"That's the rule. Whoever loses will take off all his clothes and climb out of the Jinling Hotel with a dog leash. There is no problem." Cyprus smiled slightly.
"My God, there's no problem." Seeing Su Tie's indifferent expression, Wu Wei almost spit out an old blood, he smiled bitterly: "Mr. Su, aren't you afraid that you will lose in the end?"
"Why is it me?" Cycad shrugged.
"The picture of Yun Shouping's peony that kid chose can basically be determined to be true. Unless this piece is really Fan Kuan's original work, you will definitely lose." Wu Wei said helplessly.
Su Tie nodded and replied: "The painting I chose is indeed the original work of Fan Kuan."
"Mr. Su, it's time for you, you're still joking with me. Fan Kuan's original works are priceless treasures, how could they appear in that pile of garbage?" Wu Wei was a little amused and crying.
Hesitated for a moment, he quickly said seriously: "Mr. Su, I don't have time to listen to you jokes now. Anyway, I can't watch you be humiliated in public. I think this is better. I'll cover you up. You'll let go now, I'll just go.
If you don’t believe it, that boy named Liao can react.”
"Do you think I can run away?" Cyprus pointed to the door, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Upon hearing this, Wu Wei subconsciously looked in the direction of the sci-iron finger and saw the bodyguards brought by Liao Chenru, standing at the door like iron walls.
Seeing this situation, Wu Wei jumped up and down anxiously, cursing and said, "His grandma's, these dogs."
As he said, he turned his head to look at Cyti and said apologetically: "Mr. Su, it's all my fault. I wouldn't have eaten this broken breakfast if I had known it. Now I'm going to be in trouble."
"I said, even if there is no such breakfast, he will not let me go. It has nothing to do with you." Cyti waved his hand and smiled.
Then, he patted Wu Wei on the shoulder and comforted with a smile: "Don't worry, he couldn't win me last time, and he couldn't win me this time."
"I hope this is the case." Wu Wei smiled bitterly, still feeling no confidence in his heart.
"It is indeed Yun Shouping's work, and the quality is extremely good. If auctioned, it can be sold at least 350,000 to 400,000." At this moment, Zhang Wanquan, who was looking down at the painting, suddenly spoke.
Hearing his words, Liao Chenru immediately showed joy. He hurriedly looked at Wu Wei and chuckled: "Mr. Wu, I believe it is the original work now?"
Wu Wei snorted when he heard this, and then turned his head directly.
Seeing this scene, Liao Chenru's face smiled even stronger. He chuckled, then quickly turned his head to look at Zhang Wanquan and bowed, "Thank you Mr. Zhang."
"Okay, Mr. Wang and I have something to do. You guys can play slowly. Don't forget to attend the auction later." Zhang Wanquan smiled faintly, and then prepared to get up and leave.
"Old Zhang, wait a moment. Brother Su also has a painting by Fan Kuan, and you need to take the appraisal." Liao Chenru hurriedly stepped forward to stop Zhang Wanquan, and his eyes fell on Su Tie.
Seeing this, Zhang Wanquan's face changed slightly and he said in confusion: "Xiao Su, do you also have calligraphy and paintings for me to read?"
"Old Zhang, let's not hide it from you, Brother Su and I made another bet. The rules are the same as last time, but the bet is more exciting than last time." Liao Chenru hurried forward and briefly followed what had just happened, with Zhang.
Wan Quan introduced it.
As he said something, Zhang Wanquan couldn't help but frown, and at the same time, his eyes subconsciously glanced at Cyti, and a trace of worry flashed in his expression.
He had previously guessed that Liao Chenru would never give up. Now it seems that he really guessed it.
Even though he was not clear about the specific situation for the time being, he could guess that the so-called gambling must have been designed by Liao Chenru in advance. Once the cycai agreed, he would definitely lose.
Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but feel heavy.
Although Su Tie didn't take his words seriously before, he felt a little annoyed, but he still felt a little embarrassed when he saw that the other party was in danger.
However, in front of everyone, he couldn't help Su Tie directly, but said in a deep voice: "It's so concise to bet on this kind of thing in public?"
"Old Zhang, it's just a joke to ask me to see. Why do you take it seriously? Besides, it's all about young people. It's your love and I'll stop interfering with you." Wang Zhonghe hurriedly took over the conversation.
As he said, he looked at Su Tie and smiled, "I heard Chen Ru say just now that our doctor Su has a painting of Fan Kuan in his hand. I heard that Fan Kuan was a great master of the Song Dynasty, and every work is
It's priceless. Don't Mr. Zhang want to see his paintings?"
"This..." Zhang Wanquan hesitated a little.
Although he didn't want to offend the Liao family in Jiangbei, or even Wang Zhonghe, he didn't want to help Liao Chenru deal with the Liao Tie.
After all, he had a pretty good impression of Su Tie, and he knew very well that the rich second generation like Liao Chenru were all despicable and despicable people. If he took action, he would be aiding the evil.
But in the end, he nodded heavily.
In his opinion, with him on the side, Liao Chenru would be restrained even if he wanted to attack Su Tie. If necessary, he could also help him.
"Brother Su, Mr. Zhang is willing to help you see the painting, so you can leave it to him." Seeing Zhang Wanquan nodding, Liao Chenru hurriedly looked at Su Tie and shouted loudly.
Cy Tie did not refuse, but nodded slightly, and then hurriedly handed the painting he had just selected to Zhang Wanquan.
While taking the painting, Zhang Wanquan looked at Cyti deeply. Although he had not spoken, his expression was filled with a feeling of regret.
In his opinion, if Cyprus had listened to his persuasion, how could this disaster be like today?
Seeing this, Su Tie hesitated for a moment and hurriedly wanted to explain, but in the end he didn't say anything, but bowed: "I'm done with the help of Mr. Zhang."
"It's okay, you can wait aside first." Zhang Wanquan waved at Su Tie, then picked up the painting, came to the table, and spread it out carefully.
Soon, a picture of the snow mountain appeared in front of everyone.
Zhang Wanquan roughly glanced at the painting, then began to adjust the lights, while picking up the magnifying glass and looking carefully.
As time passed by minute by minute, Wu Wei, who was standing by and watching, was inexplicably impatient. He turned his head and looked at Cyti and whispered: "Mr. Su, is that painting the original work of Fan Kuan?
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"Mr. Wu, don't you really think that in that pile of garbage, you can find Fan Kuan's original works. I think it's almost the same as the original works of the rice bucket." Without waiting for Su Tie to respond, Liao Chenru laughed loudly.
Hearing his words, Boss Hao and Wang Zhonghe, who were standing aside, couldn't help but show mocking expressions on their faces.
Wu Wei snorted and said loudly: "Since Mr. Su said it was Fan Kuan's original work, it must be, you can see."
"It's a pity that this is not the original work of Fan Kuan." Just as Wu Wei finished speaking, Zhang Wanquan, who was looking at the painting with a magnifying glass, suddenly spoke.