The fat boss's eyes were full of sarcasm, and he said to Lin Bei: "Boy, the bet has been made. Do you want me to invite a master to appraise the value of this painting for you, so that you can give up?"
"No need." Lin Bei said lightly, then picked up the sentence and tore it in half on the spot.
The fat man immediately said: "Boy! Are you sick? If you give up, just give me the money. There is no need to go crazy and vent your anger here!"
Hearing this, Lin Bei showed a mysterious smile: "When did I say that this painting is worth two hundred thousand?"
The fat boss was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Lin Bei sneered and picked up the wooden scroll of the painting. There was a crack on it.
He squeezed it gently, and the wooden scroll started from cracks and instantly shattered into sawdust. But in Lin Bei's hand, a ten centimeter-long, brown-red, and weird-shaped writing brush remained.
Seeing this pen, Lu Tianhe immediately exclaimed: "Chicken's spur pen! There is actually a chicken's spur pen hidden in this scroll!"
The fat boss didn't expect that there was something hidden in the scroll, so he froze on the spot.
Lin Bei picked up the chicken spur pen and looked at it carefully, then handed it to Lu Tianhe and said, "Do you know it? Tell me what it is."
Lu Tianhe looked at the chicken spur pen and said: "The pen tip has a short tip and is shaped like a chicken spur, which is the origin of the chicken spur brush. It was popular in the Tang and Song Dynasties and was deeply loved by the majority of literati. From Li Bai in the prosperous Tang Dynasty to the early
Song Dufu loved to use a chicken-spacing pen. This pen is only ten centimeters long, so it should be suitable for carrying around."
After saying that, Lu Tianhe continued to look at the pen and saw a big word "武" on the pen. He finally confirmed: "That's right, this is Mr. Wu Daozi's pen! I once read a record that Mr. Wu Daozi painted for convenience.
, usually likes to carry a brown-red chicken spur pen with him. The mark is on this word. It is completely the original work of Mr. Wu Daozi. He carved it himself and used it as a mark!"
At this point, he couldn't help but said excitedly: "Lin Bei! We found Wu Daozi's favorite pen in his life!"
"Is it worth two hundred thousand?" Lin Bei asked.
Lu Tianhe said excitedly: "It's not just 200,000 yuan! If this is put up for auction, it will start at least 800,000 yuan!"
"How can a broken pen be worth so much money!" the fat boss said with sinister eyes.
This time it was Lu Tianhe's turn to sneer and said, "If you don't believe it, I can also invite an expert to you to see if this pen is worth the money."
When the fat boss saw this, he knew that he couldn't pretend anymore. His face turned red and white, and finally he forced out a smile and said: "No need, young man. I am blind, I didn't expect to miss such a big treasure. You can see this."
Well, I’ll give you two hundred thousand, I’ll take this pen, and I’ll lose in today’s game, okay?”
Lin Bei immediately said: "What do you mean you lose! Even if you lose, according to the bet, you have to give me two hundred thousand, and this pen is still mine!"
"Yes! You lost, give me the money quickly!" Lu Tianhe also said.
The fat boss's face changed, then he sneered and started to cheat: "Who said I lost? Your money is worth money, but what we are betting on is whether the painting is worth 200,000, and it has nothing to do with this chicken pen.
.So strictly speaking, if you lose, you have to give me 200,000 yuan. But since I don’t remember the faults of villains, the money will be waived. You just need to keep this amount for me."
Lu Tianhe said angrily: "That's nonsense! You obviously lost!"
But the boss just sneered and showed an expression that said, "What can you do to me?"
Lu Tianhe's lungs were about to explode with anger. He was about to rush forward to make gestures on the spot, but was held down by Lin Bei next to him.
"Lin Bei, don't stop me, I have to teach him a lesson!" Lu Tianhe shouted.
But the fat boss said arrogantly: "You dare to touch me? This street belongs to me. If you dare to touch me, you will never get out of here!"
"Don't be impulsive."
Lin Bei comforted Lu Tianhe, then came to the fat man and said calmly: "Let me ask you again, do you pay the bet or not?"
The fat boss said arrogantly: "I didn't lose, so why should I pay the bet?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fist fell on his face.
boom!
The fat boss’s face was sunken on the spot, and blood flowed from his face.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his collar tighten, and then his feet left the ground. When he opened his eyes, he found that Lin Bei had lifted him up with one hand, just like lifting a dead pig.
The fat man said angrily: "You dare to hit me?"
Snapped!
As soon as he finished speaking, a slap fell on his face, and the left half of the fat man's cheek instantly swelled up.
"You...!" The fat man was furious and wanted to threaten, but saw that Lin Bei had already raised his palm.
His face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Stop fighting! I'll give you money! Can't you give me money?"
Hearing this, Lin Bei let go, and the fat man fell to the ground, his body trembling with fat, as if the whole store was shaking.
Immediately afterwards, he took out his mobile phone and transferred 200,000 to Lin Bei.
This scene completely stunned Lu Tianhe.
Lin Beigang told him not to be impulsive, but he rushed forward the next second.
Your brother is still your brother!
"Let's go, don't come to this store again." Lin Bei collected the money and walked over and said.
Lu Tianhe nodded blankly and followed Lin Bei out of the store.
As soon as they left, the fat boss showed a trace of resentment in his eyes. Then he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
After a while, several tall and strong men walked in.
One of them looked at him and said in surprise: "Boss! Why were you beaten like this?"
The fat boss said gloomily: "I was beaten by a boy! He also took 200,000 from me!"
"So arrogant? We will help you get it back!" said the big man.
People like them are not uncommon in antique streets.
After all, many businesses here are not clean, especially a shady shop like Fatty Boss, which usually has many enemies, so it is necessary to have a few back-ups.
The strong men were the fat man's back-up men. They were all people who had worked in prisons and had done a lot of murdering and robbing people in the past. They were the most suitable for such a job.
The fat man covered his face and said bitterly: "Of course you have to get the money back, and you can't let these two boys go. You have to let them lie in the hospital for a few days no matter what. Also, these two boys have a Tang Dynasty bone on their bodies.
The chicken-slip pen is probably Wu Daozi's favorite pen. It is very valuable. You should be careful when you buy it and don't damage it!"
The strong man said: "Don't worry! We have beaten many people, and we are very measured in our attacks!"
The fat man nodded, took out 20,000 yuan, divided some among each other, and then said: "If you get the chicken spur pen back, I will give you an additional 100,000 yuan."
When he heard that there was still money, the strong man immediately patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, boss! I will definitely get the pen back for you!!"