Reborn God Emperor Daddy

Chapter 107 There is heaven and earth in it
"I can't help it, I really can't help it."

The young man's eyes turned red when he said this, and he burst into tears, "My mother must have an operation as soon as possible, and she is still 1 yuan short.

I have already borrowed all the relatives I can borrow, otherwise I wouldn’t have sold the heirlooms..."

"Papa, big brother is so pitiful."

Tuantuan was originally very kind, but when he saw the young man crying, he immediately felt sympathy.

"Papa, please help big brother."

The little guy looked at her father expectantly. In her eyes, her father was an omnipotent person.

"Haotian, let's help him."

Lin Meichen was also moved with compassion.

"Help...help...help."

Yuanyuan followed suit.

"Ok!"

Song Haotian nodded. In fact, even if his daughter didn't speak, for the sake of this young man's filial piety, he decided to help her.

He can ignore the common people in the world, but the only one who sympathizes is the filial son.

Besides, this painting was originally a good antique. Although I don't know much about the current market of antiques, and I don't know how much it is worth, it is definitely a good thing.

At this moment, the young man felt that he was about to cry, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell it."

At this moment, his heart is full of despair, just like Xiao Huzi said, he thinks that he can sell 2000 is 2000.

Mustache had a beaming smile on his face, and he was about to reach for the painting.

"Wait a minute, I want this painting."

The young man was about to hand over the painting, but when he heard Song Haotian's words, he withdrew his hand and turned his head to look over.

Mustache's expression sank: "What do you mean?"

Song Haotian ignored him, and said to the young man: "I want this painting, give me the account number, and I will transfer the money to you now."

The young man said with a puzzled look: "Brother, how much do you pay?"

"I'll give you 5."

Hearing Song Haotian quote this price, the young man was startled.

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

He just asked for 1 yuan, but the other party gave 5 yuan all of a sudden, which was beyond his expectation.

Mustache also looked confused, not knowing what was going on.

Even if the other party took a fancy to this painting and wanted to steal his business, he wouldn't be able to offer such a high price, would he?
Song Haotian said with certainty: "I'm not joking, your painting is worth the price."

"Brother, you are a good person, thank you, but I only need 1 yuan."

The young man was grateful. With the 1 yuan, he could cover his mother's surgery fee.

"There are a lot of places where you spend money when you are sick and hospitalized, so buy more nutritional supplements for the rest."

Song Haotian stretched out his hand while saying, "Give me the account number, and I will make money for you right now."

"Brother, thank you, thank you so much!"

The young man was so grateful that he took out a bank card from his pocket tremblingly, and Song Haotian transferred 5 yuan to it.

With a ding, the young man received a text message from the bank and immediately handed over the painting in his hand.

"Brother, thank you very much."

After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply, turned and walked out of the antique shop.

The young man left, but Mustache looked unhappy.

Although the painting just now is not an authentic one, it can be regarded as a high-quality fake. If you buy it for 2000 yuan, you will never lose money, and it can be sold for [-] to [-] yuan.

Seeing the duck in his hand fly away, how can he have a good face.

"Boy, isn't it very authentic for you to do this? You even came to my shop to grab business."

At this moment, his face completely sank, and he no longer had the kindness before.

"People are willing to sell, we are willing to buy, we want you to manage."

Lin Meichen was extremely dissatisfied with this guy's taking advantage of the fire just now, and said angrily, "He is going to treat my mother. Not only did you not help, but you also took advantage of the fire to rob, do you have any conscience?"

"Conscience? I'm a businessman, and what I'm talking about is making money. What's the use of having a conscience?"

Mustache said sarcastically, "That painting is worth 2 yuan at most, but you spent 5 yuan. I think you are fools."

"Papa is not a fool!"

"Papa is the most... the most... the most powerful."

The two little guys couldn't understand anything else, but they understood that Mustache said his father was a fool, and they were immediately unhappy.

Mustache curled his lips, and shouted again: "Spent so much money to buy a fake, what is it if you're not a fool?"

"Bad guy, Papa is not a fool."

The little guy's eyes turned red as he spoke, and he was about to cry when he saw it.

"Don't cry, don't listen to his nonsense."

Song Haotian didn't pay attention to the mustache at all, seeing his daughter was about to cry at this moment, he quickly comforted him.

"Papa is not a fool."

Tuantuan said aggrievedly.

"Father is certainly not a fool."

Song Haotian held the painting and said, "This is actually a big baby, he is a fool, and the baby can't even see it in front of his eyes."

Tuantuan immediately laughed, "Papa is not a fool, Papa is the best."

Yuanyuan even stretched out her little finger, pointing at her mustache and shouting, "Big...big...big fool."

"I missed it, what a joke."

Xiao Huzi laughed disdainfully, "It's not such a trick to deceive children, and you don't even ask me who Zhang Laosan is.

After working in Antique Street for so many years, when did you see it?If you are a baby, I will write the characters upside down. "

Song Haotian frowned, this guy is not finished yet, does he have to make his daughter cry?It seems that they have to teach each other a lesson.

He looked at Mustache: "Since you said you didn't miss it, do you dare to make a bet?"

"Tell me, what kind of gambling method?"

The young man looked disdainful, his eyesight was well-known in the entire antique world, so how could he be afraid of a young man in his twenties.

"I'll bet you got it wrong." Song Haotian raised the scroll in his hand, "There is actually another world in this painting, and the value is far above 5.

We make a bet of 20. If you lose, I will give you 20, and if I lose, I will give you 20. "

Hearing this, Xiao Huzi's eyes lit up immediately. He looked at it very carefully just now. This painting is a fake, and the value will definitely not exceed 5 yuan.

If you can win 20, it will be a huge profit, enough to make up for the loss just now.

"No problem, I bet you."

Mustache looked excited.

Song Haotian said: "However, empty words have no proof, we need to make a written proof."

"No need, with me, Peng Yuanshan, no one can deny it."

While talking, an old man with white hair and childlike face came in from the outside, wearing a long robe and exuding an extraordinary temperament.

"Oh my god, it's Mr. Peng who's here. He's the chief appraiser of Anjiayuan."

"I heard that Mr. Peng's appraisal of antiques is a promise, and no one has ever questioned it."

"Of course, Mr. Peng has always been known for his fairness. He has been on the TV show Appraisal of Treasures."

Amidst a burst of discussion, people automatically stepped aside to let the old man walk in.

"Old Peng, why are you here?"

Zhang Laosan immediately greeted him with a flattering face.

Peng Yuanshan is the chief appraiser of Anjiayuan, and owns a certain number of shares. In terms of status and status, he is much higher than him.

"It's okay to take a stroll, I just saw this little brother betting with you."

Peng Yuanshan looked at the scroll in Song Haotian's hand with great interest, "Little brother, you said there is a universe in this painting."

"Not bad!"

Song Haotian nodded.

Peng Yuanshan said: "Young man, can you lend me the painting?"

(End of this chapter)