Seven...70 million??

Even if it is calculated based on the lowest price of Zhang Daqian's previous works, if it is ten times more, it will be 700 million?

Seven hundred million!

Yang He was already scared at this time, his old face was as pale as paper, and he was completely desperate when he was spread on the ground.

He even sold his Babao Pavilion, which wasn't worth 700 million.

Until now, Yang He finally understood why Ye Fan kept saying that he could not afford to pay.

This is true. Although he has been in the antique business for so many years, he has made some profits. He only has tens of millions of dollars in deposits. Even if he sells the store, he will only earn 100 million yuan.

Even if he sells his money, he can't afford Ye Fan 700 million.

Seeing Yang He's old face, Ye Fan immediately smiled and looked at him condescendingly: "What's wrong with Boss Yang? Didn't you look arrogant just now?"

"Why did you go directly to the stall?"

"I can't just try to delay time."

"That's not possible. I'm still in a hurry. We are willing to accept the loss. We should calculate the 700 million account as soon as possible."

"Did you think about it, how can you pay?"

"I support Alipay, WeChat transfer, and cash."

"Of course, I really can't make up enough, so I can pay for the house deposit."

Ye Fan imitated Yang He's appearance just now and smiled faintly. However, he returned all the ridicule Yang He had before him.

"I...I..." Facing Ye Fan's words, Yang He was spread on the ground, his face as ugly as if he had eaten Rexiang.

At this time, his old face turned red and he was almost ashamed. The corners of his lips were trembling, and he was screaming like a rooster, but after a long time he couldn't say a word.

He had wanted to get some money from Ye Fan to make up for today's losses, but he never expected that this would end in the end.

Not only did he not get the money, but he also paid 700 million yuan. Now he even lost all his old face!

Today, this is a big deal.

Not only is he disgraced, but he may have become a joke in the antique industry in the future.

However, just when Yang He was ashamed and didn't know how to end, his son Yang Wei walked out and cursed to Ye Fan directly: "Seven hundred million, you guy dare to ask for it?"

"You are blackmailing!"

"We Babao Pavilion doesn't owe you, why should we give you money?"

"You keep saying that my father owes you 700 million yuan. Do you have any evidence? Are there any IOUs?"

"I just want to get 700 million from us, it's just a delusion!"

"There is also this painting, which is collected by my father. It belongs to our Babao Pavilion and has nothing to do with you."

Yang Wei obviously wanted to make money and started cheating.

While speaking, Ye Fan would not let him succeed.

He took the painting into his arms one step ahead.

Then, Ye Fan ignored Yang Wei and looked at Yang He: "Boss Yang, what do you mean? Could it be that you want to cheat and refuse to admit it?"

"The bet just now is witnessed by those who are sitting."

"President Gu is also a witness."

"Didn't Boss Yang keep saying that he operates honestly and is based on sincerity?"

"Could it be that Boss Yang is planning to smash the Babao Pavilion's signature for a hundred years?"

Ye Fan's teasing laughter continued to ring.

The rich people watching around also turned to Ye Fan to speak.

"Yes, Boss Yang, a real man is willing to accept the loss. If you are not responsible for your debt, it will be a bit disgusting."

"If it is spread in the future, can you still be able to open the Eight Treasure Pavilion?"

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"Boss Yang, the signboard of Babao Pavilion for a hundred years. Are you really going to smash it?"

"Are you worthy of your ancestors?"

.........

"Boss Yang, you must be honest in your life."

"Otherwise, who will look down on you in the future?"

The people around them were talking and talking, and they were all people who were not interested in watching the fun. At this time, they were all talking like they were watching jokes.

Gu Longen also looked at Yang He and said in a deep voice: "Yang He, I am willing to accept the loss. Since you lost to the young gentleman, you should take out the bet as agreed."

"What's more, the young man has already made a name for you and only priced this painting at 70 million. You should know that this painting imitating Su Shi's "Dry Wood and Strange Stone Picture" starts at least 100 million yuan. According to the real value, you will lose not 700 million yuan, but more than one billion yuan."

"I~"

Gu Longen's words made Yang He's face undoubtedly paler when he was spread on the ground like a dog, his whole body trembling, and he almost cried.

At this time, Yang He was full of regret. He never expected that a worthless broken painting would eventually become a treasure worth over 100 million yuan. What made Yang He vomit blood was that a bet that thought would only be one million yuan to die, but in the end it turned out to be a big bet of up to 100 million yuan, and it was his own loss.

If he had known this, he would have beaten to death before and wouldn't praise the kind of seaguard?

Now Yang He can be said to have lost his wife and soldiers, and he is determined to die!

But in the end, Yang He had no choice but to bow his head and admit his fate, look at Ye Fan with sadness, and said ashamed: "This gentleman, it was indeed me, Yang He, just now, I saw someone with a dog's eyes. This time, I admit my fate."

"But, I really can't get it for 700 million."

"Even if I sell the entire Babao Pavilion, I really can't make up so much money."

"But don't worry, sir, I, Yang He, recognize this debt."

"I just hope that the young man will give me some time to slowly raise the money and pay it back!"

"If you can't pay it back for ten years, then twenty years, thirty years."

"I'm dead, so let my son and grandson continue to return it!"

"As long as my Babao Pavilion's signature is still there, we will never blame this debt."

"There are three million in this card, which is all the money I can take out now, just treat it as my first payment for my husband."

"Once you have money in the future, you will continue to pay it back!"

Yang He said in a deep voice, even though he was bleeding in his heart, he still gritted his teeth and gave the bank card to Ye Fan.

After all, I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. What's more, if Yang He wants to continue to hang out in the antique industry, he will not be able to rely on the debt, let alone dare not rely on the debt!

Yang He's reaction surprised Ye Fan slightly.

He thought that Yang He would cheat like his son.

"I didn't expect that Boss Yang is also a bloody man."

"Forget it, get up."

"I just joked to you, that 700 million won't have to give you. If you really feel guilty, donate more money and do more good deeds on weekdays."

Ye Fan didn't really want Yang He to fulfill his bet and pay the 700 million yuan. He just wanted to scare him and teach him a lesson.

After all, Yang He was in trouble today. The things he collected tens of millions of dollars eventually became defective. He sold the paintings worth hundreds of millions of dollars in just 25. These two things alone were probably enough to make Yang He collapse. If he was asked to carry hundreds of millions of dollars in debt, he wouldn't have to jump off the building tomorrow?

"Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie~"

"In the future, the young man will be my benefactor of Yang He, and he will be reborn as a parent!"

Yang He cried, and was grateful to Ye Fan, so he almost called him dad.

He had already accepted his fate, but who would have thought that if the turn of things happened, Ye Fan said he would not have it.

Happiness came too suddenly, and Yang He was of course excited.

Ye Fan didn't say anything more, but just advised Yang He to be a calm person and a kind person in the future.

Less snobbery and a little more calm.

Then, Ye Fan picked up the painting, turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, the rich people onlookers quickly stepped forward to stop him, and they smiled flatteringly: "Mr. I wonder if you intend to sell the painting. I will buy yours for 70 million yuan, and you can transfer cash, and you can pay the house book!"

"Mr. Wang, are you treating the young gentleman as a fool? President Gu said that this painting is worth 100 million, and you want to buy it for 70 million? It's so insincere. Mr. Xiao. I'll give you 100 million, and I'll collect this painting."

"One hundred million? This painting was more than one hundred million three years ago."

"Sir, I will pay 130 million and sell it to me!"

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"I paid 140 million, plus a villa in Jianghai, the provincial capital!"

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"Sell it to me, I'll pay 150 million~"

After a while, these rich men were already quarreling, one shouting higher than the other, and one shouting louder than the other, and they were even worse than the other.

Listening to the bidding price of hundreds of millions in front of him, Yang He next to him was already in tears, and he felt very distressed.

He sold more than 100 million things to 250 million?

He used to mock Ye Fan for being 25, but now it seems that he is the real 25!

At this time, Yang He's intestines were already regretful.

But there was no way, the rules were placed here, and the painting had been bought by Ye Fan and the invoice was called. Even if he regretted it, it would be too late.

Until now, Yang He finally understood why Ye Fan had to buy it with money and even issued an invoice.
Chapter completed!