"Five and a half million?"

Hearing this astonishing number from Mr. Chen, Lin Feng was stunned on the spot, as if a bomb had exploded in his brain, and he could no longer hear Mr. Chen's words after that.

You know, even his best-performing classmate only earns more than 5,000 yuan a month, which is basically around 60,000 yuan a year.

And what is the concept of 5.5 million? To use a vivid metaphor, it means that Lin Feng needs to work without eating, drinking, or being sick for at least a hundred years to earn it.

Lin Feng has been very excited since he got this manuscript at a street stall. However, according to his estimation, although other types of manuscripts can reach more than one million at auction, what he got may not be that precious, and

It's still in a shabby state, so getting three to four hundred thousand would be a huge blessing.

But now the old man who looked very professional in front of me actually said categorically that this manuscript was worth at least 5.5 million. This, this is simply an astronomical figure, as if a piece of pie fell from the sky and knocked me unconscious.

Therefore, when Mr. Chen suddenly quoted such a price, Lin Feng was completely shocked, as if he had been hit hard by lightning, and felt a little dazed.

"Fifty-five million is really not a small amount. But someone wants to buy it for fifty yuan. He is really shameless." Hearing Mr. Chen's words, Zhang Chuan thought intentionally or unintentionally.

He set his eyes on Liu Qingcai.

Liu Qingcai's face suddenly turned red and purple, as if someone had forcefully stuffed a frog into him, which made him feel extremely aggrieved.

If Zhang Chuan hadn't suddenly come here, maybe the manuscript of Zheng Banqiao, worth more than five million, would have belonged to him due to his deception.

More than five million, that's more than five million, not more than five hundred yuan!

Almost, this money belongs to him. You know, even if he opens an antique shop, he will only earn three to four hundred thousand a year, which is already a very remarkable thing.

But the value of this book required him to struggle for at least ten years before he could buy it, and he had to do it without eating, drinking, or getting sick.

If he had known earlier, he would not have taken advantage of him, offended this fat man, and ruined his plan to make a fortune. Liu Qingcai regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.

Originally, he wanted to continue to be tough, saying that the book was a fake, but Mr. Chen was a powerful figure in this antique street. He was consistent in his words and full of authority, which he could not match at all.

Even if he continues to be so stubborn, it can't change the facts at all. As long as he thinks of this, Liu Qingcai feels extremely depressed and almost vomits blood.

Mr. Chen didn't care about these things. He played with the book, looked into Lin Feng's eyes, and exclaimed: "Young man, do you have good eyesight? You can actually recognize Zheng Banqiao's ink. There are few young people today like you."

At the same level, how much did it cost to buy it back?”

"two……"

Lin Feng was still immersed in the shock just now, his head was still a little confused, and he unconsciously stretched out two fingers.

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Chen exclaimed: "It's only 200,000 yuan, but you missed it. Young man, you are amazing, you are really amazing."

It's not surprising that he thinks so. The main reason is that although this kind of manuscript looks very bad, as long as you check it carefully, you can still know more or less the value of the book.

However, Lin Feng had no idea what Mr. Chen was thinking, and instead added fuel to the fire by saying, "Two hundred thousand? How can I have so much money? The street stall owner sold it to me for 200 yuan."

"What, you, you mean two hundred dollars?!"

Even the calm Mr. Chen was also stunned, his voice was trembling slightly, and his face was red. This, this kind of price is completely unscientific.

With just two hundred yuan, I picked up a fortune worth more than five million yuan. It would take a lot of luck to achieve this, and I could become a rich man overnight. This is what it means.

Zhang Chuan and Liu Qingcai also looked at Lin Feng in shock, feeling speechless. Although picking up leaks is a common occurrence in the antique market, such huge leaks are not often seen.

As the antique market becomes more and more formal, it is becoming increasingly difficult to see such valuable leaks. Many people have only heard of such stories.

It can be said that this kind of super leak has slowly become a legend in the antique world.

"Zheng Banqiao's ink, "Hand-reading of the Five Classics", such a valuable ancient book, was sold for only two hundred yuan, which is simply a shocking leak. Oh my god, why didn't such a thing happen to me, Liu Qingcai?

On you? This world is too unfair." Liu Qingcai looked at Lin Feng's excited expression and was so jealous that his intestines turned green.

When he saw the valuable ancient book in Mr. Chen's hand, he could not wait to grab this precious ancient book on the spot and make it his own.

"Brother, you are lucky. By the way, can you transfer it to me? Five and a half million, right? I will transfer it to you immediately." Zhang Chuan said to Lin Feng carelessly.

Before Lin Feng could speak, Mr. Chen next to him said: "Fat Zhang, why did you spend so much money on this thing? Can you understand these things?"

"Mr. Chen, I don't understand. Just someone who can understand. Isn't it Mr. Guo's birthday tomorrow night? I'm worried about not finding a suitable gift. Oh, this is Zheng Banqiao's ink. Isn't it?

The best gift? Give it to him, he will definitely be happy." Zhang Chuan expressed his thoughts, with a shrewd look in his small eyes.

Hearing Zhang Chuan mention Mr. Guo's name, Mr. Zhang remained silent for the time being and did not express his position.

"Brother, if I buy this thing from you for 5.5 million, we will open a transfer agreement and I will transfer the money to you right away. What do you think?" Zhang Chuan urged. He was an impatient person and wanted to execute the transaction immediately.

Lin Feng's head was still confused. He looked at Mr. Chen and saw that the old man was smiling kindly at him. Then he took out the ICBC card he had prepared from his body as if he was unconscious and handed it to Zhang Chuan.

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Zhang Chuan took out his smartphone from his body, pressed some buttons and entered the password. In less than a minute, the transfer was completed, and then he handed the phone and ICBC card to Lin Feng.

"Look clearly, this is 5.5 million oceans, every penny is a lot."

Today's technology has become extremely advanced. Even a mobile phone can be linked to a bank account and transfers can be made easily. Lin Feng subconsciously glanced at the screen and saw that the transfer was successful.

More importantly, his own mobile phone also received a text message from the bank, saying that someone had transferred 5.5 million yuan to his account, and now it had been fully paid, and he asked him to check it.

"This, this..." Lin Feng looked at the messages on his mobile phone, and a mixed feeling filled his heart. Yesterday, he was an unemployed person who was too poor to even pay the rent, but today he has become a millionaire.
Chapter completed!