Before Wang Bin could turn around, the shopkeeper couldn't sit still any longer and suddenly stood up from the stool.

The moment he opened his mouth, he knew he was at a disadvantage in this negotiation. But he didn't want to miss out on seeing Zheng Banqiao's genuine work, so he decided that it was okay to earn a little less.

Once you acquire Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and paintings, you can rip off any particularly desirable pieces at a hefty price. Moreover, once others know that you have Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and paintings here, it will definitely attract many regular customers.

Even if these regular customers don't want to buy, as long as they come to his place, they are potential customers.

In their line of work, it's not an exaggeration to say that they can go three years without business, but then make enough to last them three years. If they manage to find a lucky find, they could make several times, or even tens of thousands of times, their initial investment. Of course, they also have their share of bad luck, which can result in losses of several times their initial investment or even bankruptcy.

Upon hearing the shopkeeper quote three million, Wang Bin sneered inwardly. "I spent ten million to buy it. You think you can buy it back for three million? You must be dreaming."

Seeing Wang Bin's disdainful look, the shopkeeper guessed that Wang Bin might have known about the market, and gritted his teeth and said, "How about I give you five million?"

"It's nothing special. I spent ten million to buy this Zheng Banqiao calligraphy and painting!" Wang Bin saw greed on the shopkeeper's face and told him the truth in order to dissuade him from buying his calligraphy and painting.

"What? Ten million? Who sold it to you? Tell me, and I'll go and give them a piece of my mind. This is outrageous! It's true that this calligraphy and painting is by Zheng Banqiao, but its market value is at most six million!"

Hearing the shopkeeper's words, Wang Bin was certain that he had bought a genuine Zheng Banqiao piece. Although the market price was only six million, and he had spent four million more, he felt it was worth it!

Firstly, he doesn't know anything about art. If he were to buy it himself, he probably wouldn't be able to buy a genuine piece even if he spent a hundred million, especially since it's a masterpiece.

Besides, it's my master's 70th birthday, so it's worth it no matter how expensive it is!

This is just like when he first came out of the apocalypse, he immediately transferred one million to each of You Hongfei and Li Xingping as soon as he had money. He felt that You Hongfei and Li Xingping were good enough to him, and their friendship was worth one million.

Wang Bin is that kind of person. Perhaps he was a little selfish at times during the apocalypse, but his selfishness was for Officer Miao and the others. In his eyes, they were his family.

Wang Bin ignored the shopkeeper and the waiter. He had achieved his goal and didn't want to linger there. He was really busy and had many things to do.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw Wang Bin walk out of the shop, he immediately took out his WeChat, edited a message, and sent it out.

The owners of the antique shops on the street spontaneously formed an antique alliance. Everyone who sells antiques on this street has joined this group, and many rumors and gossips come from here.

Manager Liu made over five million yuan today and was feeling quite pleased with himself. He was sitting on the second floor drinking tea when his phone chimed with a new WeChat message.

Upon opening the package, he immediately spat out the tea in his mouth. He had seen a message from Manager Zhang in the group chat, revealing that he had just sold Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy for ten million. Although Manager Zhang didn't know who had sold it, he had been furious in the group chat, calling the person who sold the calligraphy and paintings a huge swindler—wasn't this just selling himself out?!

The group, which was originally quiet, suddenly erupted in chaos after seeing the message from Manager Zhang. Everyone was asking who sold it and demanding that a large red envelope be sent.

Seeing the message in the group, Manager Liu's lips twitched, and he cursed inwardly, "Manager Zhang, you son of a bitch, don't think I don't know. The blue and white porcelain that sold for 20 million last time was your doing! You just won't admit it, and now you're cursing me!"

He couldn't say that, because as soon as he did, everyone would know that he was the one who sold the calligraphy and paintings. He figured that as soon as the news got out, these people would come to him in a group to treat him to a meal and also ask him to give them red envelopes.

After thinking for a while, Manager Liu gritted his teeth and posted a message in the group: "Who sold it? Hurry up and send out red envelopes!"

After sending the message, I quickly tossed my phone aside.

After leaving the antique shop, Wang Bin immediately stored the calligraphy and painting in his system space. It would be a huge loss if such an expensive piece of calligraphy and painting were damaged.

He went home first, put the calligraphy and paintings in a safe, changed his clothes, and then drove to the workshop. When he talked to Xiao Kai on the phone yesterday, Xiao Kai said that the cameras and barbed wire had been installed, and he wanted to see how the special forces had set up the security.

Soon Wang Bin drove to the workshop, where Li Xingping was also there. He was leading three veteran craftsmen in discussing how to set up the place and what equipment to add.

As soon as Xiao Kai saw Wang Bin coming, he quickly opened the door and let him in. Once Wang Bin was inside, he immediately closed the door again.

As soon as Wang Bin parked his car, Xiao Kai came over and opened the car door for him.

"Brother Xiao, you don't need to do things like opening car doors. You just need to be responsible for the security here!"

"OK!"

Xiao Kai would never have tried to please others like this before, but these past two days he had personally witnessed Wang Bin's genuine kindness towards him, and after learning many of Wang Bin's deeds from Li Xingping, he greatly admired Wang Bin. So as soon as he entered, he sincerely went to open the car door for Wang Bin.

"Show me the security measures you've set up!"

"Okay, boss, this way please!"

"Don't call me 'boss,' just call me Wang Bin!"

"This isn't a good idea!"

"What's wrong with that? It's settled then. From now on, you can just call me Wang Bin!"

"Ah! How about this, when we're not around, I'll call you Wang Bin, but when we're in a group, I'll still call you Boss!"

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