Chapter 1322 [1322] Have you ever repented for what you did when you were young?

Ye Feng was too lazy to decipher the content on it, he just saw that the signature at the end was Wu Changshuo.

During this period, he also learned a lot about the antique world. He knew that Wu Changshuo was a modern calligrapher and his works were also very popular in the antique market. It was said that the highest price he had sold was four or five million.

"Old sir? This calligraphy should have been written by a calligrapher from China, right? Have you ever been to China?" He looked at the old man calmly.

When the old man heard the word "China", his eyes suddenly lit up, "I have been there, when I was young, and this calligraphy was brought back from that time."

Ye Feng stared at him for a while, "When you were young? Did you go to China to do business?"

"Doing business? Haha..." The old man turned his head and looked at him, his eyes suddenly became sharp, "I'm going to kill someone."

His eyes were a little scary. Ye Feng was fine, but Xia Qiu next to him was so scared that he took a step back.

Ye Feng hurriedly helped her up, then stared at the old man intently, "When did you go to China?"

The old man showed a slightly evil smile on his face, as if he was recalling the glorious years, "Eighty-five years ago, I followed the troops and set foot on the land of China for the first time..."

Ye Feng and Xia Qiu's expressions changed at the same time.

Every Chinese knows what happened next.

That is the eternal pain in the hearts of all Chinese people.

The hatred in Xia Qiu's eyes could not be concealed, and he was about to speak.

But Ye Feng took the lead and asked, "Have you ever repented for what you did when you were young?"

"Repent? Why should we repent?" The old man turned his head and looked at him, his expression a little excited. "Everything we do is for the country."

"You can enjoy the prosperity of the island nation today, it's all our credit, why should we repent?"

Ye Feng sneered, "You are doing this for your own country, but why do you want to pass the disaster on to other countries? How is this different from animals?"

The old man said as a matter of course: "Humans are beasts. Without the constraints of the law, humans will be more cruel than beasts."

"Only the strong deserve to survive in this world. For the weak to survive is a kind of luck, not a necessity."

Ye Feng suppressed the turmoil in his heart and exhaled, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk about business."

"I like this yard very much. How much do you want?"

The old man stared at him for a long while, then suddenly shook his head, "I won't sell it anymore."

Ye Feng frowned immediately, "Why?"

"Because I don't like you and don't want you to live in my yard, is this an okay reason?" The old man stared at him unhappily.

"Of course, this yard is yours. If you don't want to sell it, no one can force you to do it." Ye Feng said, and suddenly walked to the calligraphy. "Since you don't want to sell the yard, what about this calligraphy? I like it too. Name a price."

"Are there still young people in the island country who like these things?" The old man was a little surprised.

"Everyone has their own preferences. I usually like to collect some calligraphy and paintings, but I wonder if you are willing to give them up?" He continued to stare at the old man.

"As far as I know, the calligraphy and paintings of this calligrapher are not cheap. If you want them, take them for 10 million island dollars." The old man immediately quoted a price.

Ye Feng secretly calculated that 10 million island currency was equivalent to about 500,000 Chinese currency.

"Okay, I'll buy it." He nodded in agreement.

Xia Qiu on the side suddenly widened his eyes.

Ye Feng didn't spend too much money on the things he bought before, and this was the biggest expense today. The old man was also a little confused. He had just casually quoted a price and was waiting for the other party to bargain, but he didn't expect the young man to agree immediately.

"Are you really willing to spend 10 million island dollars to buy this calligraphy?" He was afraid that the other party didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it again.

"Yes." Ye Feng gave an affirmative answer.

"Why?" The old man was still a little confused.

"As for the reason, I can only tell you after the deal is done." Ye Feng deliberately kept it a secret.

The old man frowned and thought for a moment, then finally nodded, "Okay."

Both parties signed the transaction contract immediately and put their fingerprints on it.

Ye Feng also transferred 10 million island currency to him on the spot, and the transaction was completed.

"Can you tell me the reason now?" The old man still hasn't forgotten this incident.

Ye Feng smiled faintly, turned around and took down the calligraphy from the wall, "Do you have a pair of scissors at home?"

The old man pushed his wheelchair to a cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a pair of scissors. "What do you want the scissors for?"

Ye Feng did not answer him immediately. After taking the scissors, he directly poked a hole in the words and then lightly scratched it.

This calligraphy, which cost him 10 million island dollars, was destroyed by him with a pair of scissors.

"You...what are you doing?" The old man was suddenly shocked.

Even Xia Qiu, who was standing by, was shocked. How could someone be so wasteful? The calligraphy he bought for more than 500,000 Chinese yuan was wasted like this?
Ye Feng did not answer, but tore the words completely apart.

The old man took a closer look and discovered that there was actually a painting hidden in the interlayer of the calligraphy.

It was a landscape painting. He couldn't understand what it was about. He only noticed the signature of the painting - Tang Yin!
"Tang Yin? Tang Yin? Could it be..."

Xia Qiu didn't react at first. He repeated it twice in a low voice, then suddenly realized something and was stunned.

Tang Bohu, this is actually Tang Bohu’s painting?
"Who is Tang Yin? Is he famous?"

The old man was obviously not familiar with this well-known talent in China, and immediately asked.

Ye Feng took out the landscape painting from the interlayer and admired it with satisfaction. "Tang Yin is a great talent in China. He is a household name in China. Especially his works, which have been very popular in the antique market in recent years. There was once a painting called "Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu" that was sold at a sky-high price of 3.6 billion Chinese yuan."

The old man was so shocked that he was speechless. It took him a while to recover. "3.6 billion Chinese yuan, it's really unbelievable. So, this painting is also priceless?"

Ye Feng nodded without hesitation, "Although this painting is not as good as the "Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu", it is also a rare masterpiece, at least worth... 300 million Chinese yuan. It is roughly equivalent to 500 to 600 million island yuan."

When the old man heard this, he hurriedly covered his heart with his hands and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"Five or six billion island currencies? You...you actually tricked me?"

Although he is now nearly a hundred years old, he still attaches great importance to money.

This painting had just been sold for 10 million island dollars, and he felt that he had made a huge profit.

He didn't expect that the young man could make a net profit of fifty or sixty times just by cutting the money with a pair of scissors. This was hard for him to accept.

But what if he doesn't accept it? The contract has been signed and the money has been transferred. Even if the case is brought to court, it will be useless.

(End of this chapter)