Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

"If nothing else, please come back in three months!"

The governor saw Qian Wanguan being silent, and said impatiently, as the only auction house in the city, or a child of the four family Situ's family, this man had proud capital.

Qian Wanguan woke up, turned his eyes, and sneered: "What kind of sky paintings are you, my painting can kill your hundreds of sky paintings, I don't believe you call a painter."

"Ok?"

The manager's eyes cooled down, and he knew the value of the hundreds of sky paintings. This time he can definitely sell sky-high prices. This man is so eloquent? A warrior in the Vajra Realm dares to be so arrogant?

If this is not the Situ’s Chamber of Commerce, the manager will definitely make Qian Wanguan beat him out. He paused and sneered, "What if these three paintings are not worth the money?"

Qian Wanguan was awkward to ride a donkey, but the dead duck's mouth insisted: "If it's worth it, let it go."

"it is good!"

The governor got up and sneered, "If it's really a treasure, we will give you an auction for free. If the value is not worth 300 million days of stone, then I can only ask you to crawl out, come here... Go and ask Lao Lao to identify it. "

The affair is very clear, if it is valuable, the sky painting can be auctioned for free. If it is not worth 300 million, he will interrupt Qian Wanguan’s legs and let him crawl out!

Qian Wanguan's mouth twitched, and breaking his leg was a trivial matter, but there were people inside and outside the chamber of commerce. When he crawled out like this, he lost his face. Thinking of countless people mocking and sarcasm, his body suddenly tightened.

"Is this painting really worth 300 million yuan?"

He did not know that he could only hope that Feng Luan and Jiang Yi would not lie to him, otherwise the ugliness would be lost today.

"Shushasha!"

It didn’t take long for an old man wearing a white robe to walk outside. The old man was really old. Bai Hu had chest all over, and his eyes were muddy. He walked slowly and seemed to fall at any time. under…

This old man's status seems to be very high. The middle-aged manager quickly walked over to help the old man and said, "Lao Yang, please help identify the value of these three paintings."

"Open it!"

When Lao Yang waved his hands, two waiters quickly opened a Zen wooden box and took out a picture and placed it on the green wooden table. Everyone's eyes also looked at the picture, and everyone was stunned.

"Good painting!"

Even a person like Qian Wanguan who didn’t know the goods felt very good when he glanced at the painting, which was several times better than what he had painted before. This painting is "Sadness", and it is painted by Jiang Bie Liyi without looking back towards the sky. The scene where the big handprint flew away, the breath of destruction contained in that big handprint, made Qian Wanguan's soul tremble.

"Master Jiang..."

Qian Wanguan rarely shed tears, and when he saw this painting, he also had an urge to cry. He had heard that Jiang Bieli died to save Jiang Yi, but Jiang Yi just mentioned one sentence casually. dead.

The old and thin body of the sheep is like a seizure of sheep. The muddy eyes are full of gloom, and the hand that has been trembling slightly wants to stroke the painting, but I am afraid that it may be broken, and I have never dared to start. When he came to his most beloved woman, his lips were trembling, and he said to himself: "Okay, good painting. The old man has seen many famous paintings in his life. Fortunately, he has seen the **** paintings handed down by the Buddha Emperor, but this painting …At least in the top ten!"

"Uh!"

The manager didn't understand the painting, but after a few glances, he also knew that the painting was very precious. The most important thing was that Lao Yang's reaction scared him. Lao Yang is not only an ordinary painter, but also a real power elder of the Situ family. The three names of Situ Yang still have great influence at the moment. Because he is too old, Yang Lao has not taken care of things these years, but his son is now one of the elders of the 18th Situ Family.

Situ Yang is one of the three major painters of the Chamber of Commerce. He has seen many famous paintings in his life. He said that the assistant can be ranked in the top ten, so the value of this painting cannot be estimated...

"Quick, quick, open the two paintings!"

Lao Yang looked at it for a while, and then shivered to order the waiter next to him. The two quickly opened the other two Zen wooden boxes carefully. Lao Lao glanced a few times, and his body shivered even more. He said, "Think, Sadness, emotion? Well, a masterpiece of the world, a masterpiece of the world. Situ Hong, these three paintings are set as the finale auction of the second stage. These three paintings will definitely make this auction a higher grade, if not The family law stipulates that people in the family cannot participate in the auction, and the old man will have to buy these three paintings even if he is ruined."

"This…"

Situ Hong's mouth twitched, wishing to slap himself, the second stage finale? The value of these three paintings is absolutely inestimable. The auction is required to pay 10% to the auction, which is also a huge income.

Qian Wanguan was happy, and Feng Luan didn't lie to him. He made a big profit this time. He glanced at Lao Yang and Situ Hong, and said quietly, "Master, are these three paintings worth 300 million? Then you just said Can the free auction be counted? If the auction is not available, I can only go to other chambers of commerce to sell it."

"what?"

Hearing Qian Wanguan’s words, Yang Lao swept coldly to Situ Hong: “This painting cannot be auctioned, what other treasures can be auctioned? Situ Hong, what are you doing? What’s free?”

Situ Hong's face changed, and at this moment he had the heart to die. He quickly explained two words to Yang Lao's compensation laughter, and then he said to Qian Wanguan with both hands: "This distinguished guest, a small person who has little insight , Neglecting your guests. These three paintings were received by the Situ Chamber of Commerce and promised to be the second stage finale auction, you see the handling fee..."

"A handling fee can be given!"

Qian Wanguan paused and said, "But I want to advance 300 million Tianshi!"

"Okay, no problem. Here comes the VIP to go through the formalities." Situ Hong smiled on the face and at the same time explained: "Also give this adult, a VIP token."

Qian Wanguan followed the waiter with satisfaction, as long as the painting can sell for a high price, it does not matter to pay a fee, it is not a good thing to offend the Situ family in the God-given city.

"Fuck!"

Waiting for Qian Wanguan to go down, Lao Yang angered and glared at the manager: "Situ Hong, don't you want to do this manager?"

"Lao Yang forgive sins, this matter is indeed I did not deal with it, and I turned to the family to ask for sins!" Situ Hong was amused and amused. Although this Lao Yang did not matter, if he really spoke, he could let a sentence He got out.

His eyes glanced at the signatures on the three paintings, and quickly changed the subject: "Lao Yang, I have an important thing to report. Look at the signatures on the three paintings."

"Yi fluttering, what's wrong?" Yang Lao glanced, and asked Fox.

Situ Hong struck a force in his hand, opened the ban on the small hall, and said: "Lao Yang, before the Quist sent 600 paintings of sky paintings, all of which are full of eruptions of sea volcanoes, should you hear? The signature of a hundred paintings-all fluttering clothes."

"Ok?"

Situ Yang's eyes were full of brilliance, and Shen drank: "You immediately go to the family and ask the owner to decide. Such talents must be recruited as soon as possible. If they are recruited by the rest of the family, I will kill your dog."