Rebirth: Doctor King in City

"Don't hit me!" Hearing Yang Chen's words, Mo Rann asked shyly.

Although Mo Rann's tear stains had been erased a little, her eyes were still red and swollen. If this makeup was reflected in her eyes, she would definitely kill Yang Chen.

Yang Chen laughed, for the sake of his own life, he obediently turned off the camera, and went over to the sealed box.

"This is simply a supernatural feat, worthy of being called the upright and upright Han Henghe of the younger generation!" Liu Deyong sighed.

As for Mo Rann, she earnestly looked at every detail of the painting, not wanting to miss a single detail.

"What a pity." Mo Rann said softly.

"What's a pity?" Yang Chen stood closer, and heard Mo Rann's voice.

"Nothing." Mo Rann forced a smile.

Yang Chen said seriously: "The deceased is already dead, this is what he loved the most when he was still alive. When the day of death comes, you can bring his favorite to comfort him, I think he will definitely be very happy."

Mo Rann was silent. Did she need to owe him another favor?

But for his father's sake, Mo Rann made up her mind. Even if she owed Yang Chen a favor, she would borrow it out on the day of his father's death to let his father see the painting that he wanted to see the most.

Liu Deyong patted Yang Chen's shoulder and said: "Before, I didn't believe in luck, but this time, I believe it. I have no choice but to believe it!"

Then he sighed with emotion, "Old Li has also been around for dozens of years. She was first caught by the eye, and then she was discovered by you, the one behind this fake is a rare treasure, not to mention a hundred thousand, or the seven hundred thousand that Old Li bought at the time, it would be ten million. A single painting is worth it! How do you want us old collectors to live? "

Yang Chen scratched his head: "This is all a coincidence, I was not sure even at the beginning. If Master Li did not sell it for a hundred thousand, even I would not dare to buy it."

Liu Deyong sighed: That is why your luck is so obvious. If you meet any other sellers, even if you discover some clues, it might be because they offer too much for you to buy, but the one you meet is Old Li, one hundred thousand yuan, and it is also within your range of acceptance. Adding on to that, it is just too much of a coincidence.

Yang Chen rubbed his nose helplessly. He finally understood, no matter how hard he tried to explain himself, he couldn't tell what it was.

Fortunately, Liu Deyong had given him the title of being lucky. If he was asked what technique he had used to see through it, he would not be able to explain himself clearly.

"If you trust my Old Liu, give this painting to me for a few days first. I said that he will handle it to prevent any weathering or fading over time."

Looking at Yang Chen, Liu Deyong said sincerely: "The fees are all mine."

Yang Chen immediately waved his hand: "How can the cost be counted as yours, I still have to thank you for proposing to seal the box. Otherwise, if this painting were to be destroyed because of us, I would really become a sinner in history."

Liu Deyong laughed: "With your consciousness, you are already my student."

Yang Chen said in dissatisfaction: "Uncle Liu, I already said that I would only be your student for a month after losing, now you have lost, I am waiting for your painting."

Liu Deyong blinked his eyes and said, "If you want to draw, then come and learn from me. You don't need a month, come to my house next week, I'll give you a lesson. If you're interested, I'll teach you well!"

Mo Rann also raised her head at this time. She knew that Liu Deyong had the urge to take in disciples.

But the appraiser was only a part-time job for Liu Deyong, with his real identity, if he took Yang Chen as his disciple, then for Yang Chen's benefit, it would definitely be a lot!

"I say, Uncle Liu, you don't have to act like that. You're being shameless!" Yang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could there be such a thing?

Liu Deyong puffed his beard and glared as he said, "You don't know who I am?"

Yang Chen blinked his eyes as he looked at Mo Rann and Mo Rann blinked his eyes as well. Then, Yang Chen blinked his eyes as he looked at Liu Deyong and said. Senior evaluation teacher for calligraphy and painting? "

Yang Chen said those words very carefully, afraid that the position he had proposed would be shortened. In the end, Liu Deyong and Mo Rann really wanted to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing their expressions, Yang Chen carefully said: "No, that's not right, I'm not a veteran, I'm a national!"

Liu Deyong smacked Yang Chen's head and said: "Next week, come to my house, I will bring you to learn calligraphy and painting. With your luck, if you were to step into this field, how many dusty calligraphy paintings would be dug out?"

Liu Deyong had always believed in luck, luck, and the trust of a noble, because he had relied on the support of a noble to get here. At that moment, he saw that Yang Chen's luck was heaven defying, and had already decided to take Yang Chen as his disciple.

Of course, Liu Deyong could also take a look at the treasures that Yang Chen had saved.

"You can ask Mo Rann for the address of my house. When I finish preparing this painting, I will send it to you. Remember to come to my house next week." Qian Gang was already used to this, so Liu Deyong did not give Yang Chen the chance to choose. He directly carried the box and left, he was still waiting for the old fellows to brag and brag!

"Ai!" Uncle Liu! Just tell me how much money you need after you're done with it and give it to Mo Rann as a gift. " Yang Chen immediately said.

Liu Deyong stopped when he heard him. Although Han Hengkong's painting did not get auctioned many times, at least there were millions of dollars in this painting, and if he just gave it to Mo Rann, wouldn't this fellow be relieved?

But after looking at the two of them standing together, Liu Deyong chuckled: "A gift to Mo Rann? "Alright, then I'll send it directly to Niece Mo."

Then he turned around and walked away saying, "Oh, young people these days, it's such a good relationship! "Brother Mo should have a grandson soon."

Hearing Liu Deyong's words, Mo Rann's face flushed red as she said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm a boor. I don't know how to read, and I don't know how to preserve. I might as well leave it with you." Yang Chen said casually.

"But if you sell it …" Mo Rann's voice became weaker and weaker. She didn't want Yang Chen to sell it, if it was painted with Yang Chen, she would be able to brazenly borrow it from him to use as a memorial service. In any case, she owed Yang Chen a lot.

But if Yang Chen sold it, this picture, this father's obsession, might only have this little bit of affinity with him.

"What are you selling? Are you willing to sell?" Yang Chen looked at Mo Rann and said.

Mo Rann remained silent.

"Besides, I'm not giving it to you, but you still have to take care of it, take care of it, keep it, and so on. Cough cough, can you give me a discount?" Saying that, Yang Chen laughed embarrassedly.

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