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"You buy my painting? One million?"
The old man was also shocked by Zhao Dabao's words. After a while, he asked nervously: "Reallyreally?"
Because he was so excited, the old man was trembling a little when he spoke.
"of course it's true!"
Zhao Dabao nodded affirmatively, then helped the old man up with a smile, "Do you have a bank card? If so, I will transfer it to you directly."
"There is, there is, there is"
Seeing that Zhao Dabao was not telling lies, the old man immediately burst into tears of gratitude, and then took out a bank card.
Zhao Dabao was also unambiguous. While facing the old man's bank card, he picked up his mobile phone and started transferring money on mobile banking.
Everyone nearby witnessed this scene and couldn't help but start talking.
"Local tycoon!"
¡°Too rich!¡±
"This is so overflowing with love!"
¡°It still feels a bit incredible to spend a million dollars on a fake painting!¡±
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Everyone at the scene made various comments about Zhao Dabao's behavior of spending one million to buy fake paintings of the elderly.
" However, they are not related to Zhao Dabao, so naturally they just want to watch a show and will not try to dissuade Zhao Dabao.
But Xing Jiaying is different. Although she is very dissatisfied with this guy's rude behavior towards her before, she can't watch Zhao Dabao waste money like this.
"Zhao Dabao, are you crazy?"
Xing Jiaying wants to dissuade Zhao Dabao. After all, if a fake painting costs one million, you shouldn¡¯t spend it like this if you have money!
Zhuang Shaoyou was also puzzled and said: "Dabao, this painting is worth ten thousand at most. If you spend one million it's not worth it, right?"
"It's okay!" Zhao Dabao smiled lightly, with a calm expression on his face.
Zhao Dabao expressed his understanding for the two people¡¯s concern.
But he has his own opinions on how to do things, and a million dollars spent is just a waste, and he doesn¡¯t really care.
This old man is in urgent need of money to treat his family members. Although he is not related to him, he will be very happy if he can help others.
A difficult one, P Plus support.
This is China¡¯s traditional virtue since ancient times.
¡°At first, due to Ge Yongfeng¡¯s relationship, his family was in dire straits. He relied on the help of the villagers of Qingshan Village, relatives and friends to get through the difficulties. Now that he is capable, he naturally knows how to give back to those who were kind to him in the past.
In addition, he feels that this positive energy should be spread further and wider.
So, when he saw the old man so sad and helpless, he decided that regardless of whether the painting was true or false, he was willing to spend some of his money to help the old man tide over the current difficulties.
¡°It¡¯s not impossible for him to personally treat the old man¡¯s children.
Ding dong¡ª¡ª
Soon, one million dollars was transferred to the old man¡¯s bank card, and a prompt came on Zhao Dabao¡¯s mobile phone that the one million transfer was successful and the balance was nine million.
"Thank you, thank you, you are such a good person!"
When the old man saw that the money had arrived, he held Zhao Dabao's hand tightly, thanked him again and again, and then gave the fake painting to Zhao Dabao.
"Old man, you're welcome. You'd better go back to treat your child first. I wish your child a speedy recovery."
"Hey, hey, hey, I really went out to meet a noble man today, thank you, thank you"
The old man thanked him repeatedly, and then hurriedly walked out of the crowd.
After the matter was over, the onlookers dispersed.
"Okay, shall we go somewhere else now?"
Zhao Dabao held the fake painting he just bought with a smile on his face, "The stone gambling party should start soon, right? Where exactly is it in Guzhuang Town?"
"You're such an idiot, you went to a stone gambling party and you didn't get beaten to death!" Xing Jiaying snorted coldly and didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Dabao.
Obviously, she was very dissatisfied with this guy's behavior of not listening to her dissuasion.
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Zhao Dabao smiled, scratched his head, and looked to Zhuang Shaoyou for help.
Seeing this, Zhuang Shaoyou shrugged his shoulders and said he was helpless, "Dabao, although I want to help you, but"
Gently waving the paper fan, Zhuang Shaoyou smiled and then continued: "Jiaying is right, you are really not suitable to attend a stone gambling party, you are too naive and too easy to be deceived."
Zhao Dabao: ""
Isn¡¯t it just love?; Aren¡¯t all elderly people supposed to be kind, kind, friendly, loving, and possess a series of virtues?
Sure enough, it¡¯s not that old people are getting bad these days, it¡¯s that bad people are getting older!
Zhao Dabao estimates that this old man must not have been a good person when he was young.
"Okay, old man, stop talking nonsense. I won't call the police. I'll give you a chance. Now you pay me back one million. I'll give you this painting back and pretend that what just happened never happened. What do you think? "
Zhao Dabao made a friendly suggestion, but the old man rejected it without hesitation. The old man shook his head and said, "How is that possible? I have already used the money to treat my child."
With that said, the old man also admonished Zhao Dabao, "Young man, I think you are quite rich, and you probably don't care about the one million, so why bother with me?"
"Besides, I think you have just come into contact with antique calligraphy and painting. You must know that this aspect relies on your eyesight. If you are not an expert, you will have many chances of being noticed. Today I will make you one million, just give it to you." A lesson to let you know the pitfalls in this industry so that you won¡¯t suffer a loss next time.¡±
"Otherwise, next time you buy a higher-priced antique, you may suffer even greater losses. But now that you have learned this lesson, you will be vigilant next time and calculate carefully to see if there are any advantages or no harm."
Hearing what the old man said, Zhao Dabao was even more speechless. This old man must have been a talented man when he was young, with a sharp tongue and a thick skin, otherwise he would not have said such shameless words so confidently.
"Definitely, I won't argue with you anymore, and I don't want the one million anymore."
Zhao Dabao was too lazy to argue any longer, and waved his hand immediately, saying: "Anyway, the opportunity has been given to you, and you don't want it. If you want to regret it later, I'm sorry, it's too late!"
"regret?"
The old man sneered, "How could I regret ithuh?"
Just when the old man didn't believe that he would regret it at all, he saw that Zhao Dabao had already taken out the fake painting and started to tear it apart. After three strokes, five divided by two, he tore off the thin outer layer of the fake painting. Then, a real painting appeared. The portrait was revealed.
This painting is exactly the same as the one just now, but it is not a copy, but an original work, the original work of Tang Bohu!
"How can this be?"
The old man's eyes widened and he exclaimed, his face full of shock, annoyance, regret just to name a few.
"Picture within a picture?"
Xing Jiaying and Zhuang Shaoyou who came over were also shocked. They looked at Zhao Dabao in disbelief and shouted in unison, "You, you, youhow did you see that?"
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