Zhou Lechi's psychological expectation for this "Political Poem of the Temple of Fubo" is tens of millions, or hundreds of millions.

Although tens of millions or hundreds of millions are quite a lot for him, he feels very distressed.

But it was within the scope he could accept, so he gave it to Ye Chen, and he could still bear it. As for how high he was, Zhou Lechi couldn't bear it anymore.

"Well, in 2010, Huang Tingjian's "The Pillar" was sold for a sky-high price of more than 400 million, shocking the Chinese antique industry."

Master Qi answered seriously:

"After so many years, the value of the original work of Huang Tingjian is getting higher and higher, and this "Political Poem of Jingfubo Temple" is no less artistic and historical value than the "Princess Ming" and even a little higher."

"If it is placed at a large auction, I guess the transaction price of this character may be around one billion."

About one billion?!!!

Billion.

After hearing Master Qi's words, Zhou Lechi's heartbeat seemed to stop suddenly.

One billion!

Damn!!!

Although his family is very rich, he is just a junior in the family and has not started to take over any business. Even if he takes over, he may not be able to make a billion at once.

If he had a billion in his hands, he could squander at will and became one of the focus of his circle.

Because he was disciplined by his family very strictly, he didn't even have one billion, not even when he had more than one hundred million.

The pocket money my father gave him only 80 million yuan a month, and sometimes a little less, only 400 million yuan a day.

One billion, how great would it be if this one billion would be his.

But now, such a huge amount of wealth has been given to Ye Chen for nothing.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhou Lechi was roaring inside, and his heart was bleeding.

He is just a fool, a fool!

"Xiao Ye, congratulations, you have a genuine work of Huang Tingjian."

Mr. Zhou spoke.

Since my grandson said that, let alone one billion, even if it is a few billion, he will give it to Ye Chen.

For Mr. Zhou, one billion is nothing, their family’s reputation is more important.

Ye Chen wanted to give up a little politely, after all, this character is also considered to be Mr. Zhou in a sense.

But in the end, with Mr. Zhou's insistence, he understood Mr. Zhou's deep meaning and Ye Chen accepted it.

Because of this incident, Master Qi admired Ye Chen very much and even wanted to recommend Ye Chen to join the China Appraisal Association, but Ye Chen politely declined.

He has joined a lot of associations, so he is too lazy to join.

Finally, after Master Qi added Ye Chen's contact information, he took the initiative to leave. Of course, when he left, Master Qi took away the poem "The Poem of the Temple of Fubo".

This "Poem of the Temple of Fubo" is to be combined into one and framed, but Ye Chen does not know anyone in this area.

As a professional, Master Qi knows many masters in mounting. In order to make friends with Ye Chen, he took the initiative to stand up.kΑ

Moreover, in front of Mr. Zhou, he lent Master Qi a hundred courage, and he did not dare to make any small moves.

So Ye Chen handed over the "Poem of the Shrine of Fubo" to Master Qi and asked Master Qi to help find someone to frame it. After the frame is finished, Master Qi will personally send it to Ye Chen.

At this time, the food was also good. Mr. Zhou enthusiastically invited Ye Chen to have a meal, and Xiao Xinxin also jumped and followed.

In the living room, only Zhou Lechi was left in chaos. Although Zhou Lechi also sat down under the supervision of Mr. Zhou, he had no appetite at all.

After passing by with Shi Yi, Zhou Lechi probably won’t have any appetite for a long time after that.

After dinner, after staying for a while, Ye Chen left.

The next morning, Ye Chen accidentally received a call from the counselor, who asked Ye Chen if he was interested in participating in a calligraphy and painting competition held by their college.

Ye Chen had important things today, and he was too lazy to compete with the "children". Just as Ye Chen was about to refuse, the counselor explained again.

"It's not that you are allowed to participate in the competition, it's that you are invited to be a judge of the competition."

"Be a judge?"

Ye Chen was surprised by the counselor’s words.

"I heard that you are a director of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, so you can't refuse."

There are not many teachers in their college who are very good at calligraphy, and only one of them is a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

When the counselor learned that Ye Chen was actually the director of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, he immediately reported to the leader. After knowing Ye Chen's identity, the leader immediately agreed.

It’s so amazing to be a director of the Chinese Calligraphy Association at a young age.

Ye Chen is so qualified to be a judge in a school calligraphy competition.

Ye Chen didn't expect that the counselor would know her identity. She should have learned it from the Academy of Fine Arts of Magic City University.

The counselor warmly invited him, but Ye Chen couldn't refuse. He asked for leave himself before, but the counselor agreed very simply.

After Ye Chen agreed, the counselor immediately reported to the leader, and the leader also arranged for his subordinates to deal with various details of the calligraphy and painting competition.

In the afternoon of that day, the list of judges for the college calligraphy and painting competition came out.

There are two first judges in the competition, one is the dean of their college, and the other is Ye Chen.

When the list of judges was announced, Ye Chen seemed particularly different among the names of leaders, teachers and professors.

So when the students inquired and learned that Ye Chen was actually a student, the entire college was in a bad mood.

The classmates in Ye Chen's class didn't believe in their eyes very much. Ye Chen was actually ranked as the "first judge" like the dean, which was incredible.

In addition to being a genius, Ye Chen is very good at playing Go and computers, and they know this.

But when did Ye Chen know how to call and paint, and even became a judge in their college calligraphy and painting competition as a student?

Is Ye Chen omnipotent? What else can he not do?

Many other students in the college were dissatisfied.

A student is actually on par with the dean and is the first judge of the competition. Why?

So I started to make various guesses in some groups, post bars, forums and other places in the college.

"A junior actually serves as a judge for us seniors in the third year. It's unbelievable."

"What did the college think, why did Ye Chen become a judge, and he was also the first judge?!"

"Tsk, it must be through the back door, just rely on the relationship. It is said that Ye Chen is very rich."

"I think Ye Chen must have a different relationship with the dean."

"I don't understand, what qualifications does Ye Chen have to be the first judge in the competition?"

Various rumors spread everywhere, and even in official groups such as grade groups, some people complained publicly.

Ye Chen has a lot of groups, and he has blocked many of them long ago, just take a look at them occasionally.

Ye Chen didn't know these comments. Today, he had one more important thing to do.

"Hey, Xiao Yan?"

"It's me, who are you?"

"Seven years ago, do you remember the girl in Emily's Hotel?"

When Xiao Yan heard the "Emily Hotel", he suffocated his breath and asked in a trembling voice: "It's you? Where are you...?"

Seven years!

He waited for this call for a full seven years!!

Although so many years have passed, the girl who appeared in his life like a flash of cereus has never forgotten him.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to trouble you, nor do I demand anything. I...I just can't rest assured that Amy." The woman paused, took a deep breath and said, "Amy...is your daughter."

"What! My daughter?"

Xiao Yan exclaimed, and his heartstrings tensed instantly.

"She is six years old this year, she is very cute and looks like you. I hope you can take good care of her for me after I leave."

"She is very afraid of the darkness and likes to sleep with a doll at night..."

Listening to the woman's words, Xiao Yan's heart broke out and hurriedly interrupted her and said, "Don't be overwhelmed. If you have anything to do, I'll come to you now and I'll help you solve it."

"It's useless, you can't beat them..." The woman smiled bitterly and said, "I'll send Amy to..."

Before the woman could finish her words, a man's voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

"Do you think you can hide?"

Then there was a scream and a loud bang.

That's the sound of the phone landing!
To be continued...