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"You have to take it."

"I've already filmed it."

"It's useless for me to keep it, I don't like this."

Prince Baer insisted.

He shook the paintings and calligraphy in his hands, he only likes sports cars, and only likes Lamborghini poison.

To him, Xia Guo's paintings and calligraphy were like books from heaven, and he couldn't understand them at all.

"You made a mistake, but you don't have to buy it."

"You can negotiate with the seller to pay him some liquidated damages at most."

Lin Fei gave him an idea.

"Buy everything."

"Besides, it didn't cost much."

"I don't want to bother."

The little prince Baal had an expression that was too lazy to find the seller.

"Then I don't want it either."

Lin Fei doesn't care

he is.

"You have to."

The little prince Baer is determined to give.

When the two of you pushed me to give way, neither of them meant to give in.

Zhou Wenya looked at Lin Fei with admiration in her heart, this person was a little different from other rich second generation.

The people around were a little speechless when they saw this, it was a painting and calligraphy worth 850 million US dollars, equivalent to nearly [-] million domestically.

You don't want it! I want it! This is already an exorbitant gift in China.

But looking at the two of them, one insisted on giving it, the other insisted not, it was obvious that neither of them paid any attention to the sky-high gift.

Their eyes became even more dreadful, and it was obvious that the two of them could not be ordinary tourists.

Butler Paul was next to him, and he knew the stubborn character of the little prince Baer.

What His Highness the little prince said will never be changed.

"His Royal Highness, you can give gifts to Mr. Lin's elders, such as to his father."

"It shows that you respect Mr. Lin's father."

"This is a very high etiquette in the Middle East, and Xia Guo should be like this."

Seeing that the situation was deadlocked, he thought about it, and came up with an idea in the ear of little Prince Baer.

The little prince Baal raised his brows, why didn't he think of this statement.

He was instantly delighted, and the housekeeper was sometimes useful, though sometimes annoying.

"right!"

"that's right!"

"This painting is to be given to your elders and to your father."

"It's a high courtesy in the Middle East, and you can't refuse my respect."

He handed the calligraphy and painting to Lin Fei again.

Lin Fei had no choice, the other party had already said so, if he didn't answer, he would look down on the other party.

This is going to be a feud with the little prince Baal! It's just a high-value gift! He doesn't want to be a feud.

"All right!"

"I thank you on behalf of my father."

Lin Fei could only take over the paintings and calligraphy from Prince Baer's hands.

The little prince Baal laughed, the gift was given out, and he looked back at Paul butler with satisfaction.

However, Lin Fei was not without his own ideas. Since the other party gave a gift, he would naturally return the gift.

I don't know what gift I want to give to the little prince Baer, ​​and I don't know what kind of gifts the Middle Eastern people like. Lin Fei thought like this, and his eyes naturally turned to the front.

At this time, the female auctioneer was holding an ancient scepter in her hand.

The audience is shouting for a price.

Lin Fei's heart moved, such a scepter represented power in ancient times, a symbol of kingship and imperial power.

Prince Baal's father is a prince, and he must have liked this gift.

Thinking of this, Lin Fei no longer hesitated.