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The four hundred and twentieth chapter was touched again

At this time, a watchman asked next to him, "Old Yan, how much is this calligraphy and painting worth?"

Mr. Yan withdrew his reluctant gaze and said seriously, "I auctioned a copy of Yan Zhenqing's original work at the auction not long ago. At that time, it sold for 3 million yuan. I saw that the color of this calligraphy and painting should be at least more than 5 million yuan."

"Oh my God! This is too valuable, right?"

"This little brother bought it for 5,000 yuan, and it turned into 5 million after making a bet. It was a huge profit!"

"Now calligraphy and paintings are sold according to size. The authentic works of Yan Zhenqing are worth the absolute price."

Yan Shichao threw a step first and asked, "Brother Ding Ning, I am willing to spend six million of my subordinates to this calligraphy and painting. What do you think?"

Ding Ning smiled. Mr. Yan was so happy. He would take action when he saw something valuable and talked about friendship. It would not be appropriate if Ding Ning didn't sell it to Mr. Yan.

"Okay! Mr. Yan likes it, it's better for you to accept it."

"Brother Ding Ning is just happy!"

Yan Shichao directly arranged for someone to transfer six million to Ding Ning, and then carefully put away Yan Zhenqing's original works.

"Dingdong! The account of Taobao is available, six million yuan!"

The weasel was so distressed that he was almost heartbroken that he had lost 6 million yuan, he had to pay 200,000 yuan. It was a sin!

"Boss Huang, have you seen enough? The gambling is over." Ding Ning reminded.

Yan Shichao immediately said, "Boss Huang, you lost this bet, so pay Brother Ding Ning as soon as possible!"

"I……"

When he thought about losing so much money today, the weasel's heart was like a knife cut. However, as a notary, Yan Shichao could not rely on the debt, otherwise he would not have thought of hang out in the antique industry in the future.

In desperation, the weasel had to take out his cell phone and transfer 200,000 yuan to Ding Ning.

After the gambling game ended, Ding Ning stopped staying in this calligraphy and painting shop and started wandering around again when he went out.

When everyone left, three strong men came in the calligraphy and painting shop. The leader of the black man said to the weasel, "Brother, that boy has cheated us so much money, so he can't just leave!"

This big black man is called Nigami, and he is in the same group as the weasel. He usually robs tombs and digs graves, and occasionally robs and carries out porcelain.

If Yan Shichao hadn't arranged it suddenly just now, they would definitely not have let Ding Ning go out like this.

The weasel slapped the table heavily and gritted his teeth, "You must not forget this, I want to take advantage of us, dream!"

The nigger said, "Brother, what should we do? Why don't our brothers go and make that kid?"

The weasel glared at the nigger and said, "We have to be beaten and killed by being always thinking about fighting and killing. Do we understand? Got it!

"Oh! My brother means to try to mess with the car! Squeeze all his money! If it doesn't work, let's come again!" said one of the followers.

"Yes! That's it!"

After saying that, the nigger reached out to take out a vase with several broken mouths. They used to use this one before.

Seeing this, the weasel slapped the nigger in the head and shouted, "Pig brain, we have lost six million yuan. Even if this thing is intact, it will only be hundreds of thousands. What do you want to touch?"

The nigger asked, "Then...what do we want to use to mess with?"

The weasel thought about it and collected a pottery figurine a few days ago. It looked very expensive and was just right for it to use.

"Just that terracotta figurine bought for thirty dollars! Anyway, I can't tell how much it is if I'm not a serious person."

"yes!"

The black ghost responded, pushed open the back door of the store, and moved out a half-person-tall pottery figurine from it.

This pottery figurine is in a ragged state, but it can still be seen as a maid from the Tang Dynasty. She is fat and fat, and she is cute and has a half kite in her hand.

The weasel looked at the pottery figurines and said, "This thing is already ragged and can't be sold for a lot of money. It's just right for you to use it for a car accident. You can take this!"

The black ghost used a cardboard box to pack the terracotta figurines, and then the two carried them out the door.

Ding Ning was wandering around the antique market and walked very quickly, and the three people quickly caught up.

The nigger said to the other two, "Old rule, after I hit him later, you will be in front of you."

"Second brother, don't worry! We have done this more than once, and we have become familiar with it for a long time."

The two agreed immediately and then divided into two groups.

The nigger followed Ding Ning quietly, and after finding the opportunity, he ran into it.

But according to the usual routine, he could definitely knock people out of focus at more than 1.9200 kilograms, and then hit the two people who cooperated there. Then the two of them threw the cardboard box on the ground and then began to blackmail.

But just when the nigger bumped into Ding Ning, it felt like it hit a hard wall. Ding Ning didn't move at all, but the nigger bounced out from behind.

The two people in front still acted as planned and threw the cardboard box to the ground. With a clamor, the terracotta figurines immediately broke.

All this should have been done naturally, but Ding Ning unexpectedly did not encounter the cardboard box at all.

Now, the two of them were embarrassed. They didn’t touch the box at all. You threw the box on the ground yourself. Isn’t this an obvious sign of a collision?

But they did not regret taking medicine, and now they can only continue to follow the routine.

One of the buzz cuts pointed at Ding Ning and cursed, "Boy, don't you have any eyes when walking? You smashed my uncle's things and you will lose money! Otherwise, you won't want to leave the antique market today!"

Ding Ning blinked his eyes and then laughed, "Brother, you should be more professional when you try to deal with cars. I didn't touch your cardboard box at all. It's so far away. How did you encounter it?"

"That's right, I saw clearly just now that the young man stood firmly, and you threw the things on the ground yourself." said a vendor next to him.

"That's right, it's obvious that you're just a mess and you still don't admit it. Boy, you're going to be cheated!"

"Speak less of a minute, these people are hooligans in the antique market. We can't afford to offend them, but this young man is going to be in trouble..."

At this time, the nigger got up from the ground and said to the onlookers with a fierce look, "Don't meddle in other people's business. Will you compensate if the things are broken?"

As soon as this ruthless force came out, everyone shut up, and the nigger didn't hide it and said straight to the point, "Say! How much do you want to pay us?"

Ding Ning casually glanced at the cardboard box, then said, "I will pay as much as the things in it are worth."

When the black ghost saw the other party, he immediately admitted his fear and smiled proudly, "This is a new Tang Dynasty pottery figurine, worth 6 million. Now that it is like this, you have to pay for it!"
Chapter completed!
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