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I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!-Chapter 23 - How to Scold Someone_1
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“Alright, then I’ll sell it to you,” Wu Feng said happily.
Actually, he was still somewhat disbelief of the appraisal of five hundred thousand that Zhao Anhua had given.
Even if he was completely ignorant about paintings, he knew a forgery couldn’t be worth that much money.
Unexpectedly, Shen Dong really was willing to buy it.
Five hundred thousand was a very large amount for the two brothers.
In the countryside, that could build a three-story western-style house and even buy a small electric car.
And there would still be a little left over for savings, to be used as a betrothal gift when his son got married.
“No problem, just tell me your bank account number, and I’ll transfer the money to you immediately,” Shen Dong said, taking out his phone and logging into his mobile banking app.
He had casually transferred ten million from his futures trading account to his bank account today, and for him now, five hundred thousand was just a small amount.
“Alright,” Wu Feng took out a bank card and handed it to Shen Dong.
Shen Dong immediately transferred five hundred thousand to Wu Feng.
Just after the transfer, Wu Feng’s phone started to ring with a notification sound.
He looked at it and immediately grinned with joy, “The money’s in.”
Then, he handed over the painting to Shen Dong, “Young man, the painting is yours now.”
“You two brothers, I’ll take my leave first,” said Shen Dong, receiving the painting and leaving promptly.
He needed to leave quickly.
Otherwise, when the person Zhao Anhua had sent to buy the painting arrived and found out it was he who had purchased it, there might be trouble.
“Brother, why would this young guy be willing to spend five hundred thousand to buy the painting?” Wu Shan wondered aloud.
“The man has money, after all, we made a profit.
If it weren’t for Mr.
Zhao saying our painting was worth five hundred thousand, I might have sold it for just a few tens of thousands.
Mr.
Zhao is such a good man,” Wu Feng exclaimed.
“Yeah, and he also said we had it tough and asked you to leave your phone number.
He said if we couldn’t sell it, to give him a call, and he would buy it for three hundred thousand.
He really is a highly respected treasure appraisal expert,” Wu Shan added with a sigh.
…
Liu Chao and Chen Yuting were strolling around the vicinity.
At that moment, Liu Chao’s phone rang.
He took it out and immediately answered with a smile, “Grandpa, how did it go?”
On the other end was an elderly man with a full head of silver hair.
He was the treasure appraisal expert at the conference, Zhao Anhua.
“Xiao Chao, I’ve sent you a phone number.
There’s a Beacon Fire Map that you should buy for five hundred thousand.
If the price goes up, it’s okay to pay a bit more, but you must buy it.
We could make at least thirty million this time,” Zhao Anhua said gravely.
“Grandpa, don’t worry, I’ve done this kind of thing before.
I will handle it perfectly,” Liu Chao assured him.
After hanging up the phone.
“Did the money-making opportunity you mentioned come?” Chen Yuting asked, sensing something.
“Yes, watch how I make money,” Liu Chao chuckled, checking the info Zhao Anhua had sent.
There was a phone number, a name, and the title of the painting.
He immediately dialed the phone number.
Soon, the call connected.
“Hello, may I speak to Mr.
Wu Feng?” Liu Chao asked.
“Yes, you are speaking to him…
who is this?” Wu Feng said, sounding puzzled.
“Hello, Mr.
Wu, I am an antique enthusiast.
I saw at the treasure appraisal conference that Mr.
Zhao appraised your painting and identified it as a forgery.
I really like your painting, so I asked Mr.
Zhao for your phone number.
I’d like to buy your forgery.
Mr.
Zhao said it’s worth five hundred thousand, which is fine by me.
Where are you now?
I’ll come to you,” Liu Chao said.
“Sorry, my painting has been sold to someone else,” said Wu Feng.
“What, sold?!” Liu Chao exclaimed.
Damn it, someone sniped it.
“Yes, it’s been sold,” Wu Feng repeated.
“Who bought it?
How much did you sell it for?” Liu Chao asked in a hurry.
“It was a young man I met, said he liked my painting, and bought it for 500,000,” Wu Feng honestly replied.
“500,000!” Liu Chao felt his head spin and almost cursed out loud.
That’s not 500,000, that’s at least 30 million.
“Mr.
Wu, do you remember the name of the person who bought your painting?” Liu Chao asked.
No matter what, I must find that person and buy the painting back.
“I can’t remember,” Wu Feng shook his head and asked his younger brother, who also couldn’t remember.
At the noodle restaurant, Shen Dong had introduced himself, but the two thought it was just small talk with someone they passed by chance, likely never to meet again.
Who would remember the other person’s name?
And when Shen Dong bought the painting, they didn’t ask for his name, either.
“Then what did that person look like?
Any distinguishing features?” Liu Chao pressed, refusing to give up.
“What did he look like?
Well, he’s a pretty handsome and spirited young man,” Wu Feng said.
Pretty handsome and spirited young man?
With such a vague description, where am I supposed to find him?
Liu Chao was so angry he wanted to curse his mother!
“Besides that, can’t you give more specifics?” Liu Chao asked.
“What specifics?
I don’t understand,” Wu Feng replied naively.
“You…
damn it, go to hell!” Liu Chao cursed.
“How can you curse at me?
Aren’t you reasonable?
You wanted to buy my painting, and I sold it.
I didn’t offend you.
Why are you cursing?
That’s really too much,” Wu Feng said indignantly.
“Too much?
If I were really too much, I would want to kill you,” Liu Chao said, furious as he hung up the phone.
“What kind of person is that,” Wu Feng muttered as he put away his phone, feeling very annoyed.
“Brother, what’s going on?” Wu Shan asked.
“This guy said he wanted to buy our ‘Beacon Fire Map.’ He got my number from Mr.
Zhao.
When I told him it was sold, he even wanted to know who I sold it to and what the young buyer looked like.
I just said it was a pretty handsome and spirited young man, and then he started swearing,” Wu Feng was still baffled.
“What kind of people are they?” Wu Shan also felt confused.
“Never mind, as long as the painting is sold.
With that 500,000, we have the money to build a house,” Wu Feng began to smile.
Although the painting was a fake, selling a fake for 500,000 was a win.
“Exactly, with these 500,000, we don’t have to worry about the money to build a house,” Wu Shan was very happy as well.
“Come to think of it, we should thank Mr.
Zhao.
If he hadn’t appraised it at 500,000, we might have sold it for just a few thousand,” Wu Feng felt very grateful to Zhao Anhua and brought up the topic again.
“We should thank him, a highly respected old expert,” Wu Shan sighed.
“Alright, let’s go home—no, let’s go to the supermarket in town first to buy some things.
Let the people in the village see we have money now.
They always said our paintings were worthless, now let’s open their dog eyes,” Wu Feng said with a grin.
“Right, right, buy more things that are only sold in town,” Wu Shan agreed.
The brothers had no money to build their house and faced discrimination in the village.
But now, no one dared to say anything about them anymore; they could finally hold their heads up high.