Excellent eye

Chapter 166

"Who is this person? It's really a real-life living thing!" After the old man's voice fell, some of the other onlookers said sarcastically.

"I don't know, but it must be a rich man from a rich family." Zuo Yunlei's identity is different. If people know that he came to a place like the black market, the influence will be bad if it is spread, so when he came to the black market, he deliberately brought a A mask, so the people present did not recognize his identity.

As for the two personal bodyguards, Ahu and Abao, they each chose a pair of black sunglasses, looking rather cold.

"What's wrong with being rich, you can't be so spoiled if you have money!"

"You know what a fart, people call it helping others!"

"There are too many liars these days, and his acting skills are even close to those of a movie king. Who knows if this person is a liar..."

"That's right, these days, there are really too many liars! Even old ladies and old men have learned how to touch porcelain, what else is impossible..." Nowadays, in this world, I am used to seeing too many people. Too many scams, people's hearts will inevitably become indifferent.

"I'm not a liar!" The young man clenched his fists and said, the trembling of his cheek muscles could be clearly seen.

Zuo Yunlei directly chose to ignore the displeasure of the old man and the cynicism of other onlookers, and nodded solemnly at the young man with a slight smile, "I believe in you." After speaking, he took out the checkbook and was about to write out Cheque.

In fact, Zuo Yunlei recognized the identity of the old man when he walked over. Dong Youxing is also a well-known figure in the southern Burmese antique circle, but he is selfish and arrogant, and is not liked by the insiders.

The moment he took out the check book, he brought out a stack of stacked checks.

"Damn, I actually forgot about this." Zuo Yunlei slapped his head fiercely and said, after winning the bet in Kaiyuan Building, he was so excited to celebrate that he actually forgot about the outside village: " Ye Zi, here you are, this is the money won by the outside village."

"Brother Zuo, you can keep the money first, and calculate it when you go back. The four of us will share it equally." Ye Feng pushed his hand and said.

"How can it be done! You won all this money."

"Why not? We have agreed a long time ago that when we win the bet, the four of us will share the bets equally among the four of us." Ye Feng insisted. He knew that after he won the bet, it would definitely be like this. So at the time when everyone thought that he was bound to lose, he made such a request that if he won the bet, all bets from the outside banker would be shared equally among the four.

"No, no, we will never ask for this money." Zuo Yunlei shook his head again and again, and Feng Zixuan took over the conversation: "Yeah, Ye Zi, we won't ask for this money. Besides, Although this bet is a lot of money, it's not impossible for the two of us to get it out, so it's better for you to accept the money."

Facing the evasion of the two, Ye Feng said a little displeased: "Brother Zuo, Brother Feng, it's settled like this. If you continue to evade, then you don't treat me, Ye Feng, as your brother!"

"This..." Zuo Yunlei and Feng Zixuan opened their mouths in some embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

In their hearts, they were unwilling to accept the money.

"Brother Zuo, Brother Feng, since Ye Feng has said this, don't hesitate any longer. Besides, with the speed at which he is making money now, is he still short of this money?" Zhang Kexin smiled and said.

Hearing this, Zuo Yunlei and Feng Zixuan did not continue to say anything, did they? In just a few days, Ye Feng has already earned billions of emeralds. The speed of making money is absolutely infinite. People can reach it!

The impression of Ye Feng and Zhang Kexin in my heart couldn't help but get better again.

He wrote a check for 50 yuan, and Zuo Yunlei handed it to the young man: "Here, I bought this calligraphy and painting. Hurry up and use the money to prepare for your sister's surgery?"

The young man took the check with trembling hands, tears finally couldn't stop, dripping down: "Thank you, thank you!"

After choking for a short while, the young man wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said solemnly: "Benefactor, after my sister's illness is cured, even if I, Zhao Yunfeng, do your best for you, I will definitely repay your kindness."

This pair of calligraphy and paintings handed down by the family, although their parents told them when they left them that the calligraphy and paintings are of high value, if they are sold off, it will be enough to ensure that their siblings will live comfortably in this life, but judging from the situation in the black market today Looking at it, he also had doubts in his heart, are the calligraphy and paintings real?
20, except for the 50 price given by Zuo Yunlei out of sympathy, the 20 price given by the old man before is already the highest bid among all the people who have come to watch it so far.

"You don't need to be a cow or a horse. With this money, you should hurry back and prepare for your sister's surgery." Zuo Yunlei patted the young man's shoulder and said, probably because he felt sympathetic to each other. Young man, he couldn't help feeling a little more fond of him.

"Thank you, benefactor." The young man handed the scroll painting to Zuo Yunlei, greeted him and was about to leave anxiously.

"Wait a minute..." Zuo Yunlei suddenly shouted.

"Benefactor, is there anything else?" The young man turned around and asked in doubt.

"What else can I do! I must have regretted it after thinking about it!" The old man said disdainfully: "There are so many pitiful things in this world, maybe you can still take care of them all. Besides, it's true or not, Who knows if he is a liar..."

"I'm really not a liar. I'm a graduate student at the Southern Myanmar University of Science and Technology, and my sister is hospitalized in the No.1 civilian hospital. If you don't believe me, you can check it out." Being called a liar again, the veins on Zhao Yunfeng's face collapsed out.

Zuo Yunlei smiled and patted Zhao Yunfeng on the shoulder: "Okay, some people have a narrow personality and always think of everyone as him, just don't worry about it."

"Hmph! Don't regret it when you find out that you have been cheated!" the old man said coldly.

"Even if I'm cheated, that's something I'm willing to do, and you don't need to worry about it!" Zuo Yunlei said lightly.

"Benefactor, I'm really not a liar." Zhao Yunfeng hurriedly explained.

"Don't worry, I understand." Zuo Yunlei smiled and said, "The black market is still far away from the urban area. It's so dark that you can't even get a taxi when you go out..."

"I know, in fact, I didn't intend to go back by taxi."

"Don't take a taxi? Do you think there are buses to the city from here now?"

Zhao Yunfeng nodded: "After going out to the east for more than ten miles, there is a night bus that can go to the city."

Zuo Yunlei's heart was deeply touched again, and he greeted one of his personal bodyguards, Ah Hu, and said, "Ah Hu, you can drive him for a ride."

Ah Hu nodded and said, "Understood, Young Master Zuo."

"No, no, no need, I'll just walk back by myself." Zhao Yunfeng said repeatedly.

Zuo Yunlei bought the calligraphy and painting at a price of 50 yuan without even looking at it. He knew that the other party was helping him out of sympathy, so how could he continue to bother him...

Ye Feng stepped forward and patted Zhao Yunfeng on the shoulder and said: "Don't shirk it anymore, from here to the bus stop sign, and then to the urban area, you can't reach the hospital entrance, and after getting off the bus, you have to walk for such a long distance Road, it will probably be dawn when you get to the hospital, take the money, go back and let the doctor arrange surgery for your sister..."

Living in that kind of mountainous countryside since he was a child, he understands the sufferings of poor people far better than Zuo Yunlei and others.

Hearing this, Zhao Yunfeng did not continue to shirk, and bowed gratefully to everyone: "Thank you, benefactor!"

"Okay, don't call me benefactor and benefactor. If this goes on, I will be embarrassed by you. If you don't dislike it, just call me Brother Zuo." Zuo Yunlei smiled and said from his pocket Li took out a business card and handed it over: "This is my business card with my phone number on it. If you need help, you can call me at the number above."

"Well, Big Brother Zuo." Zhao Yunfeng took the business card and nodded heavily.

Leaving with Ah Hu, Zhao Yunfeng stared at the name on the business card, deeply engraving it in his mind.

This is the great benefactor of him and his sister.

"Brother Zuo, after all, it was something bought with money. Open it and have a look." Seeing the scroll painting in Zuo Yunlei's hand, Ye Feng said with a smile.

"Yes, open it and see what it is?" Feng Zixuan said expectantly.

Zhang Kexin and Zhou Xintong also had the same expectant expressions, but from Zhao Yunfeng's expressions, it can be seen that this thing is definitely passed down from their family.

But even if it is a family heirloom, it may not be authentic.

Slowly unfold the scroll, and a clear picture is displayed, eight horses are galloping on the vast land, one can clearly feel the speed of the wind and lightning, full of momentum.

The demeanor and running posture of each horse are vividly depicted, even the mane on the body is so clear and vivid, especially the pair of eyes, which are more vivid. The eight galloping horses give people a sense of It feels like a galloping horse.

"Eight Horses..." Zuo Yunlei and Zhang Kexin were half-professionals in antiques, and they recognized them immediately.

If it is not a high imitation, then this scroll painting should be Xu Beihong's Eight Horses.

"Is this the painting of eight steeds?" Many of the onlookers were out-and-out antique dealers, and they recognized the scroll painting at a glance.

"Eight galloping horses, what else is there besides Xu Beihong's Eight Horses..."

"But judging from the posture of the horse, this thing should be a real thing."

"It's a pity. If I knew it was Xu Beihong's painting of Eight Horses, I should have taken this calligraphy and painting!" As one of Xu Beihong's masterpieces, the painting of Eight Horses is of high value. If it is put up for auction, the market price will probably break through The price was 1000 million.

Everyone was attracted by the expressive posture of the galloping horse, and did not notice the strangeness in the scroll painting.

(End of this chapter)