Fatty Chen saw the unexpected turn of events, and Long Yi actually didn't know how to proceed even after being reminded by Master Wan. It was too easy for him to get the two million.

"Now, Mr. Chen will examine the painting first." Mr. Wan handed the painting to Fatty Chen.

Fatty Chen took the calligraphy and painting from Mr. Wan's hand with great joy. He first pretended to frown and looked at the painting carefully, then turned the painting over and showed it to the onlookers.

The purpose is to let people around see it clearly, so that Long Yi will not be able to deny it.

"Tsk tsk... This painting is obviously fake at first glance. It's simply garbage among fakes!"

"I don't know who gave Mr. Long the courage to bet two million with Boss Chen using this kind of junk!"

"Maybe two million is just a drop in the bucket for them. I, Liu, wish Mr. Chen a happy two million in advance!"

"Old Chen, remember to treat me to a meal after you win money!"

Fatty Chen was overjoyed at the crowd's reactions, having perfectly achieved his desired effect. He put away his painting, clasped his fists, and said, "Everyone, I'm hosting a banquet at Hongxing Tower tonight. Please come and give me some honor."

Then he looked at Long Yi and said hypocritically, "If Mr. Long is dissatisfied, you can tell us the mystery of this painting. Anyway, we are too blind to see it."

Long Yi took the painting and ignored Fatty Chen's sarcasm. He began to dismantle the cylindrical wooden axis at the top of the painting in an orderly manner.

"Mr. Long, do you think there's a layer inside this painting? I advise you not to waste your energy. If there is a layer, this painting can't be so thin."

Fatty Chen folded his arms across his chest and looked at Long Yi with a mocking expression. Fatty Chen had been tinkering with antiques for over twenty years, and had handled countless antiques.

He didn't believe that a silly boy who looked like an antique idiot could come up with any tricks!

Old Master Wan was watching Long Yi's movements with great interest. Perhaps Long Yi was not as carried away by passion as he had thought before.

As Long Yi removed the wooden axis from the painting, his hands' movements became slower.

"Mr. Long, you'd better stop struggling. It will make everyone embarrassed. Let me remind you that this scroll is not something rare. It's just ordinary modern wood painted with ancient lacquer." Fatty Chen put his fat face in front of Long Yi and continued chattering.

"Open!" Long Yi said softly.

The Xuantian true energy in his body accurately shook the wooden shaft into a pile of sawdust without damaging the objects inside at all.

As the sawdust settled, Long Yi now had a painting with an extremely exquisite appearance in his hand.

Fatty Chen was shocked and looked incredulous. He actually had this trick!

"Oh my god! I've been in this antique world for over a decade and have seen paintings within paintings, but this is the first time I've seen a painting hidden within a scroll!"

"It looks like Fatty Chen is in trouble this time. The painting in that young man's hand is obviously not an ordinary one just by looking at its appearance!"

The people around were talking about it and were shocked!

Fatty Chen muttered, "Humph! So what if there's something fishy going on? Who knows if it's a lie?"

Mr. Wan snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with Fatty Chen's attitude, "Hmph! Boss Chen, I will check the authenticity of the painting myself!"

After saying that, Mr. Wan carefully unfolded the scroll after obtaining Long Yi's consent. After all, it was the first time he had seen a painting hidden in a scroll like this.

"Hiss!" Everyone present gasped when the scroll unfolded.

"This is... 'Eighty-Seven Immortals' by the painting master Wu Daozi!" Grandpa Wan's expression was almost frantic, his eyes fixed on the painting with intense intensity. Honestly, in all his years in the antique world, he hadn't lost his composure like this in ages.

Long Yi also looked at the slowly unfolding scroll. The dark brown silk surface was painted with vigorous and powerful brushwork full of charm, and bright and lively lines, depicting eighty-seven immortals.

"I have the honor to appreciate this painting today. I feel that my life in this world is not in vain and I have no regrets!" Mr. Wan couldn't let it go and sighed sincerely.

Fatty Chen seemed to have been struck by lightning and his soul had left his body. He stood there in a daze, his face pale.

The crowd watching also burst into exclamations, and someone boldly asked Master Wan, "Master Wan, how much is this painting worth?"

When Mr. Wan heard this, his goatee trembled with rage. "This is a treasure! How dare you insult it with worldly finances? It's priceless!"

The outcome of this bet is now decided!

Fatty Chen wanted to slap himself in the face. Such a priceless thing slipped away from his hands for nothing. He would have to pay a 2 million bet later. He regretted it so much that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Boss Chen, this Scroll of Eighty-Seven Immortals is definitely worth more than one hundred thousand. Who won this bet?" Long Yi asked knowingly, looking at Fatty Chen with a joking expression.

"This...this..." Fatty Chen's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He couldn't accept the fact that he had lost 2 million.

Mr. Wan stared at Fatty Chen with a bad look, "Looking at Boss Chen's expression, are you planning to default on your debt?"

Mr. Wan's words were as heavy as a thousand pounds to Fatty Chen. He knew that if he dared to say no, he would never be able to leave the Treasure Garden today.

He gritted his teeth, his heart trembling as he transferred two million to Long Yi.

Long Yi smiled as he looked at the text message notification that two million had arrived.

It would be a bastard if he didn't make money even if he had it, let alone making ill-gotten gains from such a bastard, which made Long Yi smile from ear to ear.

Old Master Wan reluctantly returned the painting to Long Yi, and with a slightly pleading tone, he said to Long Yi, "My dear Long, I'm not asking you to sell me this priceless treasure. I just want you to let me visit your home occasionally to admire it."

Long Yi laughed inwardly after hearing the old man's words. This old man Wan was really an antique enthusiast. He didn't want to offend the old man, so he immediately agreed.

"Whenever Mr. Wan wants to see it, feel free to contact me."

After saying goodbye to Mr. Wan, Long Yi put the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" back on the black cloth and walked out of the treasure garden.

Wan Shuang and Wan Xue saw Long Yi leave and stuck out their tongues at Grandpa, "Grandpa, let's go and walk around with Brother Yi for a while and come back to see you in the evening."

Long Yi had just taken a few steps when he was sandwiched between the sisters Wan Shuang and Wan Xue who had rushed over.

"Why are you coming to my place if you're not going to accompany grandpa?"

Wan Xue looked at Long Yi with a smile and said coquettishly, "Grandpa can accompany me anytime, but seeing Brother Yi is harder than climbing to the sky."

"So we sisters must not let go of the fat sheep that is right in front of us... No, it's Brother Yi." After revealing her true thoughts, Wan Shuang quickly changed her words, her face flushed.

After the two sisters finished speaking, they seemed to be angry and both wanted to get closer to Long Yi.

Long Yi felt the softness coming from his arms on both sides, and silently repeated in his heart more than ten times: "Color is emptiness..."

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