Chapter 90 Brother, why don't you laugh when you are happy?

"The real Song Huizong thin gold body copybook!"

This post is so recognizable!

Because, this copybook is almost exactly the same as the fake copybook before.

However, the words in this copybook are more beautiful, more elegant and handsome, more agile, and more agile.

At a glance, you will know whether it is true or false.

"I didn't expect that the real copybooks are hidden in the fake copybooks, and they are hidden for hundreds of years!"

Really "it's amazing, admire the wisdom of the ancients!

"So, this copybook is very valuable?"

"Of course, the real Song Weizong thin gold body, how valuable do you think it is?

Everyone was shocked and excited.

But two people were dumbfounded!

That is the original owner of this copybook.

"There is really a painting in a painting! 19

"And it's a real painting!"

Elder Sun looked at it for a while, and said with a trembling voice: "This is the real work, this is definitely the real work! Only the real Song Weizong can write a font that is agile, fast, thin and graceful!"

"Furthermore, this font is very mature, and it was definitely written in his later years in his later years!

In addition, this copybook has been kept in such a good condition that it has not experienced wind, frost, snow and rain, as if it was just written, and the value is even higher!"

"The value of this copybook is immeasurable!"

Fatty Wang said in a trembling voice, "Old Sun, you say that its value is immeasurable... But any calligraphy and painting should have a price, right? How much do you think this copybook is worth?

"You are an industry insider yourself, and you can estimate the price yourself!

Fatty Wang raised a finger tremblingly: "One hundred million!"

"One hundred million?" Old Sun shook his head and said, "It's too low! There was a thin gold copybook of Song Huizong sold at the Subi auction house before, and it sold for a sky-high price of 250 million!"

"I saw that copybook. It belongs to the early works of Song Huizong, and the writing power is not mature enough! And the copybook is damaged, and the price has dropped a little! Just this, it also sold for a sky-high price of 250 million!"

"And our copybook is a work of late Song Huizong, and the writing power is very mature and self-contained! Moreover, our copybook is larger than his copybook, and the copybook is still in such good condition, how much do you think it's worth? 22

Fatty Wang's feet were soft, and he fell down with a thud.

Angkor was also a little dizzy, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

The previous Song Huizong copybook sold 250 million!

Then their picture is more complete, and it is also a calligraphy sticker of Song Huizong's later works, isn't it more valuable?

That's how they are...

Selling copybooks worth more than 200 million for 3 million cheap?

The more they think about it, the more they feel bad!

His face turned pale.

But at this time, no one noticed these two people.

All focus on this copybook.

"I really like this copybook! Every word is art, and every stroke is so perfect and natural! Only Song Weizong can write such a beautiful thin gold body!" Old Sun complimented him.

Then he raised his head and said expectantly: "Young man, I really like this copybook! Do you sell it, I will pay 250 million!

Fatty Wang, who just stood up, fell down again with a plop.

Lin Beifan shook his head.

Old Sun frowned: "250 million is indeed a bit low, I'm totally sorry for this copybook! Let's go, I'll pay 300 million, I hope you can give my old guy a face!"

Fatty Wang, who had just stood up again, slipped and slipped again.

Lin Beifan still shook his head.

Sun Lao said again: "Then I will pay 320 million, okay?

Fatty Wang's feet were soft again.

Lin Beifan still shook his head.

"350 million!

Fatty Wang's feet were no longer strong.

Only put both hands on the table, so as to maintain the balance of the body.

"Young man, you can directly ask for a price. How much will you be willing to give me this font? As long as the price is not excessive, I can consider it!" Old Sun said eagerly.

Fatty Wang's hands became soft and fell down again.

And Angkor is numb!

Heart numb, body numb!

I actually gave away fonts worth 350 million?

In the expectation of Sun Lao, Lin Beifan shook his head: "Sun Lao, it's not about money! But I like this copybook very much, I don't plan to sell it, I want to collect it myself! 93

If he had just started his career, he might have sold the copybook for the hundreds of millions.

However, he is no longer short of money.

That way you don't need to give the good stuff away.

Keep this calligraphy and painting in your hand, you can also pretend to be a cultural person!

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By the way, get angry with a certain protagonist, hehe!

Sun Lao asked again: "Are you really not selling?"

Lin Beifan shook his head: "Not for sale!"

Sun Lao was very disappointed: "Okay, a gentleman does not take people's favor, but I hope you will let me appreciate it for a while! 99

"of course can!

Then, Lin Beifan turned his head and hugged the numb Angkor excitedly.

"Brother Wu, thank you for helping me choose such a valuable copybook!"

"I didn't even think that I only spent 3 million to buy back the original Song Huizong thin gold body, the authentic Song Huizong thin gold body worth more than 300 million! Haha!

"I never thought that I could make so much money in one shot!

"Hundreds of times the rate of return, I have never made so much money playing securities in one day! 93

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"Brother, you are the best!"

"You are my lucky star, you are my god of wealth!

"When you go back, I will definitely reward you heavily!

"Hahahahaha!

Angkor's mouth twitched, and his heart twitched.

Every word of this is like rubbing salt on his wound!

It hurts!

it hurts!

So sad!

On the other side, Fatty Wang also shook his chest vigorously.

"Three hundred million... just lost like that?"

Heartache can't breathe!

Facing the excited Lin Beifan, Angkor finally pulled out a forced smile: "Mr. Lin, you're welcome, this is what I should do! You make money, and I'm happy too, right?"

Lin Beifan laughed: "That's right! I've made money, and I will never treat you badly! Brother Wu, why don't you laugh at such a happy moment? Just laugh!"

Angkor grinned: "Wow."

"Why does it sound like a cry?"

On the other side, Fatty Wang, who was in love with the scene, burst into tears.

After everyone laughed, Lin Beifan leaned on Angkor's shoulders intimately: "Brother Wu, it's up to you next! Pick me a big, valuable one, and I'll give you a big red envelope!"

"Okay, Mr. Lin! But I'm a little anxious, I'm going to the toilet! Angkor felt that he had to go to the toilet to wash his face and keep calm.

Lin Beifan waved: "Go ahead", go back early!

"I have a toilet here, I'll take him there!" Fatty Wang followed with hanging on his chest,

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