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My Fury Will Burn The Heavens

By Yao Ye

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"The biggest gallery?" The painting hall inside the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce is the largest, and there are all kinds of artworks in it. ”

Qian Wanguan asked an old man in Dongcheng District. The fifth person he asked this time, the first two did not understand, the other three said that this painting is the biggest, obviously it is correct.

After asking the specific location of the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce, he left and turned right to reach the city square and found the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce.

It is a huge castle. It is said that this Fengyue Chamber of Commerce is one of the largest chambers of commerce in the Zilong Islands. There is a hall in each city, and there are all kinds of treasures in it.

"Adult, hello, what do you need to buy?"

There are several glamorous maids at the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce. Although Qian Wanguan looks unsatisfactory, the robes are the most luxurious. They themselves have seen the big market, and they are very ordinary. The maids will know people and quickly come in.

Qian Wanguan’s indifferent scan of the maid asked: “Where is the gallery?”

"Adult, please, please!"

The maid took the money and went to a partial hall. There were many guests in it. They were older and had different strengths. There were also middle-class Tianjun. It should be the kind of life that has no hope of breaking through in this life. The long life is nothing to do, and instead likes to study calligraphy and painting, arty people.

There are many paintings hanging in the hall, there are portraits of people, there is a portrait of the Demon Beast, there are landscape landscapes, money into a huge picture of the picture, above the painting is a ferocious horror of the Demon Beast, in that moment he thought it was true, scared the fat a shiver, this demon beast to see his soul is a cold, It feels like a wild beast.

"Five million days of stone?"

Qian Wanguan glanced at the corner of the price tag next to it, a painting has been sold so expensive? This thing is not useful, it is purely for viewing.

"This guest, are you going to buy a picture? still is…Selling pictures? ”

A middle-aged man in a blue robe came over and asked. He glanced at the picture of the money, and there was a hint of concealment in his eyes. This painting was so rolled up. Can it be called without painting?

Qian Wanguan smiled awkwardly: "I don't know how to paint, I don't want to buy it, I accidentally get an old painting to change the stone."

The words of Qian Wanguan attracted the attention of several old people who were watching the scrolls. When they saw some yellow paintings in his hands, they had some interest. Is it really an ancient painting?

"Oh ?" Let me show it to you. If it is really good, you will definitely give the adult a satisfactory price. ”The middle-aged management is still polite.

"This is this!"

Qian Wanguan handed over the picture in his hand and grinned: "My grandfather said, this is the ancient painting of the Eastern Emperor, and the price is one million days."

Hmmm…

This sentence attracted more attention from the guests in the gallery, and the face of the manager was solemn, and carefully took the picture and slowly opened it on a long table next to it.

The small half of the guests in the attic were attracted and watched the slowly opening picture.

"laugh……"

"This is also called painting?"

"This man has no problem, one million? Are you crazy? ”

Ahmy eyes. ”

The paintings have not yet been fully opened. Many of the guests are ridiculed and disdainful. There is an old man who is blindfolded and seems to be dirty with his eyes. That management also showed warmth on his face, and seemed to think that Qian Wanguan was coming to his past.

Feeling the contemptuous eyes around, Qian Wanguan also wiped his face with some embarrassment, but he believed that Jiang Yi and Feng Yu would not be okay to tease him, but only hard to support.

The scrolls were completely spread out, and many people glanced again. They all looked back at the contempt, and the management also swept a few eyes. The indifferent and Qian Wanguan said: "Hello, we can't buy this painting, you still have to look for another home. ."

Qian Wanjun touched his nose and said with a bite: "The store, my grandfather said, this painting is very…Connotation, you don't look for the painter to take a closer look? ”

The middle-aged manager laughed and said: "I am a three-level painter. You should go to another house to ask."

"Oh?"

Qian Wanguan’s disappointment should have been answered, and it’s unreasonable to touch his head. Isn’t Jiang Yi and Feng Wei really okay to play with him?

"Wait

Just as he was preparing to put away the picture, a spirited white-haired old man came over. This person was still a middle-ranked Tianjun. His eyes were shining and he watched the picture carefully. After a long time, he looked up: Little brother, can you draw less?"

Huh?

Many guests looked at it strangely, and the middle-aged manager also frowned, and once again turned his eyes to the picture and observed it carefully. This old man is an old customer here, his eyes have always been very sinister, he actually wants to buy this painting, then this painting must have something special.

Qian Wanguan shook his head and firmly said: "My grandfather said, one less stone is not sold."

“Fine.

The white-haired old man’s ring flashed in his hand and took out a ring: “There are millions of stone in it, you can check it out.”

"Wait

At this time, the middle-aged management suddenly sank, the eyes were bright and scary, and the breathing was a little bit rushed. He said loudly: "This is what we bought in Fengyuelou. We have 1.5 million Tianshi!"

"Hua~"

In the painting cabinet, the frying pan was gone, and all the guests were shocked to look at the scrolls, but the middle-aged manager first scrolled up. He turned to the white-haired old man and said: "Long, sorry, this little brother is looking for We paint the pavilion to sell, so this painting…We bought it on Fengyuelou, and after that, Long Lao bought it here for 10% off. ”

Hmmm

The white-haired old man did not do it. He smiled and said: "You Fengyue Pavilion is a good man. You just didn't buy it. I only bid, now you actually raise the price." Then I have two million stones, little brother, what do you say? ”

Hmmm…

Qian Wanguan was stunned by the streaky pork. Jiang Yi really didn't lie to him. Is this ghost painting really a treasure? Two million days of stone, relatively speaking, it is a high price, can buy two hospitals in this purple jade city.

He quickly calmed down, reached out and took the picture from the middle-aged management, and handed it to the old man: "This old man knows the goods, I naturally sell it to you, so I will say so, two million days of stone."

"Alright!"

The old man quickly took out a ring, and there was also a million stone in it. He was afraid that others would rob the general, and the money would count the number, and he would turn around and leave.

"Little brother, wait!"

The middle-aged manager quickly chased him, his face was remorseful and jealous. He folded his hand and smiled and said: "Little brother, this time I don't know Taishan. I have such a painting in the future, although I get it here, the price is good. ”

"talk later!"

Qian Wanguan’s slanted eyes squinted and took a big step. He did not immediately go back, but turned around in the nearby shops, and finally entered a brothel and used the illusionstone to change his appearance again in the room, which quickly returned to his yard.

He went out for a long time, and Jiang Yi had already collected rain and scattered in the hall, drinking tea in the hall. After Jiang Yi sent him in, he wowed and shouted: "Send, boss, we sent, your painting sold two million days of stone! Fast and fast, hurry to draw hundreds of pictures, we can go to God to give the city to settle down. ”

“Ewww.”

Jiang Yi’s soul is shocked. Is this ghost painting really a legendary sky painting? Can his confusing things be worth two million days? When he got up, he was ready to do it immediately. He first painted hundreds of pieces and made hundreds of millions of dollars.

Feng Yu had already studied the grinding, and the herring also held his breath and watched it nervously. Jiang Yi tried to write a book, and the pen went to the dragon snake, but he once again painted a ghost character.

However, Feng Biao swept his head and shook his head again and again: "No, this painting has no rhyme, not a painting. This gives no one to be a straw paper…"

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PS: Five chapters, there is something in the unit today, so it is late, of course…No matter how late, the old demon promises you, you must do it! Brothers, can you give me a monthly pass?

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