Offer a Price

Wang Gu's complexion changed drastically when he saw the three people. After covering the calligraphy and the painting, he snarled, "I have said many times that I will not sell my shop. And just yesterday, my old man had personally given the shop away, it's useless for you to find me."

This was said but no answer was heard.

He glanced at the three people and found that Wu Sanri who was standing at the forefront, had his body trembling slightly.

As for the two young people behind, namely Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng, their eyes were even brighter.

"Old man Wang, where did your calligraphy and painting come from? They look really good…" Wu Sanri was also unambiguous, and after meeting Wang Gu's eyes, he spoke immediately.

Wang Gu was very vigilant like a young lady being hit on, "You don't need to know this."

"Ahem!" Wu Sanri coughed twice, "Old man Wang, I sell antiques, all of the antiques such as calligraphies and paintings have been studied by me very deeply, I'm not inferior to those experts. In my opinion, these two works are very similar to Wang Xizhi's works. Could it be that you have imitated his work? Then it's all fake…"

"Yes, is it really Wang Xizhi's work?" Zhang Qitian hurriedly interjected.

"The old man Wang is really awesome; your strength is incomparable." Pan Shengcheng also began to praise.

However, when they said this, their hearts were completely different.

It must be known they came to the Ancient Town this time for Wang Xizhi's tomb. During this time, they had made enough preparations, and they had done deep research on Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.

The calligraphy and painting that Wang Gu placed at the door were too similar to those of Wang Xizhi. This kind of small gallery had such calligraphy and painting, which was too unusual.

When the three of them spoke, they were all horrified, 'Could it be that Wang Xizhi's tomb has been dug up, so these were dug out?'

"The real thing is indeed the real thing, and if I have that kind of copying skill, how can I still paint?!" Although the three of them were unkind, they were literate people. After hearing their appreciation, Wang Gu said proudly.

Wu Sanri frowned, a little puzzled, and tried again, "Old man Wang, what are you hiding... Is it possible that you are still afraid that we will steal your things? How about this, our shop sells antiques, you can sell this calligraphy and painting to me, the price is easy to say."

Wang Gu was full of disdain. What he wanted was a sense of identity, not money, and he immediately sneered, "No matter how much money you pay... this is the most precious collection of our store! It was handed down by my ancestors... Let me tell you, don't mess around, you won't be able to pay for it if it is damaged."

Ancestor? Passed down? Wang Xizhi?

After listening to Wang Gu, Wu Sanri was overjoyed.

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and Wang Gu's simple words revealed too much information.

First of all, he let Wu Sanri confirm that there was an ancient tomb in his courtyard, and it had not been discovered. The most important thing was that there was no need to deal with these two old men, they already gifted this gallery to another person.

"Old man Wang, it's okay if you don't sell it. Since it's not authentic, it must not be worth a lot of money. Then, tell me who is this gallery for? Is it okay for me to ask him to buy the gallery from him?" Wu Sanri sharpened his fists.

"Here..." After listening to Wu Sanri, Wang Gu thought that there would be one less trouble. He tilted his head and pointed at Ye Bei who was sitting at the table inside the gallery.

Wu Sanri, Zhang Qitian, and Pan Shengcheng all looked at the gallery together.

When they saw a teenager in a white gown sitting at the table, they all frowned.

"Old man Wang, are you kidding? This shop is given away to him? How much did he spend?" Wu Sanri couldn't.

Just after Wu Sanri's words fell, Ye Bei's voice came out faintly, "The shop, it is indeed mine, and I also know the reason why you three came here."

Huh?

Wu Sanri's complexion changed suddenly.

Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng also trembled abruptly, secretly saying that it was not good, that things might have been revealed.

As for Wang Gu, his face revealed an inexplicable look.

"Who are you?" Wu Sanri's voice was a little uncomfortable, and he felt strange.

Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng who reacted also stared at Ye Bei as if they were demonstrating their momentum and threatening with their looks.

"Come in." Ye Bei looked indifferently, sitting at the table, he calmly said.

The three looked at each other and said in unison, "Go!"

Squeak...

When the three of them entered the gallery, the door closed automatically with a creak.

Wang Gu thought it was Wu Sanri who closed it, so he didn't care.

However, Wu Sanri thought it was closed by Wang Gu and he was even less aware of it.

In the gallery, the walls were full of beautiful paintings and other antiques which were full of artistic flavor.

But these three entered here didn't mean to appreciate it at all. Especially Wu Sanri, his expression became more and more gloomy, "Little brother, no matter what the hell you are doing, I just want to know how much you spent to get this shop. Right, I'll double it... Our antique shop needs to expand, so this is the most suitable place."

"If you are wise, you should sell it." Zhang Qitian folded his arms on his chest.

Pan Shengcheng also threatened, "Yes, little brother, looking at your face, I am afraid that you are not from the Ancient Town. The water here is very deep, if you are not careful, you may be drowned, and no one will give you a helping hand…"

The voices of the three people resounded in the gallery, making the surrounding air a lot colder.

The atmosphere fell silent in an instant.

At this moment, Ye Bei's gaze did not rest on them at all, his gaze was wandering into the sky, lost in thought.

Although Ye Bei looked very young, he exuded an aura of extreme majesty. Seeing this, the three of them did not dare to bother for a while and could only stand in the gallery, looking at each other.

For a long time, Ye Bei returned to his senses and said softly, "You guys, what is your purpose?"

"20 million, I will buy this shop completely, and all the paintings in it!" Wu Sanri's body shook, and when Ye Bei finally spoke, he spoke quickly without daring to be vague at all.

"Not for sale!" Ye Bei shook his head, his eyes faint.

"25 million!" Wu Sanri increased the price.

On the side, Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng wanted to threaten, but when they looked at Ye Bei's calm appearance, they couldn't speak at all.

"Not for sale!" Ye Bei shook his head again, vomiting softly in his mouth.

"30 million!" Wu Sanri clenched his teeth. He was betting that there was a tomb under the gallery.

It's just at this moment, he didn't realize that money had no meaning for Ye Bei. Of course, there were not many things that interest Ye Bei in this world either.

The deceased in the reincarnation of red dust counted as one.

This place... the tomb under the gallery... was also considered one. After all, what was hidden in it was something from a thousand years ago. If the time as too long, if he could see the old thing again, it was also a kind of fate.

Seeing Ye Bei did not answer, Wu Sanri thought that Ye Bei had refused, and when he was about to increase the price, Ye Bei spoke quietly.

"The tomb can be given to you, but don't make too much noise!" This sentence was calm and extremely soft. It was a good thing that there were three people who came forward as free labor to open the cemetery.

But Wu Sanri, Zhang Qitian, and Pan Shengcheng thought that something was wrong. When they heard this, their eyes widened, and they were overjoyed with endless shock.

'Give us the things in the tomb? Could it be that this person already knows everything?'