Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

"The largest painting pavilion? The painting pavilion in the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce is the largest, with all kinds of artworks."

Qian Wanguan asked an old man in Dongcheng District, the fifth person he asked this time, the first two did not understand, the other three said that the painting is the largest, obviously it was right.

After asking the exact location of the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce, he turned left and right to the city square and found the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce.

It was a huge castle. It is said that this Fengyue Chamber of Commerce is one of the largest chambers of commerce in the Zilong Archipelago. There are branch halls in each city, and there are all kinds of treasures and rare things in it.

"Adult, hello, what do I need to buy?"

There are a few beautiful maids at the door of the chamber of commerce. Although Qian Wanguan doesn't look good, but the robes are the most luxurious. They are also considered to have seen the market and are extraordinary. The maid is very acquainted and quickly ushered in.

Qian Wanguan's indifferent glance at the maid asked, "Where is the painting pavilion?"

"Adult, please here!"

The maid took Qian Wanguan to a side hall, where there were many guests, all of which were older, had different strengths, and had middle-ranking Tianjun. It should be the kind of person who has no hope of breaking through in this life, has a long life and has nothing to do, and instead likes to study calligraphy and painting, and is a vassal.

There are many paintings hanging in the hall, including portraits of people, portraits of monsters and beasts, as well as landscape paintings. Qian Wanguan saw a huge picture as soon as he entered. The painting was a terrifying monster. At that moment He thought it was true, and he was so scared that the fat fluttered. The monster saw his soul cold, and he felt like a wild beast.

"Five million stone?"

Qian Wanguan glanced at the corner of the price tag next to it, and a painting was so expensive? This thing is of no use at all, it is purely for viewing.

"Do you want to buy paintings, this guest? Or... sell paintings?"

A middle-aged manager in a blue robe came over and asked. He glanced at the scroll that Qian Wanguan was carrying, and there was a faint scorn in his eyes. The painting was actually rolled like this. Can it be called without painting?

Qian Wanguan grinned broadly: "I don't understand painting, and I don't want to buy it. I accidentally get an ancient painting and exchange it for Tianshi to play with."

Qian Wanguan's words attracted the attention of several old people who were watching the scrolls. Seeing the pale paintings in his hands aroused some interest. Is it really an ancient painting?

"Oh? Your Excellency, please show me. If it is really good painting, I will give the adults a satisfactory price." The middle-aged manager said politely.

"This is it!"

Qian Wanguan handed over the scroll in his hand and grinned: "My old man said, this is an ancient painting from the Eastern Continent, with a price of one million days of stone."

"Well……"

This sentence attracted the attention of more guests in the painting pavilion, and the face of the manager also solemnly rose up, slowly taking the picture scroll and slowly opening it on a long table next to it.

A half of the guests in the attic were attracted, and their eyes locked on the slowly opening picture.

"laugh……"

"This is also called painting?"

"This person's brain is okay, one million? Is it poor?"

"Oh...my eyes."

The painting hasn't been fully opened yet, many guests are taunting and disdainful. An old man blindfolded his eyes exaggeratedly, as if his eyes were dirty. The manager also showed warmth on his face, and it seemed that Qian Wanguan was here to entertain him.

Feeling the scornful eyes around, Qian Wanguan also wiped his face a little embarrassedly, but he believed that Jiang Yi and Feng Luan wouldn't make him play, and could only hold on to the end.

The picture was completely spread out. Many people glanced again, and they all looked back contemptuously. The manager also glanced a few times. He and Qian Wanguan said indifferently: "Your Excellency, we can't buy this picture, you should go to another house to see it. ."

Qian Wanguan touched his nose, gritted his teeth and said: "The store, my lord said, this painting is very...connotative, don't you look for the painter Jian Jian carefully?"

The middle-aged manager chuckled and said: "I am a third-level master painter, please ask someone else."

"Oh……"

Qian Wanguan responded disappointedly, and touched his head to make no sense. Does Jiang Yi and Feng Luan really have nothing to do with him?

"and many more!"

Just as he was about to put away the scroll, a spirited white-haired old man came over. This man was also a middle-ranking heavenly king. His eyes gleamed finely, and he watched the scroll carefully. He looked up after a long time: " Brother, can you have less of this painting?"

"what?"

Many guests looked at it in surprise, and the middle-aged manager frowned, once again turning his gaze to the picture scroll to observe carefully. This old man is a patron here, and his eyes have always been very venomous. He actually wants to buy this painting. That painting must have something special.

Qian Wanguan shook his head and said firmly: "My old man said, I don't sell one less Tianshi."

"Ok!"

The ring in the hand of the white-haired old man flashed, and he took out a ring and said, "There are millions of stones in it. Please count it."

"and many more."

At that moment, the middle-aged manager suddenly drank, his eyes were scary, his breath was a little short of breath, and he said aloud, "We bought the Fengyue Building, and we sold 1.5 million Tianshi!"

"Wow..."

The pan in the painting pavilion was frying, and all the guests looked at the scroll in shock, but the middle-aged manager immediately rolled the scroll up. He bowed to the white-haired old man: "Long, sorry, this little brother is looking for Our painting pavilion came to sell, so this painting...we bought it in Fengyuelou, and in the future Long Lao will buy paintings here for 10% off."

"Hum!"

The white-haired old man stopped doing it, and sneered, "You Fengyue Pavilion is so overbearing, you just didn't buy it just now, I made the bid, and now you actually raise the price in reverse? Then I'll sell two million days of stone, little brother ,how do you say?"

"Well…"

Qian Wanguan's whole body of pork fluttered. Jiang Yi didn't lie to him. Is this painting of ghost symbols really a treasure? Two million Tianshi, which is relatively expensive, can buy two other courtyards in this purple jade city.

He quickly calmed down, reached out and took the scroll from the middle-aged manager, and handed it to the old man: "This old man knows the goods. I naturally sold it to you. That's it, two million days of stone."

"it is good!"

The old man quickly took out a ring, and there was also a million stone in it. He was afraid that others would **** it. Qian Wanguan counted the number and turned around and walked away.

"Brother, wait!"

The middle-aged manager hurried over, with regret and guilt on his face. He bowed his hand and smiled: "Brother, I don't know Taishan this time. I have such a painting in the future. Although I can get it here, the price is easy to say. "

"talk later!"

Uncle Qian Wanguan glanced at the steward with squinted eyes and strode away. He didn't go back immediately, but turned around in the nearby shop, and finally entered a blue building in the room to use the Phantom Moonstone again to change his appearance, and then quickly returned to his yard.

He had been out for more than an hour, and Jiang Yi had already received rain and rain, sitting in the hall drinking tea. After Jiang Yi sent him in, he yelled, "Have it, boss, we sent it, your painting sold two million days of stone! Quickly, quickly draw hundreds of paintings, we sell You can go to the city of Shenci to settle down."

"Uh……"

Jiang Yi's soul was shocked. Is the painting of the ghost symbol really a legendary sky painting? What is his confusing doodle worth two million days? He suddenly got up and was ready to start immediately, first drawing hundreds of paintings and making hundreds of millions of dollars before talking.

Feng Luan had studied well for a long time, and the herring was holding her breath while looking nervously. Jiang Yifen wrote a disease book and a dragon snake, but Han Zhuxiang once again painted a ghost symbol.

However, Feng Luan swept and shook his head again and again: "No, there is no rhyme in this painting, it is not a heavenly painting, and no one wants it as a cursive paper..."

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PS: Chapter 5 is here. There is something wrong with the unit today, so it is late, of course... no matter how late, the old demon promised you, you must do it! Brothers, can you give me a monthly ticket?