " Those two young men evidently did not believe what Ye Qian had said, and began to ridicule him with their lips.

As for Wen Hui, his eyes were shining. Even though his two granddisciples were indeed being a bit frivolous, at least this conversation allowed Wen Hui to clearly see Ye Qian's bottom line.

Wen Hui laughed mischievously, and continued to speak with Ye Qian: "Young man, since twenty million isn't what you want, then why don't you make your own bid."

Ye Qian said unrestrainedly: "Old man, to be honest, if I bid, you may not be able to afford it, so just let it be, in case everyone gets angry from giving me face!"

Hearing Ye Qian's words, Wen Hui's two grandchildren once again jumped up and down.

"Bastard! You stinking brat, you actually dare to look down on us?!"

"That's right. If you have the guts, just name a price. We'll take as many as you want. I won't be able to take this lying down today!"

Ye Qian laughed coldly. He did not look for the two and instead went to look for Wen Hui: "Elder, do you really want me to bid?"

Wen Hui was also very angry in his heart. After all, he had been in the East for so many years, and this was the first time he was looked down upon by a little kid.

Relying on his anger, Wen Hui said with disdain: "Young man, just name your price, this old man has lived for over ninety years and has never seen anything like this, would I be scared by a mere number like you?"

Hearing Wen Hui's emotional words, Xue Qingming could not help but sneer, thinking to himself: Damn, this old man has gone into a trap.

Ye Qian's face also suddenly overflowed with a strange smile.

"Alright then, since the elderly is so persistent, I will bravely offer a price."

As he said that, Ye Qian slapped Wen Hui.

Wen Hui stared blankly for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Young man, you're truly too humorous, it's only a mere fifty million, it's not a big deal. Come, give me the cheque book!"

Seeing Ye Qian's five fingers, Wen Hui was overjoyed. Originally, Wen Hui thought that Ye Qian would ask something big. He didn't expect that he was also someone who had never seen the world, to actually send her off with fifty million.

However, just as Wen Hui's disciple was happily preparing to take his cheque book, Ye Qian laughed.

Ye Qian imitated Wen Hui's tone and said: "Old man, you are too humorous. Is there a difference between twenty million and fifty million? Are you thinking too little of my offer? "

The originally happy face of Wen Hui immediately changed, and became gloomy again.

The two young men behind Wen Hui also jumped up.

"Brat, you dare to mess with us? Your slap, isn't it 50 million? Or is it 500 million? I think you're crazy for being poor and biting people. "

Ye Qian said in a cold and disdainful voice: "I've already told you guys that you can't afford to pay the price I gave you. If you all insist on not believing me, then what else can I do? "

After a pause, Ye Qian opened his mouth again, and shook his palm: "Also, the number of my palm strike is not five hundred million, but fifty billion!"

For a moment, the entire Dongyue Temple spectating crowd exploded. Everyone thought that Ye Qian was crazy. A plaque, even if it was pure gold, it wasn't worth 50 billion!

Originally, Wen Hui could only clench his teeth and stomp his feet when he had 500 million.

And now, with such an astronomical figure of five billion, Wen Hui didn't even dare to think about it.

The current Wen Hui's face was as ugly as it could get.

As for Xue Qingming, who was standing at the entrance of the shop, he had a complacent look, as if his face, which had just been humiliated by Wen Hui, had suddenly returned.

Nangong Fenghua and Ouyang Changfeng also thought in their hearts: Playing tricks on Ye Qian is simply courting death. This little pervert can play you to your death without batting an eyelid.

Wen Hui's anger rose up, at times the price was wrong, at worst Wen Hui would just leave.

But today was different, after all, he had already boasted. If he could not take this golden signboard and run off gloomily, Wen Hui might not even be able to find a place to make up for his loss of face.

Gritting his teeth, Wen Hui gave a cold snort: "Young man, you asking for such a sky-high price to play with this old man is not really appropriate, right?"

"This old man is joking. When have I ever played tricks on this old man?" We already said before that you wouldn't be able to afford the price I offered, but the old man didn't believe me. I was just reluctant! "

"Hmph, young man, neither Wang Xizhi nor Liu Gonggong can bid fifty billion in the real world. Do you think this gold plaque of yours is worth fifty billion yuan?"

There was no other way, Wen Hui could only use the pen and ink to suppress Ye Qian.

However, Ye Qian shook his hand and said disdainfully: "Elder, to put it bluntly, I do not know much about the artistic value of fonts. However, this gold plaque is worth fifty billion in my heart.

After a short pause, Ye Qian continued: "In any case, I'm not insisting that you must buy this golden plaque. Buy it, sell it. If the old man is going to be able to afford it, then I'll gift him this golden plaque. If the old man is not able to afford it, then we'll just look at each other and smile, not bother about him. "Why do you insist on saying that I am toying with you, old man?"

Ye Qian's words were respectful and respectful.

First, Wen Hui boasted wildly, then, he could not come up with a price. Now, being mocked by Ye Qian like this old man immediately caused him to blush.

"Good, good, what a sharp tongued kid …"1

Wen Hui hesitated for a while, his face ashen. The cane in his hand was shaking, and he couldn't stop touching it to his chest.

Suddenly, everyone saw Wen Hui's body sway uncontrollably, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and he fainted right after lying on the ground.

"Martial Ancestor, Martial Ancestor …" The two young men screamed as their eyes turned red.

Ye Qian didn't even let out a smile as he shook his head and sighed, "Ah, the mental fortitude of an old man these days is really too poor. He only spoke two big words, and he actually spat out blood. How fragile!"

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