章 67: Antique

The gallery, in the lobby, had a strange atmosphere.

For a long time, the leader finally said, "Are you a new shop assistant? Where is the old man in the shop? Let him come out, I have to talk to him about something."

His voice was cold and rude.

But when he was speaking, his brows frowned slightly, and he kept looking at Ye Bei, his heart felt a little bit frightened.

And this person was exactly Wu Sanri.

After their memories were erased last night... all the memories about the time when they came to this gallery yesterday also disappeared along with it.

Coming here today, they thought they want to buy this shop again and look for opportunities to dig the tomb.

"Talk to me if you have something to say." Ye Bei said. He didn't feel much about the three of them.

Wu Sanri frowned.

But Pan Shengcheng at the back was not at all polite, "Our business, do you dare to act as the owner and talk about it? We came here today to spend a lot of money to buy this gallery."

"Yes. Hurry up and call out the old man Wang, don't waste time." Zhang Qitian dipped, and he always felt something was wrong in his heart, but no matter what, he couldn't think of the reason.

"After ten days, the store will be available for sale." At the table, Ye Bei spoke, his words were not many, but these words had a hint of unquestionable taste.

Originally, Wu Sanri and others were not willing to communicate with Ye Bei.

However, after hearing this, a strange thought emerged from deep in their hearts, as if the words of the young man in a weird dress before them could really represent this gallery shop.

Could it be that this young man is the descendant of the Wang Family, grandson of the old man Wang?

Creak...

When they were puzzled, the back door of the lobby creaked and was pushed open.

Holding the rolled-up calligraphy and painting, Wang Gu hurried out...

However, after seeing Wu Sanri, he was taken aback for a while, and he immediately placed the calligraphy and painting behind him.

"Old man Wang, who is this person? He said he wanted to sell the gallery to me. Isn't that a joke?" Wu Sanri stared at Wang Gu's face and asked quickly.

Wang Gu was a little surprised. Didn't he tell them yesterday that this shop gave Ye Bei to him? Why are you still asking today?

Therefore, when answering, his voice was uncaring and informal.

"Of course he can represent our gallery... and this shop belongs to him, whoever he wants to sell this gallery to is up to him."

After he threw out his words, Wang Gu turned around and walked into the inner courtyard without looking back.

Carefully guarding the calligraphy and painting with both hands, for fear that it would provoke Wu Sanri's prying eyes like previously.

Wang Gu's actions shocked Wu Sanri and others.

All the doubts in their hearts disappeared.

At the same time, they worked hard to be calmer.

It's just that the indescribable excitement in their eyes could not be concealed.

"Little brother, is what you said just now true? Are you sure you are not kidding with us?" Wu Sanri's voice was a lot more polite. Although he still doubted Ye Bei's identity, he was too lazy to ask.

Ye Bei nodded, "Yeah."

"After ten days, will you put it on sale?" Zhang Qitian said.

Ye Bei replied lightly, "Yes."

"Then how much money do you want?" Pan Shengcheng only felt that happiness had come too suddenly. In his heart, he was already calculating. After ten days, he would buy this gallery, then dig out the tomb and get countless authentic works, at the same time, he would also shock the antique world that day.

"The gallery has no customers, and it's boring to open. This shop is not worth much, but your antique shop over there is quite valuable. It's better to be like this, after ten days, the shop will be given to you, but in return, I want to take a few things from your antique shop." Ye Bei said lightly.

Oh?

After Wu Sanri listened, his eyes turned wildly.

Most of the things in his antique shop were actually dug out by him. There were also indeed some valuable things there, but not worth much if compared to Wang Xizhi's tomb.

However, when doing business, it was about bargaining.

"I will give you two at most. There are so many rare and precious treasures in our shop. If you pick any antique worth tens of millions of dollars, I will not lose money. " Wu Sanri was very serious, when finished speaking, he waited to see if Ye Bei was going to make a further request.

However, Ye Bei's next word surprised him very much.

After listening, Ye Bei just nodded lightly, threw out a word indifferently, "Okay."

"Well, I'll go prepare the contract. We'll sign it right away, and those who have a contract in hand will not be allowed to go back on their words." Wu Sanri was very excited and nervous, thinking that this will be done? When he said this, the excitement on his face was even more unconcealed.

"Fine." Ye Bei said softly.

The three of them stopped hesitating, turned around, and rushed back to prepare for the contract.

When they came, they were aggressive, but when they left, they were full of elation.

...

After the three fellows left, Wang Gu pushed open the door of the backyard and poked out half of his head. After making sure that the three were no longer there, he walked into the lobby again.

"Sir, do you really want to sell them the gallery?" Seeing Ye Bei sitting at the table, Wang Gu thought for a while and asked seriously.

"Perhaps." Ye Bei replied lightly.

But this answer made Wang Gu feel unclear.

"By the way, sir... can I really take this calligraphy and painting to that antique auction house?" Wang Gu continued to ask, his voice a little hesitant, he still understood in his heart, this calligraphy and painting were made by Ye Bei, and what involved in it was too big.

Ye Bei replied softly, "Yes, but you are not allowed to say that I created it."

At this point, Wang Gu made a decision long ago, waved his hand unceremoniously, with a simple smile on his face, "Sir, I don't understand what you mean... This calligraphy and painting are handed down from generation to generation by our ancestors and is the real work of our ancestor, Wang Xizhi, and it has always been well preserved. Naturally, it is impossible to have anything to do with sir..."

"Good." Ye Bei replied.

When he first saw this Wang Gu, he saw him focusing on painting a picture, which looked quite deep and wise.

However, after only a little contact, Ye Bei discovered that even though Wang Gu was more or less seventy years old, in many ways, he still looked like a child.

"Well, sir, I will go to the antique auction house now. It is said that many experts have come from all over the world, not only buying antiques at high prices but also auctioning some of the antiques they found in China." Wang Gu looked excited, "This calligraphy and painting cannot be recognized by ordinary people, but I believe that when those people see it, they will definitely be shocked."

After Ye Bei listened, his expression was indifferent, and his mouth was silent.

Wang Gu did not say more.

He carefully guarded the calligraphy and painting in his bosoms and walked vigorously towards the outside of the gallery.

But after he stepped out of the lobby, he quickly disappeared among the busy crowd.

...

The Peaceful Restaurant had been fully contracted by the auction.

First floor, at the reception.

It was heard that an international antique auction house was coming.

Countless people took some treasures and waited for the evaluation, and the line was more than ten meters in line.

When Wang Gu rushed here with the calligraphy and painting, he thought that there was a blockbuster.

After a long time, he lined up.

At the table in front, there sat a middle-aged man in a suit with shiny hair.

"Sir, what do you want to appraise?"

After seeing Wang Gu, the middle-aged man was lacking in interest, but his tone was full of arrogance. In his opinion, these antique sellers were either idiots deceived by their ancestors or fat sheep to be slaughtered.

"This is the calligraphy and painting handed down from my ancestors, the original Wang Xizhi."

Wang Gu carefully took out the calligraphy and painting from his arms.

When the sound fell, the atmosphere in this first-floor hall instantly became weird.