"Officer Miao, what are you doing here?"

Upon seeing the girl, Wang Bin couldn't help but blurt out.

Yes, the girl in front of him looked exactly like Officer Miao, to the point that he was a little flustered.

"My surname isn't Miao, it's Li. Besides, your pickup line is too old-fashioned, you should come up with something else!"

Upon hearing Wang Bin's words, Officer Li frowned, assuming that Wang Bin was a lecherous womanizer who was lusting after her beauty.

To avoid suspicion, she wasn't wearing her police uniform, but rather a dark green dress. This dress made Officer Li look exceptionally elegant, and any man who saw her would be captivated.

After Officer Li pointed this out, Wang Bin took a closer look and realized that although Officer Li and Officer Miao from the post-apocalyptic world looked very similar, they had very different temperaments.

In the post-apocalyptic world, Officer Miao possesses a more mature and feminine charm, while also being more formidable. Although Officer Li in front of her has a good demeanor, he lacks the experience of facing life and death, and compared to Officer Miao, he still appears somewhat inexperienced.

Realizing he had misunderstood, and that the other person seemed to dislike him, Wang Bin stopped talking and made a fool of himself.

After the boss invited Officer Li to sit down at the octagonal table, he first greeted Officer Li and then greeted Wang Bin with a smile.

"May I ask how this gentleman is addressed?"

"My surname is Wang."

"Oh, Mr. Wang, how is my tea?"

"Good tea! But I'm not here to drink tea. I'd like to buy a piece of calligraphy or painting. Do you have any pieces with high collectible value?"

"You've come to the right person. This place specializes in selling calligraphy and paintings, and I have quite a collection of rare items on the second floor. Shall I show you some?"

"Manager Liu, we agreed beforehand that I get to choose your calligraphy and paintings first!" Officer Li, who was sitting next to him, couldn't sit still any longer.

"Ah, that's easy, that's easy. We have lots of calligraphy and paintings here, take your time choosing!"

Manager Liu chuckled and took the key into a private room on the second floor. As soon as he went in, the waiter hurriedly followed and whispered in Manager Liu's ear, "Boss, the guy outside is definitely a big pig!"

"Okay, I understand, you'll get your share!"

"Thank you, boss!"

"Hurry up and go out to greet the guests!"

"yes!"

Soon the waiter came out and stood beside Wang Bin and Officer Li to serve them.

After Wang Bin's agility attribute reached 80 points, his hearing became exceptional. Even though the two were speaking very softly, Wang Bin could still hear them clearly.

Hearing their conversation, he realized he'd been taken advantage of. He chuckled inwardly, thinking how true the saying "a trade is like a mountain" really is. His simple words and actions had allowed the other party to see through him. If it weren't for his exceptional hearing, he probably would have been fleeced again. If he'd bought a genuine product, that would be fine; but if he'd spent a fortune on a fake, he'd be at a huge loss.

Now that they know what the other party is thinking, they've misjudged the situation.

Not long after, Manager Liu came out with three paintings and calligraphies. Just as he was about to put them on the table, Officer Li snatched them away.

"Ouch, Officer Li, be gentle! These are priceless treasures, you'll ruin them..."

"I'll pay for it if you break it!"

Before Manager Liu could finish speaking, Officer Li interrupted him, saying that rich people are not to be trifled with.

Wang Bin could tell at a glance that Officer Li came from a wealthy family, but he didn't care at all. He was now a rich man himself, and all the money was his own, unlike some people who sponge off their parents.

Officer Li unfolded the three paintings one by one and began to examine them carefully. After a while, she noticed that Wang Bin was quietly drinking his tea and hadn't even glanced at her. She thought to herself, "You're smart enough to know your place."

It took Officer Li more than ten minutes to finish looking at the three paintings.

Appreciating a painting can easily take anywhere from ten minutes to an hour, something Manager Liu is already used to. But Wang Bin is different; he knows absolutely nothing about this field. It would be quite boring for him to sit there alone for over ten minutes. Luckily, Officer Li had already finished appreciating the painting; otherwise, he probably would have fallen asleep.

Officer Li casually and roughly tossed one of the paintings aside, much to the distress of Shopkeeper Liu.

"Manager Liu, I've been learning calligraphy and painting from my grandfather since I was a child. Although I don't have his skills, I can still appraise ordinary calligraphy and paintings without any problem. Your Spring Outing painting is obviously a forgery by a later generation!"

"Ah! Officer Li, you can't just say things like that!"

Although Manager Liu knew in his heart that Officer Li was telling the truth, he would never admit that the calligraphy and paintings he was selling were fakes.

What angered Manager Liu the most was that there was another customer nearby. "You've made it so clear, how am I supposed to rip off someone else?" But he couldn't say it out loud, so Manager Liu was really suffering inside.

Officer Li examined the remaining two paintings and calligraphy works for a while and said, "Both of these are genuine, but this bamboo painting by Zheng Banqiao has a higher collection value. Manager Liu, I'll take this one. Name your price."

Upon hearing this, Manager Liu smiled broadly and said, "Officer Li, this calligraphy and painting is a treasure of Zheng Banqiao, and its price is not low!"

Officer Li raised an eyebrow and said impatiently, "I know the price isn't low, and I know the market rate. Name your price!"

Officer Li's meaning was quite clear: I am very interested in this painting, but I also know the market price. Don't try to rip me off, or I won't take it.

Shopkeeper Liu was most afraid of people like Officer Li. If it were an amateur, he could use his silver tongue to confuse the other party, but Officer Li was knowledgeable and made his point clear from the start, not giving him a chance to praise the painting or calligraphy, and he couldn't ask for too high a price.

"Alright, since Officer Li is so agreeable, then I'll say it: this bamboo painting by Zheng Banqiao is worth eight million."

Wang Bin was shocked when he heard the price of eight million. Although he knew that paintings by famous ancient figures were very valuable, he was surprised that a small bamboo painting would cost eight million.

"Manager Liu, you're being dishonest. This painting may indeed be by Zheng Banqiao, but how can something this small be worth eight million!"

Wang Bin, who was listening nearby, learned something new: it turns out that famous artists price their paintings according to their size.

Officer Li immediately saw through the painting's value, which greatly displeased Manager Liu. There was no need to haggle with someone knowledgeable about art, but he also didn't want to sell this painting by Zheng Banqiao, which he had worked so hard to acquire, so easily.

"Oh, Officer Li, these days Zheng Banqiao's paintings are becoming increasingly rare. I finally managed to acquire this one. Why don't you add a little more to it?"

"Alright, then seven million it is, that's the most I can do!" Officer Li thought for a moment. The market price of this painting was only a little over five million, so adding another million wouldn't matter.

Upon hearing Officer Li announce the price of seven million, Manager Liu was overjoyed and was about to say "deal" when Wang Bin, who was standing next to him, spoke up.

"Eight million, I'll take it!"