223: C223 This Is the Real One!

C223 This Is the Real One!

"The Divine Ode of the God Luo! It's actually the Divine Ode of the famous painter of East Jin, Master Gu! This old man is actually fortunate enough to see such a genuine painting. I have no regrets in this life!"

Elder Sun shouted loudly as tears flowed down his aged face. He was filled with emotion.

His expression was extremely agitated. His love for calligraphy and paintings was moving.

Xiao Ruoyu also had a dumbfounded expression. She guessed that there was a painting inside but did not expect that it would be the work of the God of Luo of the East Jin.

Although she did not have much knowledge about calligraphy and paintings, from her childhood in the Xiao family, she knew that the East Jin calligraphy and paintings were expensive.

Especially the work of the God of Luo. She had heard that there was a lover of calligraphy and painting who was looking for this painting at a high price of 180 million.

However, they were all fakes.

This Divine Luo Poetry was hidden so secretively that no one discovered it for so many years. It was most likely a genuine one.

Moreover, looking at Elder Sun's expression, and Ye Yun's ability to appraise treasures that was even more brilliant than Elder Sun's.

This Divine Ode of the God Luo was undoubtedly a genuine one.

Wai Zixuan's face was filled with excitement. She clenched her fists tightly and was very excited.

Indeed, Mr. Ye was right.

He was really amazing!

The others were even more shocked and envious.

He said that the other party did not know how to appraise treasures, but in the blink of an eye, the other party saw through the fake paintings.

Now, he even discovered the mysteries within the painting, obtaining the true work of the Goddess Luo.

He said that the other party didn't have money, so this painting should be worth at least tens of millions right now.

This was a genuine painting of the East Jin, which one didn't start with over a hundred million.

Moreover, it was the work of the God of Luo that countless collectors sought after like a flock of ducks.

Any random treasure appraiser would be worth tens of millions. Earning money was as easy as playing around.

This ability, everyone was envious, but they could only envy. Jealousy was useless.

It was a pity that Zhao Shun, who clearly had a treasure in his hand, would hand it over to someone else because of his ignorance.

He spent 45 million, then sold it for 200 dollars. Then, someone dug out a treasure worth more than 100 million.

Zhao Shun was about to vomit blood.

Thinking of this, pairs of eyes swept over.

All of them looked at Zhao Shun with pity, playfulness, and ridicule.

At this moment, Zhao Shun was not only vomiting blood, but also his internal organs.

He stared at the God Luo Fu on the table, grinding his teeth so hard that even his lips were broken.

His fists were clenched so hard that his nails were stuck into his flesh.

His eyes were completely red, as if he was about to spurt out blood.

The anger in his chest couldn't help but explode.

"What's wrong? You want to buy my painting? No problem, no problem, two hundred million! "

Facing Zhao Shun's blood-red eyes, Ye Yun's expression was full of playfulness, and he said in a plain tone.

"Puff!"

Zhao Shun's body trembled.

He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. His body was on the verge of collapsing, and he was on the verge of fainting.

"Young Master Zhao!"

Someone beside him cried out in alarm and hurriedly supported him.

Master Pu quickly stepped forward and tapped Zhao Shun's body a few times to prevent him from fainting on the spot.

The crowd was in an uproar. Zhao Shun was so angry that he spat out blood!

That was true. The items bought by tens of millions were fake. He had given them to someone for two hundred yuan.

In the end, the person turned it into a real painting and sold it back to him for two hundred million yuan.

Who would be able to accept this?

Especially Ye Yun's playful expression. It was truly infuriating!

The way everyone looked at Ye Yun became inexplicably frightened.

This fellow killed people with a soft knife, it was too scary!

Zhang Huaiyu walked over and took Zhao Shun's pulse for a while. Then, he shook his head with his eyes closed.

"The depression has been accumulating for a long time. In addition to the anxiety in his heart, it caused the depression to explode. Yin and Yang are in chaos, causing the blood flow to go up against each other. I'm fine. Spit out some blood and rest for a while. I'll just go back and take care of myself. Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to be open-minded and not get angry so easily. It was just a small matter. How could he be angry to the point of vomiting blood? Sigh, young man!"

" Zhang Huaiyu, shut up. If you keep talking, I will be so angry that I will vomit blood if I don't spit out blood. "

Master Pu said with a cold snort.

The others also had strange expressions on their faces.

Not only did they lose tens of millions of yuan, they also lost two hundred million yuan, and even their faces were rubbed against the ground. Was this considered a small matter?

This fellow's words were also infuriating.

If not for the fact that Zhao Shun had just vomited blood and his brain was still buzzing and could not hear what he said, he would have probably vomited blood again.

"I was just reminding him out of kindness. Help him to a quiet place to rest for a while."

Zhang Huaiyu chuckled and returned to his seat.

Elder Sun suddenly said to Ye Yun.

"Mr. Ye, may I ask if you can give up your love and sell this painting of Tang Bohu's Divine Song to me? Name your price. "

"If you like it, then take it."

Ye Yun handed it over without thinking.

He was not interested in antiques at all. He might as well change it.

If it was jade with spiritual energy, it could be turned into a magic weapon.

In his eyes, this kind of calligraphy and painting was just a common thing.

When Elder Sun heard this, he was overjoyed.

When he asked this question just now, he was still anxious and worried that he would offend the other party.

After all, to someone who loved paintings, using money to measure a painting was simply an insult to a painting.

If someone else offered to buy a painting from him, he would be angry.

In his eyes, calligraphy and paintings were priceless.

Only when he was interested in other people's things would he use some of the things he collected to exchange for them. There was no such thing as buying or selling.

As for Ye Yun, since he was so knowledgeable in appraising calligraphy and paintings, he must also be someone who loved painting.

He would definitely be like himself, unwilling to sell this kind of painting like it was a commodity.

But he didn't expect the other party to agree so readily.

Elder Sun's heart was filled with gratitude.

'This young man must have seen that I love painting. He's so old and wants to fulfill my wish. I really, really have no way to repay him... '

He did not know how to describe his feelings and hurriedly took out his phone.

"Mr. Ye, give me an account. I will transfer the money to you now."

Ye Yun didn't stand on ceremony and immediately gave him an account.

Not long after, he received a message on his phone. 200 million cash had been transferred to his account.

"200 million. What does Mr. Ye think of this price?"

Matriarch Sun was too excited. After transferring the money, she asked with an embarrassed expression.

What could Ye Yun think? Once the money was transferred, he naturally would not return it.

"My God, it was actually sold for 200 million! This money is too easy to earn!"

"I bought it for 200 dollars and sold it for 200 million. That's a million times more! This is too terrifying!"

"Calling him a pauper, that's great. I earned 200 million in a minute!"

Everyone was discussing amongst themselves, and the way they looked at Ye Yun was filled with endless envy and jealousy.

Zhao Shun was so jealous that he wanted to vomit blood.

At this moment, he wished he could become a little transparent.

Xiao Ruoyu silently looked at Ye Yun. Her mood was indescribably complicated.

She could only watch helplessly as the once useless person, the person she looked down upon just now, became a billionaire at this moment.

She felt an indescribable discomfort.

It was not jealousy, nor was it envy. She could not tell what it felt like, but it was uncomfortable anyway.

It was as if you were looking down at the ants on the ground from the sky.

One day, this ant suddenly jumped onto your feet.

Although in your eyes, he is still under your feet, but he actually climbed onto your feet.

Xiao Ruoyu was very disgusted with this kind of feeling.

Wai Zixuan looked at Ye Yun with more and more admiration.

Mr. Ye was really omnipotent. She didn't know what else he didn't know.

Daoist Priest Zhang Huaiyu, who was standing beside her, also looked at Ye Yun.

He had always regarded this kid as an ignorant kid. He never thought that this kid would have such capability.

The Dao of Treasure Inspection is also more powerful than this old man.

However, earning 200 million in the blink of an eye, and even in front of so many people, is not a good thing at all.

Zhang Huaiyu's eyes sparkled with a strange light.

He then looked in the direction where Master Pu had disappeared, as if there were countless schemes hidden deep in his eyes.

A wave passed.

The scene gradually quieted down.

The auctioneer glanced enviously at Ye Yun, then he put away his complicated feelings and once again revealed a professional smile on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's start bidding for the seventeenth item of this charity auction. It's a Ming Dynasty porcelain..."

The auction continued, and everyone's thoughts returned to the auction items in front of them.

Ye Yun was not interested in the next two items.

However, after his performance just now, everyone had long since recognized him as a Divine level appraiser.

After the auctioneer finished introducing the items, he started bidding.

The scene strangely quieted down.

Everyone looked at him, wanting to see his reaction.

However, they saw that he was completely indifferent. This time, everyone was confused, not knowing if they should make a move or not.

No one bid, and the auctioneer was embarrassed. He could only look at Ye Yun as if asking for help.

However, Ye Yun's thoughts were not there. His eyes were staring at the bamboo flute, thinking about some things.

This made the auctioneer anxious. Sir, please open your mouth.

Otherwise, this business would not be able to continue.

Xiao Ruoyu thought for a moment and turned to the side to ask.

"Ye Yun, what do you think of this porcelain? Is it true?"

"That's right, Mr. Ye. Why don't you tell us? Everyone is looking at you."2

She also wanted to know if this porcelain was real or fake.

If it was real, she would buy it back for her grandfather.

Her grandfather actually quite liked porcelain.

Ye Yun came back to his senses, and only then did he realize that the scene was strangely quiet. Everyone was waiting for him to speak.

He could not help but shake his head and laugh. He glanced at which piece of porcelain.

"It's true. If you like it, then take it."

After he said this, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, they started bidding.

The auctioneer looked gratefully at Ye Yun, and once again smiled as he looked at the crowd.

The vase was quickly auctioned off.

Next, the eighteenth item was a piece of sandalwood.

Ye Yun wasn't interested.

Everyone waited for him to say that he could bid before bidding.

In fact, 99% of Ho Shan's collections were authentic.

However, these people were afraid when they saw a painting.

They only felt relieved when Ye Yun opened his mouth.

Of course, this was also a form of comfort in their hearts.

They gradually understood this principle, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed in their hearts.

Master Pu was at the side helping Zhao Shun regulate his qi and blood.

Although he wasn't a Godly Doctor, he was still a spell master. His familiarity with the meridians and acupoints was no less than those famous TCM doctors.

Some simple massage was not a problem.

This was what it meant when one's medical skills were interlinked.

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