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How can a rich second generation who has no knowledge and skills know how much the value of a painting is, it is simply casting pearls before swine.

It's not only the rich second generation, but the students don't have much research on painting. Although some people know that Zhang Xiaole is good at drawing and has won some awards, because she does things with a low profile, few of them know the truth.

"I think it's something good. It's just a painting." The rich second generation turned their lips and their faces were full of ridicule.

"Just a picture." At this time, a cold voice came out from the corner. It was a boy who never talked much. He was wearing several Baidu short-sighted glasses, called Chang Jun.

My father is the director of the painting and Calligraphy Association, and he is also an influential figure in the city. If anyone received some antiques and so on, they would take them to their home for their father to see and identify.

When the students heard Chang Jun's words, they all looked at them in unison. Someone asked curiously, "Chang Jun, you're well-informed. You might as well learn from your father and be firm with this painting."

when Cheng Jun looked at the rich second generation, he sneered and said, "some people don't learn and have no skills. It's a good thing. This painting is an imitation of the landscape in the middle of summer, Although it is not old, it is estimated that the value is no less than one million. If you do it, nine out of ten will be collected as genuine, and its value is immeasurable. "

When Chang Jun's words were uttered, the room was silent, and then life was noisy and talked about.

"A million, that's too much of an exaggeration." A little girl exclaimed in surprise.

Next to several children are also looking at each other, a time by the huge number of shock.

"You're talking nonsense. Although Zhang Xiaole is powerful, he can't sell a million copies of it." The second generation of the rich was embarrassed. The dog jumped over the wall and called out.

The rich second generation had several close friends who echoed, saying, "one million, I don't think it's possible. Ten yuan is almost the same."

Zhang Xiaole didn't want to pay attention to these ignorant people and said, "it's just a birthday gift. Why bother?"

Chang Jun looked at Zhang Xiaole and Duan Yun and said, "I don't know if my brother can give me this painting. I'll pay 800 thousand yuan."

Chang Jun's words made everyone eat it again. After a burst of sob, they all felt that the boy was crazy.

Zhang Xiaole squints at Duan Yun and doesn't agree. But he already had an idea in mind. If Duan Yun was greedy for money and really sold the painting, it showed that he was not worth her attention. He turned around and left, and nothing mattered.

Duan Yun showed a smile, looked at Chang Jun, then looked at Zhang Xiaole, and said, "the value of this painting itself has exceeded the price you gave me. It is of great significance to me. I will not sell it for any money."

Zhang Xiaole heard Chang Jun say so, the corner of his mouth moved for a moment, but he tried to resist what he wanted to say, but his heart was just like bumping into a deer, plopping and jumping.

Chang Jun sighed and said, "in this case, a gentleman doesn't take people's love, that's it."

Originally thought that one day the clouds were scattered, but at this time, the rich second generation was not reluctant to let go.

The second generation of rich people narrowed his eyes and went to Chang Jun again. He sneered and said, "brother, you don't have to work so hard to chase girls. Let's make a stop today. If you can sell 800 thousand yuan of this painting in one hour, I will accompany you with another 800 thousand yuan. If you can't sell it, it means that you are making a fool of yourself. You have to pay me 800 thousand yuan. I am today What do you think of spending all this money? "

When Zhang Xiaole heard the words of the second generation of the rich, his face suddenly became gloomy. Before he spoke, he heard Chang Jun's gloomy smile and said, "I'm afraid you don't keep your word. I'll let everyone have a good time."

The second generation of the rich patted his chest and said, "I don't care when I'm going to talk, let alone 800000. I don't care if I'm eight million."

when Chang Jun was about to speak, Zhang Xiaole slowly came to the second generation of the rich again. With a charming smile, he said, "since it's a jam, we'll play a bigger chip. I'll add five million and press on Chang Jun's side for three, It's 15 million. If I win, I don't want to donate 10 million to the school except for the principal. All of it will be used as education fund for those children who can't afford to go to school. Dare you

"Ten million." The students next to the bomb camp, are stupidly looking at Zhang Xiaole.

Some people worry about Zhang Xiaole. Although some people know that Zhang Xiaole's brother has money, he often has tens of millions of dollars, which is money. A teacher's salary is only forty or fifty thousand a year. Ten million is equivalent to the whole salary of a teacher for more than twenty years.

"Xiaole, why are you suffering? Today is Duan Yun's birthday. If you are joking, you can just make fun of it One of the students who played well with Zhang Xiaole withdrew the corner of her dress and stood up to play the game.

Zhang Xiaole looked calm and waved his hand.

The rich second generation took a cold look at Zhang Xiaole and said in her heart that this girl is really a big hand. If she really admits her advice, she will not be able to mix in the circle. She grits her teeth and asks, "what if you lose."Zhang Xiaole smile, said: "a accompany three, give you the same."

"Well, everyone is here to testify to us. From now on, Chang Jun, you can find someone." Rich second generation said coldly.

"Stop fussing. This painting was given to me by Zhang Xiaole. I don't agree to sell it." At this time, Duan Yun was not happy to be beside him and said with a gloomy face.

"If I win, I'll draw you another one. Besides, if there's ten million good deeds, don't you want to?" Zhang Xiaole's pupil shrinks and looks at Duan Yun coldly.

Duan Yun hesitated for a moment and did not say anything.

Chang Jun looked at the rich second generation, took out a worn-out old mobile phone, dialed a number, muttered something in the corner, and then returned to his seat.

Zhang Xiaole took a look at Chang Jun and asked, "do you want me to make a phone call and call some buyers to come over?"

Looking at Chang Jun's appearance, Zhang Xiaojian is really worried that he has made today's affairs meaningless.

Chang Jun shook his head, did not speak, and resumed the virtue of not saying a word before.

Someone has set the alarm, and temporarily turn this page over. It's time to eat cake, eat cake, sing and sing.

As time goes by, it's only ten minutes to an hour. But Chang Jun's buyer hasn't come, which makes the rich second generation's face look proud.