Live shop exploration: 200 yuan to challenge the antique street

Chapter 105 Brother Chu~ (for further reading)
No.1 People's Hospital in Sijiu City.

In the hallway.

Chu Ang stared at the dead fish eyes, and looked at the ceiling expressionlessly.

He can swear that he has never been so speechless in the past 20 years.

When the owner of the stall heard that the calligraphy and paintings he had sold were worth 8000 million yuan, he immediately smoked them and almost burped!
"Anchorman, are you still there?"

"Anchor, don't think about running away, don't think about leaving Huaxia on a smuggling boat, and then transfer to Vietnam, Myanmar, Laos, and Cambodia. Why don't you let me see you again..."

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter, the anchor is also unlucky!"

"Is the anchor unlucky? But he earned 8000 million!"

"That's right, just draw it over!"

"You can't tell what it will look like, but it's 8000 million!"

"Damn, let's laugh at the jokes and not at others. The boss is just acting a little excited, but if it is someone else, he will definitely be fooled!"

"That's right, that's a treasure worth 8000 million yuan. If you sell it for 10 yuan, it won't hurt anyone!"

"Didn't the boss go into the emergency room? I don't know if there is any problem this time..."

"So what if there is a problem, no wonder what happened to the anchor?"

"There is still a problem. There is a clause in our law called humanitarian compensation. If something really happens, the anchor will inevitably lose money and avoid disaster!"

"Yes, yes, humanitarian compensation thieves are disgusting. A thief next door to me broke into the house and was discovered by the hostess. The hostess frightened the thief to death with firecrackers. Afterwards, he was demanded hundreds of thousands of compensation... My neighbor is also quite sad! "

"Harm, the legal system needs to be strengthened!"

"..."

At this time, Chu Ang also noticed the messages from netizens, and said slowly: "Losing money is a small problem, as long as people are fine!"

"The anchor is the anchor, I can't match this kind of heart!"

"Yes, yes, the anchor deserves to get rich!"

"Uh... Is there a possibility that the anchor is not short of money!"

"Uh...how much did the streamer earn today? I forgot about the wooden box before, but I just need to remember the 8000 million Daqian authentic works!"

"I originally wanted to say that it was bad for the one upstairs to have no brains, but after thinking about it, I closed my mouth again. Also, the money in the wooden box is not worth mentioning, although it is worth 400 million... But compared to Zhang Daqian's authentic work, that is What a piece of rubbish, shit, I called the wooden box worth 400 million rubbish, it’s hard to imagine that I, a poor man, said this (heartache)!"

"Brother Chu..."

Not long after, Zhao Pengcheng, who followed Chu Ang to the No.1 civilian hospital, came from the emergency room, "I'm fine, but I need to be hospitalized for observation for a few days..."

"Well..." Chu Ang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine!"

"Ghost knows that something like this will happen!" Zhao Pengcheng sat down in Chu Ang, and said dumbfoundingly, "If someone is killed, I'm afraid we all have to be held accountable!"

Thinking of what happened just now, he was also frightened for a while!
It was a sunny day, and he was a man of his own accord. He wanted to accompany Chu Ang to have some fun in Liulichang, but he almost became a murderer!
No kidding!
It's funny to slide the world!
"Brother Chu...Brother Chu!"

There were hurried footsteps in the long and narrow corridor. Chu Ang looked back and found that it was... Cao Zinian, Mr. Cao.

Chu Ang was stunned, "Young Master Cao...why do you..."

"Damn... I heard that you found an authentic work worth Zhang Daqian..." Mr. Cao said while drying it, "Sell it to me...sell it to me!"

"..."

"Wow, brothers, Mr. Cao, I haven't seen him for a long time!"

"Mr. Cao actually chased him to the hospital for his baby. This is true love, brothers!"

"By the way, how did he find the anchor?"

"Is the person upstairs stupid? The anchor's live broadcast has never stopped!"

"Oh, oh, so it is!"

"..."

Mr. Cao said again: "I've heard about the Liulichang incident, but fortunately no one was killed. This is a blessing among misfortunes!"

"..."

Chu Ang was speechless, picked up the painting behind him and handed it to Mr. Cao.

Mr. Cao opened it, his face was ecstatic, "I'll get someone to transfer money to you, I've already asked the price, 8100 million, do you think so?"

"Yes!" Chu Ang nodded and agreed.

In fact, he also saw Wei Yuanfeng's message in the V letter. However, seeing Mr. Cao personally felt that the hospital came to pick up the painting, he was not easy to shirk it, and Mr. Cao's price was also reasonable, so Chu Ang also had the opportunity to make a move. thought.

After all, in his opinion, Zhang Daqian's imitation of Shi Tao's landscape painting is not a mascot, it almost killed someone, it's unlucky!
"8100 million, wow, the anchor earned another 8100 million!"

"My heart has already been broken (broken) and I am shocked!"

"The goal the anchor just set was too small. I wanted to earn another 500 million and finally made up 1000 million. I didn't expect it to reach 8000 million!"

"Brothers, my heart can't take it anymore, and I feel like I'm throbbing too!"

"Brothers, how do you all make money! Woohoo..."

"In 98, the current deposit is 1000w, a house, three cars, a happy family, my wife is 69 years old, and the child is three years older than me!"

"Upstairs, you are a talented person. I like to make friends with talented people, so that we can have a common language when chatting. If you are added, please refuse!"

After a while, the transaction was successful. Chu Ang, Mr. Cao, and Zhao Pengcheng sat in the corridor of the hospital and started chatting with nothing to do.

"Brother Chu~"

At this moment, a girl shouted from a distance, the voice was clear and pleasant, and it was also mixed with surprise and expectation.

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(End of this chapter)