Chapter 1243: Finding a bargain worth 1.5 million, an unexpected encounter with 40s Chanel

Lin Lang carefully placed Xiao Haotian on the ground first, then gently put Xiao Zhiyi down, squatted down, kissed his son's soft cheek, and then pinched his daughter's chin.

"Tian'er, Yi'er, it's time to go to school."

Xiao Haotian immediately straightened his back and swallowed the candy in his mouth: "Your subject understands, and will certainly live up to Father's expectations."

Xiao Zhiyi nodded in agreement, but her sweet little voice carried a hint of reluctance: "After you finish learning, can you still eat candy?"

"Of course." Lin Lang smiled and ruffled her hair. "My darling daughter, listen to the Grand Tutor and your teacher, be good!"

"Yay!" Lin Zhiyi's eyes lit up, and she bowed respectfully to Lin Lang: "This humble woman takes her leave, goodbye Aunt Zhao!"

Zhao Liying nodded slightly and gave Xiao Zhiyi a gentle smile.

"Your subject takes his leave." Xiao Haotian also respectfully bowed to Lin Lang.

Then, the two little ones quickly ran to the side, picked up their respective candy gift boxes, and obediently followed the two palace maids as they turned and walked into the corridor.

Xiao Haotian didn't forget to turn around and wave at Zhao Liying, while Xiao Zhiyi, carrying the gift box, ran a few steps to catch up with her brother. The two small figures, one on the left and one on the right, quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Zhao Liying waved to Xiao Haotian and watched the two little ones leave with a smile.

Lin Lang gazed in the direction his two children had gone until they were no longer visible before slowly straightening up.

Sunlight fell on his shoulders, and the tenderness in his eyes gradually settled into a deep expectation. These two children would shoulder not only the fate of China, but also the continuation and glory of the Lin family.

Watching from the side, Zhao Liying gently held Lin Lang's hand and said sweetly, "Tian'er and Yi'er are both smart and clever, and they will definitely grow up to be the kind of people you hope for."

Lin Lang turned his head and smiled at Zhao Liying. His smile contained both determination and the tenderness of a father.

Just then, Zhao Liying suddenly covered her mouth and looked up at the distant sky, her eyes wide open and her voice trembling: "My God! How come people in the Tang Dynasty can fly? That little boy is actually flying on a sword!"

Lin Lang followed Zhao Liying's gaze and a smile immediately appeared in his eyes.

"That's my son with Bai Xiaowei, Lin Haoxian, who's almost five years old. He awakened his superpowers of willpower when he was two, and he especially loves playing with this little sword. He flies around on his sword in the back garden every day, and we can't stop him."

Zhao Liying turned to look at Lin Lang, her eyes filled with disbelief. "So, husband, no, Your Majesty, you possess telekinetic superpowers?"

"Yes, Xian'er is just like me." Lin Lang looked at the small figure flying in the air on a sword, his tone filled with pride. "This kid is very naughty, he's never still for a moment."

Xiao Haoxian flew away in the blink of an eye because he didn't see Lin Lang.

Zhao Liying was still in shock and exclaimed in astonishment, "My God! I've learned something new today, Your Majesty. Please show me your telekinetic superpowers!"

"Silly wife, when it's just the two of us, I still prefer you to call me husband." As Lin Lang spoke, he simply moved his fingers slightly, and the stone bench weighing over a hundred pounds beside the back garden path slowly floated up.

Zhao Liying covered her mouth in shock, her almond-shaped eyes wide as she stared at the suspended stone bench. After a long while, she finally found her voice: "This...this is too amazing!"

With a flick of his finger, Lin Lang brought the stone bench that had been floating in mid-air back to its original position. He reached out and put his arm around Zhao Liying's slender waist, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "My greatest skill is still my bedroom skills."

"You're so naughty, honey!" Zhao Liying lightly punched Lin Lang's shoulder with her small fist, her face turning red instantly.

Lin Lang's face broke into his signature wicked grin.

"Honey, let's hurry back to the modern era, otherwise if my concubines from the Tang Dynasty see me, I'll have to stay here and keep them company."

"That won't do. Honey, you promised to spend the whole day with me today." Zhao Liying immediately pouted.

Lin Lang gently stroked Zhao Liying's flushed cheek with his fingertips, a playful yet doting smile in his eyes: "Baby, hold me tight, we're about to start our time travel."

"Okay." Zhao Liying immediately dropped her coquettish demeanor, wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Lang's waist, pressed her cheek against his warm chest, and gave him a charming and sweet smile.

With a slight thought, Lin Lang immediately activated the [Space-Time Global Teleport] skill. A faint golden halo instantly appeared around him, rippling out like water and tightly enveloping the two of them.

"call out……"

A strong wave of dizziness swept over her, and Zhao Liying felt the world spinning around her. The wind was howling in her ears, and the feeling of time and space being forcibly torn apart frightened her so much that she buried her face even deeper into Lin Lang's chest.

The next second, the dizziness suddenly disappeared, and my feet finally touched solid ground.

Zhao Liying shook her still heavy head and slowly opened her eyes, only to be completely dumbfounded.

What she saw was neither her familiar home in modern Shanghai, nor the ornate Tang Dynasty imperial mansion in Shanghai, but a luxuriously decorated European-style hall.

A dazzling crystal chandelier hangs from the dome, reflecting a brilliant light. The two sides of the hall are filled with European-style chairs carved with intricate patterns, where a group of foreigners dressed in period clothing sit, each with a hint of reserve and arrogance on their faces.

The air was filled with the rich scent of perfume and the faint aroma of cigars, and she could hear French, which she couldn't understand at all.

"Distinguished guests, the next work we will be auctioning is 'The Dream' by the Spanish painter Pablo Picasso, created in 1932, with a starting price of 10 francs." The auctioneer's French pronunciation sounded like rusty iron scraping together.

The foreigners in the audience began to bid.

Zhao Liying froze instantly, and subconsciously tugged at Lin Lang's sleeve, her voice weak and uncertain.

"Honey...did you travel to the wrong place? Where are we?"

Lin Lang had already taken in everything around him. A confident smile appeared on his lips as he put his arm around Zhao Liying's waist and whispered in her ear, "This is the Drouot auction house in Paris in 1940."

"Uh... Honey, why did you take me to the Drouot Auction House in 1940?" Zhao Liying's eyes widened, and she was a little confused for a moment.

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something, and asked with bright eyes, "Honey, are you planning to take me through time to find some bargains?"

Lin Lang raised an eyebrow and replied in a low voice, "That's right, today your husband will take you to pick up some bargains and make a fortune."

Zhao Liying blinked her big, watery eyes at Lin Lang, and asked excitedly, "What kind of bargains can we find in this day and age?"

Lin Lang chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the auction stage not far away. His voice lowered slightly, yet it carried an irresistible allure: "There are several oil paintings at today's auction. Back then, they weren't expensive, but now each one is a priceless world-famous masterpiece."

"Take this Picasso painting 'The Dream' which is currently being auctioned, for example. I managed to snag it at a bargain price and get its modern value of 1.5 million yuan."

"A steal of 1.5 million?" Zhao Liying gasped, her eyes instantly lighting up like stars. She grabbed Lin Lang's arm, her voice brimming with excitement, "Then aren't we going to be rich?"

Seeing Zhao Liying's greedy little face, Lin Lang couldn't help but chuckle and pinched her cheek: "That's right, today I'll help you make a little fortune."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the auctioneer on the stage picked up his gavel, cleared his throat, and announced loudly in fluent French, "30 francs for the first time!"

"30 francs, for the second time!"

Just then, Lin Lang proudly raised his right hand above his head, and his fluent and authentic French voice clearly echoed throughout the hall: "I offer ten 500-gram gold bars."

Lin Lang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Instantly, the once noisy hall fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to Lin Lang and Zhao Liying, two strikingly different Eastern faces.

The men and women dressed in fine clothes looked astonished and confused.

Clearly, they couldn't believe that someone would bid 5000 grams of gold to bid for Picasso's painting "The Dream" in the very year France had just been defeated, an era when gold was the hardest currency.

The auctioneer paused for a moment, his hand holding the gavel hesitating, before asking uncertainly, "Sir, are you sure you want to bid 5000 grams of gold?"

Although in France at that time, 5000 grams of gold could only be exchanged for more than 40 francs on the official market, this year was during World War II when France was defeated, and 5000 grams of gold could be exchanged for at least 200 million francs on the black market!

This was equivalent to Lin Lang's bid, which was an astronomical sum at the time.

After all, people only collect things when the times are prosperous; gold is the hard currency during times of war.

Lin Lang slowly stepped forward and said in fluent French, "You heard me right, add two more gold bars, 6000 grams of gold is also acceptable."

The auctioneer looked surprised upon hearing this and quickly turned to the auction house manager standing to the side, asking in a low voice, "Can we bid directly in gold for this auction?"

The manager immediately replied with delight, "Of course! With the franc depreciating and gold prices soaring, who would want francs when they have gold?"

Upon hearing this, the auctioneer immediately turned back to face the audience, raised his gavel, and announced, "6000 grams of gold once!"

This caused an uproar in the audience, with everyone discussing the matter.

"Who are these two Asians? Are they crazy? Buying a painting like this with 6000 grams of gold?"

"Picasso's paintings are somewhat interesting, but they're definitely not worth this price, are they?"

"Who uses gold for auctions? Are they trying to cause trouble?"

Feeling nervous under the stares of so many unfamiliar foreigners, Zhao Liying shrank back behind Lin Lang and whispered, "Honey, why are they all looking at us? We came empty-handed, where are you going to get 6000 grams of gold?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Lin Lang patted her hand, his tone nonchalant. "I have plenty of gold bars in my personal storage space."

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing that no one else was bidding, the auctioneer, after the third bid of 6000 grams of gold received no response, gave the final word: "6000 grams of gold sold!"

"Whoa..." The scene erupted in an uproar.

A smug smile appeared on Lin Lang's face.

Because at the gold price in 2006, 6000 grams of gold was only worth a little over 160 million Chinese yuan.

Therefore, Brother Lang definitely got a great deal.

Just as the auctioneer announced the sale, a clear, cold, and somewhat arrogant female voice suddenly rang out from the front of the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the speaker was an elegant middle-aged woman.

She wore a well-tailored black tweed suit, with a simple white silk scarf around her neck. Her short hair was neatly combed, and she exuded an air of pride and nobility that was ingrained in her very being.

Lin Lang learned from the clues that this person was none other than Gabrielle Chanel, the founder of the Chanel brand.

Chanel slightly raised her chin, her gaze fixed on Lin Lang, her tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.

"Sir, if I may be so bold, Drouot Auction House has never had a precedent for bidding without a bid. You haven't even conducted a verification of funds beforehand, so how can you prove that you can really produce 6000 grams of gold?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a chorus of agreement erupted from the audience.

"That's right! Ms. Chanel was right! Is he here to cause trouble?"

"Ordinary people simply cannot obtain this much gold nowadays."

"Anyone can talk the talk, but if you can't produce the gold, this matter won't be settled so easily!"

Although Zhao Liying couldn't understand French, she could tell from the questioning tone that her heart clenched instantly. She subconsciously gripped Lin Lang's clothes, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Honey, what are they saying? Have they discovered we're time travelers?"