C7 Success!

The seventh chapter was a success.

After Yang Bo was overjoyed, he was a little surprised. He knew that this painting might not even reach his hands.

Grandet Guo stared at the painting in front of him for a long time. Finally, he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man, "Sorry, I don't understand this painting. You should go to another house to look at it!"

The middle-aged man was full of shock, "How could this be? Boss, take a look again. This is an heirloom of my family!"

Grandet Guo waved his hand, "It's lunchtime now. You have to be faster. Otherwise, the boss might go out for lunch and waste your time."

The middle-aged man sighed and put away the painting. He turned around and walked out.

Just as Yang Bo was about to say something to persuade him to stay, he heard Grandet Guo sigh and say, "What a messy story. The stories in this profession can't be listened to. What son with leukemia, father with heart disease, they are all fake! Did you notice that the clothes on the person just now were torn and dirty, but the skin on his neck and arms were white. This person must have lived a comfortable life and did not work hard! The clothes should have been prepared long ago. He is really not professional!"

Yang Bo was full of shock, "Then, is it also because of this reason that you judged the other party's painting to be fake?"

"That's right. I didn't see anything wrong with the painting in his hand. Did he think that a crippled painting was so easy to find? At the very least, he is one of the Four Monks of Qing Dynasty. A single painting is worth hundreds of thousands. Who is he to be able to get it?"

Grandet Guo grumbled as he took out a box of rice and said in shock, "Yang Bo, you actually bought a ten yuan box of rice today? Don't you save money?"

At this time, Yang Bo did not think about this anymore. He turned around and ran out, "Boss, you eat first. I have something to do outside. I might come back later!"

Grandet Guo shouted, "Where are you going? Don't forget to come back to work in the afternoon. I still have things to do in the afternoon!"

"Okay, I should be back soon!"

...

Yang Bo stood in front of the door and looked around. He did not know which direction that person had gone in, but he thought that he should be heading in the direction of the antique shop. Yang Bo walked towards the next antique shop.

The nearest antique shop was the Ancient Gambling Hall. When Yang Bo rushed over, he saw that person chatting with Jia Huairen from afar. Yang Bo hesitated for a moment, but did not step in. He wanted to rob the shop. If he entered the shop, it would be unreasonable. He could only wait patiently in front of the door.

Not long after, the middle-aged man walked out with disappointment. He spat out from the door and cursed, "A bunch of idiots. Why is my stuff not good? All of you are pretending. When I become rich, all of you will still beg me to buy these broken things!"

The middle-aged man walked forward with his head lowered. Suddenly, he saw Yang Bo standing in front of him. He felt that he was familiar. He remembered that this was the shop assistant from the shop just now. Thinking about what he had said, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Yang Bo pretended not to hear him and walked over. "Your painting is sold?"

"No." The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but then he felt a sense of hope. After all, Yang Bo had chased him here, so it was very likely that he regretted the previous shop and wanted to buy his painting. This made him feel a little proud.

Yang Bo obviously knew what the other party was thinking. He smiled and said, "Can you show me the painting first?"

"It's the same if I go to your shop." The man said.

"No, you misunderstood my meaning. I paid for this painting myself. I didn't buy it from the shop. Do you understand what I mean?" Yang Bo said.

The middle-aged man was stunned, but then he smiled. "This is interesting. You are just a shop assistant. How can you take out a few hundred thousand yuan?"

Yang Bo shook his head. "How much is your painting worth? We need to discuss it first. It won't be too late to discuss the price after that!"

The middle-aged man had also visited many shops, but he had been driven out. Now that he had met an idiot, he felt happy. Even if Yang Bo did not say how much money he could take out, he should still have some money. He was also willing to talk to Yang Bo. "Alright, let's find a teahouse to have a good talk!"

Yang Bo was not willing to go to a nearby teahouse, afraid that he would meet an acquaintance. He shook his head and said, "There is no need for a teahouse. Show me the painting first. Let's discuss the price later. I believe that we are both straightforward people!"

The middle-aged man did not say anything more and took out a painting.

Yang Bo took a look and the circle quickly formed. He put away the painting. "A wise man does not speak in the dark. Because of my family, I have been in the circle since I was young. I can tell a lot of things with a glance. You don't have to emphasize the story. This painting is not as valuable as you think. Otherwise, it would not have been rejected by so many stores."

Yang Bo considered his words and spoke slowly, "Name a price. We can discuss it!"

The middle-aged man was a little hesitant. He had been rejected again and again. It was true that he was not confident, but Yang Bo could not completely trust him. After all, he was a young man. His psychological price was already lowered. Now that he had woken up from his panic, he did not have many chances. He could not give up so easily. "You should be the one to name the price!"

Yang Bo smiled. "Five hundred yuan!"

The middle-aged man put the painting into a long red box. "Goodbye, I won't see you out."

Yang Bo was not in a hurry. He looked over with a smile.

The middle-aged man took two steps forward and turned around again. "Five hundred yuan is not enough for my cost. It has to be at least two hundred thousand!"

Yang Bo was unwilling to give up this opportunity. He could not agree to the sky-high price of two hundred thousand yuan. He could only raise it a little. "One thousand yuan!"

"Little brother, since you are chasing after me, you must be optimistic. If it is still this price, I will really leave this time!" The middle-aged man threatened.

Yang Bo was slightly suspicious, "I can give you a good price, but you can't ask for too much. We both have some sincerity, and the deal can only be made!"

"Alright, I want 50,000 yuan! Not a cent less!" The middle-aged man said.

Yang Bo was suddenly shocked. He only had 50,000 yuan in his card and had not touched it yet. Could it be that the other party knew the money in his pocket? "No, only 30,000!"

"Fifty thousand, not a cent less! Don't forget, I can also go to your boss to trade!" The middle-aged man threatened.

Yang Bo could not help but frown. The two of them had always been standing outside the Ancient Gambling Hall. At this time, Lee Ling suddenly walked out and saw the two of them. He suddenly asked, "Yang Bo, why are you here?"

Yang Bo raised his head, "It's fine, I'll come back to see you later!"

Yang Bo did not want the matter to be exposed, so he could only whisper, "Alright, 50,000 is 50,000! Follow me, we'll go to the bank to transfer the money!"

"Lee Ling, I'll be leaving first. Come back later!"

After saying that loudly, Yang Bo turned around and left. He felt a little regretful in his heart. He should have changed places earlier, but the tea at the teahouse was only worth a few dozen yuan. This was something he was unwilling to do!

Chapter 12 – The Gambling House