Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“I’m sorry, but you’re late. I already bought the calligraphy.”
Deng Xinhe carefully rolled up Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy and said to the antique shop owner, “Pay the bill!”
The antique shop owner looked at Deng Xinhe worriedly and then at Song Wei. He raised a finger with a trembling hand. “One million!”
Although 1 million yuan was a lot, it was not worth ntioning to a rich family like Deng Xinhe. However, he did not have a check on him, so he could only ask the antique shop owner to go to the bank with him to withdraw the cash.
“There’s a bank nearby, right? Let’s go and get the money!”
Seeing that soone handsor than him had co a step ahead of him, Song Wei was imdiately pissed off. He sized up Deng Xinh and mocked, “Dude, look at you… Are you a beggar?”
He snorted. “I’m afraid you don’t even have 100 yuan, let alone 1 million yuan. Let give you a piece of advice. This is not a place for a small fry like you. Get lost!”
Deng Xinhe smiled and looked at him with mock as if he was an idiot. “You don’t look like you have one million either.”
Song Wei’s face darkened. He pointed at Deng Xinhe and said angrily, “Kid, watch your words. Do you know who my father is?”
Deng Xinhe released the intimidating aura he’d been suppressing, and his voice was as cold as winter wind. “I don’t care who your father is. He’s nothing in my eyes. Let tell you one thing, don’t provoke , or I’ll definitely make you regret being born into this world.”
After all, he was from a famous family in the capital. He couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath on such a second generation hooligan.
Song Wei was shocked and then he got furious. “Kid, who the hell are you? How dare you talk to like this? Do you believe with a call, I can make you get on your knees and beg for rcy?”
The antique shop owner could tell that these two young n were not to be trifled with. Just as he was about to go up to smooth things over, he heard Qin Xi’s voice. “What’s going on here?”
When Deng Xinhe saw her, he imdiately restrained his aura and said with a friendly smile, “Co and take a look. I bought Wang Xizhi’s authentic work!”
As he spoke, he opened the box and took out the scroll. He unscrolled it gently and flaunted, “How is it? Is it authentic? My old man likes to collect antique calligraphy and paintings the most. I think he’ll be happy to receive this.”
Liu Dequan looked at the calligraphy and felt that it was very rare. Although he knew nothing about calligraphy, looking at it, he was overwheld by a sense of awe.
Qin Xi frowned.
Because she cultivated the Mystic dical Technique, she more or less knew that the older sothing was, the richer the spiritual energy it was saturated with.
There was no spiritual energy in this calligraphy. On the other hand, there was actually a trace of spiritual energy on the silk that was used to wrap the calligraphy. Just like the small iron ball she bought, it emitted a dense spiritual energy. There must be sothing strange here.
“You want to buy it?” Qin Xi asked.
Deng Xinhe was stunned for a mont before nodding. “Yes, why?”
Qin Xi stared at him deeply. “Are you sure you want to buy it?”
Deng Xinhe’s heart skipped a beat. He said, uncertainly, “Actually, I don’t really have to buy it, do I?”
Hearing this, the antique shop owner panicked. He asked anxiously, “Sir, this is Wang Xizhi’s authentic work. Are you sure you don’t want to buy it?”
“Hmph, move aside if you can’t afford it.”
Song Wei was delighted, as if he had found an opportunity. He straightened his back and shouted, “Boss, I want this calligraphy! Pack it up!”
Qin Xi glanced at him with a faint smile and then looked at Deng Xinhe. “You don’t have to buy this calligraphy, but you have to buy the box.”
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