The fat boss's eyes were full of sarcasm and said to Lin Bei: "Boy, the bet has been established. Do you want me to invite a master to identify the value of this painting for you so that you can give up?"

"No need." Lin Bei said lightly, then picked up the words and tore it in half on the spot.

The fat man immediately said, "Boy! Are you sick? If you admit defeat, just give me the money. There is no need to go crazy and vent your anger here!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei showed a mysterious smile: "When did I say that the painting is worth 200,000?"

The fat boss was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Lin Bei sneered and picked up the wooden scroll of the painting, which had a crack on it.

He gently pinched it, and the wooden scroll started with cracks and instantly shattered and turned into wood chips. However, in Lin Bei's hand, a ten-centimeter-long brush, all brown and red, with strange shape, was left.

Seeing this pen, Lu Tianhe exclaimed: "Chicken distance pen! There is actually a chicken distance pen hidden in this scroll!"

The fat boss didn't expect that there was something hidden in the scroll, so he stood there in a daze.

Lin Bei picked up the chicken-gear pen, looked it carefully, and then handed it to Lu Tianhedao: "Do you know me? Tell me what it is."

Lu Tianhe looked at the chicken-distance pen and said, "The pen tip is short and shaped like a chicken-distance pen, which is the origin of the chicken-distance pen. It was popular in the Tang and Song dynasties and was deeply loved by the majority of literati and poets. From Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty to Du Fu of the Song Dynasty, everyone loved to use chicken-distance pen. This pen was only ten centimeters long and should be the kind that is suitable for carrying with you."

After saying that, Lu Tianhe continued to look at the pen and saw a big word Wu on it. Finally, he confirmed: "That's right, this is Mr. Wu Daozi's pen! I once read a record that in order to facilitate painting, Mr. Wu Daozi usually likes to carry a brown-red chicken-distance pen with him. The logo is in this word, which is completely the original work of Mr. Wu Daozi. He carved it himself and used as a mark!"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel excited: "Lin Bei! We found the pen that Wu Daozi loved the most in his life!"

"Is it worth 200,000?" Lin Bei asked.

Lu Tianhe said excitedly: "It's not just 200,000! If this is sold for auction, it will start at least 800,000!"

"How could a broken pen be worth so much money!" The fat boss said with gloomy eyes.

This time it was Lu Tianhe's turn to sneer and said, "If you don't believe it, I can also invite an expert for you to see if this pen is worth the money."

Seeing this, the fat boss knew that he could not pretend anymore. His face turned red and pale. Finally, he squeezed out a smile and said, "No, the young man. I was so stupid. I didn't expect that I would miss such a big treasure. Do you think this is OK? I will give you 200,000 yuan, I will take this pen. Even if I lose in this game today, can it be okay?"

Lin Bei immediately said, "What does it mean to be your loss! It means you lose. According to the bet, you want to give me 200,000, and this pen is mine!"

"Yes! You lost, give the money quickly!" Lu Tianhe also said.

The fat boss's face changed, then he sneered and began to cheat: "Who said I lost? Your money is valuable, but we bet on whether this painting is worth 200,000 or not, it has nothing to do with this pen. So strictly speaking, you have to give me 200,000 if you lose. But if I don't remember the villain's mistakes, the money will be spared. You just need to leave this money to me."

Lu Tianhe said furiously: "All nonsense! It's clear that you lost!"

The boss just sneered, showing an expression of how you can do to me.

Lu Tianhe's lungs were almost irritated and he was about to rush up and gesture on the spot, but Lin Bei next to him held it down.

"Lin Bei, don't stop me, I have to teach him a lesson!" Lu Tianhe shouted.

The fat boss said arrogantly: "You dare to touch me and try it? This street is full of mine. If you dare to touch me, don't you want to get out of here!"

"Don't be impulsive."

Lin Bei comforted Lu Tianhe, then came to the fat man himself and said lightly: "I'll ask you again, will you pay the bet or not?"

The fat boss Zhang Kuang said: "I didn't lose, what kind of gambling is paid?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fist fell on his face.

Bang!

The fat boss's face was sunken on the spot, and blood flowed from his face.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his neck tightening, and then his feet left the ground. When he opened his eyes, he found that Lin Bei lifted him up with one hand, just like lifting a dead pig.

The fat man said furiously: "Dare you going to hit me?"

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, a slap fell on his face, and the fat man's left half of his cheek instantly swollen.

"You...!" The fat man was so angry that he wanted to threaten, but saw that Lin Bei had raised his palm.

His face suddenly changed drastically, and he hurriedly begged for mercy and said, "Don't fight! I'll give the money! I can't give the money!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei let go, and the fat man fell to the ground with his butt, his body trembling as if the whole shop had trembled.

Immediately afterwards, he took out his cell phone and obediently transferred 200,000 yuan to Lin Bei.

This scene completely made Lu Tianhe stunned.

Lin Beigang even told him not to be impulsive, but he rushed up the next second.

You brother or your brother!

"Let's go, don't come to this store in the future." Lin Bei took the money and walked over and said.

Lu Tianhe nodded blankly and followed Lin Bei out of the store.

As soon as they left, a trace of resentment appeared in the fat boss's eyes, and then took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

After a while, several tall and strong men walked in.

One of them was surprised to see him and said, "Boss! Why are you beaten like this?"

The fat boss said gloomy: "I was beaten by a kid! I also took me 200,000!"

"So arrogant? We'll help you grab it back!" said the big man.

People like them are not uncommon in antique streets.

After all, there are many businesses here that are not clean, especially in black shops like Fat Boss, who usually have many enemies, so you must have a few backup plans.

The strong men are the backhands of the fat man. These are all people who have been squatting. They have done a lot of chopping and robbing in the past, which is the most suitable for such activities.

The fat man covered his face and said resentfully: "Of course you have to grab the money back, and you can't let these two kids go. No matter what, you have to let them lie in the hospital for a few days. Also, these two kids have a Tang Dynasty chicken-distance pen on them, which is very likely Wu Daozi's love pen, which is very valuable. You should be careful when you start and don't break this pen!"

The strong man said, "Don't worry! We have beaten more people, so we are very responsible!"

The fat man nodded, took out 20,000 yuan, and each person distributed some, and then said, "If you bring the chicken distance pen back, I will give you an additional 100,000."

When he heard that there was still money, the strong man immediately patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, boss! I will definitely get the pen back for you!"
Chapter completed!