Chapter 85

"Sorry, I bought the calligraphy and painting, you are late!"

Deng Xinhe carefully rolled up Wang Xizhi's original work, without looking at Song Gongzi, and said to the antique shop owner, "Pay!"

The antique shop owner looked at Deng Xinhe worriedly, then at Song Wei, and raised two fingers tremblingly, "One million!"

Although 1 million is a lot, for a real wealthy family like Deng Xinhe, it is not worth mentioning at all. It's just that he doesn't have a check on him, so he can only ask the owner of the antique shop to go to the bank with him to get it.

"Is there a bank nearby, let's go and withdraw money with me!"

Song Wei saw that someone came first, who was still a handsome peer than himself, and he was suddenly unhappy. He looked up and down Deng Xinhe's clothes, and sarcastically said, "Boy, look at your body... It's not a beggar, right?"

He snorted, "Don't say 1 million, you probably don't even have 100 yuan, I advise you, this is not a place where you can come here, you have to get out of here!"

Deng Xin smiled together, looking at him like an idiot, and said with a smile, "I can't come up with it, can you?"

Song Wei's face sank, he pointed at Deng Xinhe, and said angrily, "Don't be arrogant, kid, do you know who my father is?"

Deng Xinhe's momentum suddenly soared, and his voice was as cold as ice, "I don't care who your father is, in Lao Tzu's eyes, farts are nothing, tell you, don't mess with me, or I will definitely make you regret coming into this world."

After all, he was a son of a famous family in the capital, and he didn't even bother to take action in the face of this kind of second-generation ancestor who was eating and waiting for death all day.

Song Wei was startled, and immediately burst into anger, "Boy, who are you special, dare to talk to me like this, believe it or not, I'll let you go around after a phone call?"

The owner of the antique shop could see that these two were not easy to provoke the winner. Just as they were about to go up to smooth the game, they heard Qin Xi's voice lingeringly, "What's the matter?"

Seeing her coming, Deng Xinhe immediately restrained his emotions and said with a smile, "You are here, come and see, I bought the real work of Wang Xizhi!"

As he said that, he called the box, opened the silk on it, took out the scroll, spread it out gently, and showed off, "How about it, is it authentic? My old man likes to collect antique calligraphy and paintings, just in time. Buy it back to please his old man."

Liu Dequan looked at the calligraphy and painting, and his heart was also very nervous. Although he knew nothing about this thing, the handwriting was involuntarily convinced.

Qin Xi frowned.

Because of cultivating the Mysterious Medicine Art, she is somewhat aware that the older something is, the stronger the spiritual energy it is.

This calligraphy and painting does not contain any spiritual energy. On the other hand, there are traces of spiritual energy on the silk wrapped in the calligraphy and painting. Just like the small iron ball that I bought, it exudes a strong spiritual energy. There must be a hidden mystery here.

"You want to buy?" Qin Xi asked.

Deng Xinhe was taken aback and nodded, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Qin Xi stared at him with deep eyes, "Are you sure you want to buy it?"

Deng Xinhe froze, and said somewhat uncertainly, "Well, it's not really necessary to buy it, right?"

Hearing his words, the owner of the antique shop froze for a moment, and asked eagerly, "Sir, this is the real work of Wang Xizhi, are you sure you don't want to buy it?" .

"Hmph, I can't afford to wear 13."

Song Wei was overjoyed, as if he had seized the opportunity, his waist was straight, and he shouted, "Antique shop owner, I want this painting! Put it up for me!"

Qin Xi glanced at him with a half-smile, then looked at Deng Xin and said, "Calligraphy and painting can be sold, but you must keep the box."