Wu Bei: "It turns out he is from the United States. Is he here to buy collections this time?"
Tang Minghui: "To be precise, we want to exchange a batch of collections. As you know, some of our collections are duplicates. For example, we have a piece of Tang Bohu's flowers in our hands. This time, we are using the duplicate collections to exchange some
What we don’t have, neither does the other side.”
On this trip, Tang Minghui only took Wu Bei and Tang Ziyi with him, and the rest went home first.
Half an hour later, the car drove into Yunjing Hotel.
Yunjing Hotel has a history of more than ten years. Even though its appearance is no longer tall and fashionable, it is still one of the best places for Yunjing people to receive distinguished guests.
The entire Yunjing Hotel has been booked by Tang Minghui, and the people he arranged are standing at the door.
As soon as the car stopped, the butler came up and opened the door and said, "Master, everything has been arranged. Mr. Luo Chenyuan and his people will arrive in half an hour."
Tang Minghui nodded: "Okay."
The group of people arrived on the first floor, where several rooms had been cleared out. Calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls, and some porcelain and bronzeware were placed on the table. In total, there were at least more than a hundred pieces.
Tang Minghui smiled and said: "Wu Bei, these are the things I want to exchange. They are all counted according to the needs of the other party."
Wu Bei walked over and looked around. These antiques had different smells, indicating that they came from different dynasties.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked at a painting. It was an unrefined painting. A peak reached straight into the sky, and a red sun hung on the top of the peak.
Wu Bei discovered that this painting faintly exuded a special aura. His heart moved and he opened the eyes of dimensions. Then he was shocked and saw that the mountain peak in the painting turned into a real mountain peak. The sun above the peak
, radiating endless energy.
He closed his eyes and felt a storm in his heart. This picture is not simple, it is a "God Refining Picture"!
There are relevant records in the Immortal Department of Shenzhou Chronicles. When a monk reaches the realm of refining gods, if he wants to condense his spiritual consciousness, he needs to refine his gods. Otherwise, it often takes a long time before he has a chance to succeed.
He immediately asked Tang Minghui: "Uncle, what is the origin of this painting?"
Tang Minghui smiled and said: "This is a work. About ten years ago, there was a famine in the world. A monk who was about to starve to death came to my house to beg for alms. My grandfather saw that he was pitiful and took him in for a month. The monk was very grateful. Before he left,
Leave this painting behind."
Wu Bei: "Does the other party have this painting among the items they requested?"
Tang Minghui nodded: "Six months ago, Luo Chenyuan visited my Tang family's exhibition hall and liked this painting very much. When we negotiated the items to be exchanged this time, he specifically mentioned this painting."
Wu Bei nodded and said, "Uncle, give this painting to me."
Tang Minghui laughed: "If you like it, just take it."
Wu Bei was a great benefactor of the Tang family, and a mere painting is not worth mentioning.
Wu Bei directly took off the painting, then handed it to Tang Ziyi and said, "Ziyi, put it in the car."
Although Tang Ziyi thought Wu Bei's behavior was strange, she didn't ask any more questions. She took the painting and asked the housekeeper to put it in the trunk of the car.
Wu Bei said to Tang Minghui at this time: "Uncle, if Luo Chenyuan asks about this painting later, just say that the monk suddenly appeared and wanted to take away the painting."
Tang Minghui was stunned and said: "That monk was already very old ten years ago. How can he survive until now?"
Wu Bei smiled and said, "Just say that."
Tang Minghui nodded: "Okay."
Tang Ziyi was very smart. She couldn't help but ask: "Is there anything special about this painting?"
Wu Beidao: "To ordinary people, it is just an ordinary painting. But to practitioners, it is a priceless treasure."
He further said: "Luo Chenyuan's real purpose is probably this painting."
Tang Ziyi blinked: "That's why you put the painting away."
Wu Bei smiled and said: "Exactly. If I guessed correctly, this Luo Chenyuan is definitely a master."
The few people didn't say a few words when the butler's voice came outside to greet the guests. Tang Minghui hurriedly greeted him. He saw a man about forty years old, with a three-point European appearance, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and very imposing.
This man was wearing a Tang suit with a smile on his face. He cupped his hands towards Tang Minghui and said, "Mr. Tang, I have kept you waiting for a long time."
Tang Minghui smiled and said: "No, I just arrived. Mr. Luo, all my things are here, do you want to go take a look first?"
Luo Chenyuan nodded: "Okay."
Luo Chenyuan was led to the room where the exhibits were kept. Luo Chenyuan walked around and praised Tang Minghui's collection from time to time.
After walking through the last room, he asked: "Is there any more?"
Tang Minghui's heart moved slightly and he said with a smile: "They are all here."
Luo Chenyuan: "Mr. Tang, last time I saw Yiyi's work, why is it not there?"
Tang Minghui's expression remained unchanged: "Is that the painting given by the monk? I'm really sorry, Mr. Luo. A few days ago, the monk suddenly visited, left a sum of money, and took away the painting."
Luo Chenyuan's face visibly darkened: "Then the monk is here? Mr. Tang, are you kidding me? I remember that when you told this story, the monk was in his forties. Ten years later, he is at least one hundred and twenty years old.
Alright?"
Wu Bei came over and said: "If a person's cultivation reaches the King of Martial Arts realm, living to be one hundred and twenty years old is nothing."
Luo Chenyuan frowned, stared at Wu Bei and asked, "Who are you?"
Wu Bei: "I am a director of Tang Group, and my surname is Wu."
Luo Chenyuan: "You mean, that monk has the cultivation of King Wu?"
Wu Bei: "Maybe he is the God of War, who knows. He looks to be in his forties."
Luo Chenyuan fell silent, and then he handed over to Tang Minghui: "Mr. Tang, I suddenly remembered that there is one more important thing to do. Let my assistant finish the rest."
Tang Minghui said: "Okay, Mr. Luo, please help yourself."
Luo Chenyuan left in a hurry, leaving only an assistant and his subordinates behind for subsequent exchanges.
As soon as the other party left, Tang Minghui said: "Wu Bei, you have guessed that this man named Luo is really here for that painting."
Wu Bei: "He is also a cultivator, and his cultivation level is higher than mine."
Tang Ziyi was curious: "If he is taller than you, what kind of cultivation level is that?"
"Xiantian realm." He said.
Tang Ziyi was shocked. She and Tang Minghui looked at each other. Who would have thought that such a big boss could actually be an innate grandmaster!
"Wu Bei, does he believe our words?"
Wu Bei smiled and said: "It doesn't matter whether he believes it or not. What's important is that I have told him and we also know the value of that painting."
Tang Ziyi: "So, he gave up?"
Wu Bei said calmly: "If he still wants this painting, then he has to talk again and talk slowly."
"Let's talk again? You mean, he will still buy this painting?"
Wu Bei: "That's right."
He looked at Tang Minghui: "Uncle, if the other party comes to you again, just say that you have to ask the monk about this. If the other party asks for the price, just say 10 billion and don't bargain."