"I'm sorry, but you're late. I already bought the calligraphy."
Deng Xinhe carefully rolled up Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and said to the antique shop owner, "Pay the bill!"
The antique shop owner looked at Deng Xinhe worriedly and then at Song Wei. He raised a finger with a trembling hand. "One million!"
Although 1 million yuan was a lot, it was not worth mentioning to a rich family like Deng Xinhe. However, he did not have a check on him, so he could only ask the antique shop owner to go to the bank with him to withdraw the cash.
"There's a bank nearby, right? Let's go and get the money!"
Seeing that someone handsomer than him had come a step ahead of him, Song Wei was immediately pissed off. He sized up Deng Xinh and mocked, "Dude, look at you… Are you a beggar?"
He snorted. "I'm afraid you don't even have 100 yuan, let alone 1 million yuan. Let me give you a piece of advice. This is not a place for a small fry like you. Get lost!"