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After Yang Lin proposed that he only wanted the Taoist robe, everyone was already very confused.

But at this moment Yang Lin spoke again.

"Originally, if I had collected those three things from you, the kindness of saving your life would be completely offset."

"But now that I have accepted this robe from you, I still owe you something."

"How about this? I'll give you something else to make up for it."

As soon as he finished saying this, everyone looked at him in disbelief.

"What does Yang Lin mean by this? Does he mean that this Taoist robe is more precious than those three things combined?"

"Is he crazy? This rag is so good that he still needs change?"

"God is looking for money."

"Yang Lin is really a fastidious person. He is not willing to take advantage of others."

"Then again, he's going to make up for it with something."

"It's just that it's hard to define this kind of thing."

Just when everyone expressed their confusion, President Zheng also looked confused.

"Uh, no need, Taoist priest."

"You saved my life. This is such a great kindness. I should give you anything."

"If you like this robe, just take it."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Lin shook his head.

"One yard after another, that Taoist robe is indeed of great significance to the poor Taoist."

As he spoke, he pinched his fingers and did some calculations.

"If nothing else happens, the ambulance will arrive in ten minutes."

"President Zheng once said before that it seems that your grandma is about to celebrate her birthday, right?"

"In that case, Pindao has an idea."

After speaking, Yang Lin didn't explain too much, turned around and left the exhibition hall.

When he came back again, he already had pens, ink, paper and inkstones in his hands, which were obviously taken from the conference hall next door.

Seeing him suddenly bring in pen, ink, paper and inkstone, everyone became more and more puzzled.

"What are Yang Lin planning to do? Painting?"

"What are we going to draw this time?"

"Is this painting the one he used to settle the score?"

"Let's take a look first and then talk."

Just when everyone's curiosity was aroused, Yang Lin had already begun to prepare for painting.

As if he had already sketched it out countless times in his mind, the brush in his hand landed directly on the drawing paper.

Then there was a burst of pen movement.

The small brush seemed to come to life in his hand.

A few minutes later, the image of an elderly man with a big bump on his forehead appeared in front of everyone.

The old man holds Shoudao in one hand and a walking stick with a dragon head hanging on a gourd in the other. Under him is a fairy deer.

The fairy deer still holds mushrooms in its mouth, and combined with the auspicious clouds around it, it gives people an indescribable meaning.

After the painting was completed, Yang Lin casually wrote a few words on the side - Antarctic Immortal's Birthday Celebration Picture.

When he finished writing the last stroke, he put the pen aside and took a dig inside his sleeve.

The next second a small wooden seal appeared in his hand.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people present, he gently put his seal on the lower right corner of the scroll.

And at the moment when the seal was stamped, an undetectable light flashed across the painting.

When everyone reacted, the light disappeared immediately.

"What's going on? Did that painting just glow?"

"It's an illusion. How can the painting glow?"

"Then maybe I saw it wrong."

...

"Alright, President Zheng, this picture of the Antarctic Immortal celebrating his birthday can be regarded as the compensation given to you by Pindao."

"You must put it away."

Gently drying the ink on the scroll, Yang Lin handed the painting to his assistant in front of Chairman Zheng.

Until this moment, President Zheng still looked stupid, obviously shocked by Yang Lin's painting process just now.

From the time Yang Lin started painting, it took less than ten minutes before and after the scroll was put in place and stamped with his private seal.

It’s okay to finish a painting so quickly, the key is to still paint it so well.

He has been in the collection industry for many years and has appreciated paintings by countless celebrities. No matter in terms of technique or charm, none of them can surpass Yang Lin's painting.

Especially in terms of charm, the old Antarctic man in the painting and the fairy deer under him seem to have come alive.

Just taking one look at it made me feel much better.

If such a painting can be hung on the wall and admired from time to time, how can it not last long?

He could already imagine how happy his ninety-year-old mother would be after seeing this painting.

Its collection value has far exceeded the previous common objects.

And President Zheng is obviously not the only one who realizes this.

There are many collectors present, just like the old man in Tang suit from before.

After admiring Yang Lin's paintings, his eyes were full of envy.

"Old Zheng, you are really a blessing in disguise this time."

"If you can give this painting to me, what if I help you get shot?"

"It seems that I will inevitably run to your house from now on."

As he spoke, the old man turned his attention to Yang Lin.

"Taoist Priest, old man Qu Chunsong, this is my business card. If you have time, I hope Taoist Priest can come and sit down."

With that said, he handed Yang Lin one of his business cards.

Seeing this, other collectors present also followed suit.

Not long after, a large stack of business cards appeared in Yang Lin's hand.

And the titles of these people are without exception the senior executives or managers of a certain collection company and a certain auction house.

Considering that he might go shopping for some useful things in the future, Yang Lin casually put all these business cards into his sleeves.

Just when everyone was still trying to start a relationship with Yang Lin, a group of medical staff rushed in carrying a stretcher.

Seeing these medical staff, everyone present subconsciously glanced at the time, which happened to be the ten minutes Yang Lin had mentioned before.

While everyone was in a daze, a doctor asked eagerly:

"Where are the patients? Where are the patients who were shot?"

After hearing his words, everyone reacted and quickly looked at President Zheng who was resting on the chair.

At this moment, President Zheng stood up on his own initiative and walked to the doctor.

"Doctor, it's me, I was shot."

Hearing President Zheng's words, the doctor was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Where were you shot, arm or arm?"

"It's the chest, here."

Under the shocked gaze of the doctor, President Zheng pointed to the big hole in his chest that almost penetrated his body.

"this..."

Seeing the big hole in President Zheng's chest, both the doctor and the nurses who followed were dumbfounded.

It seemed hard to believe that the rosy-faced person in front of him who could walk and talk was a seriously ill patient who had been shot in the chest.

Perhaps seeing them in a daze, President Zheng quickly urged:

"Don't be stunned. The Taoist priest said that I will die in three hours. Please send me to rescue immediately."

After hearing his words, the doctor finally reacted.

Immediately, prepare to have the nurses carry President Zheng onto a stretcher.

But Chairman Zheng did not agree.

"Forget it, don't use the stretcher. I'll go by myself. The stretcher is too stained."

After saying that, he strode out of the exhibition hall, leaving others stunned.

At this moment, everyone was once again shocked by Yang Lin's medical skills.