Peerless prodigal system

Chapter 158

Li Muzhi's face was stiff, he looked at Wu Liang coldly, and couldn't get angry.

He lost the charity auction for the first time, but he was not reconciled.

As long as he is allowed to find a chance, he will stand up and embarrass Wu Liang.

However, Wu Liang was no longer in the mood to compete with Li Mu, he still had to complete the tasks assigned by the system.

"800 million to buy a table mat, this task is really amazing."

Wu Liang had to complain about the weirdness of the system, but there are points to earn, so who cares.

Immediately afterwards, the auction began again.

This time, Wu Liang got a slightly thicker ancient painting as he wished, and won it for 800 million.

Wu Liang finally breathed a sigh of relief after winning this ancient painting in the auction.

"Hey, the table mat is here." Wu Liang let out a barbell-like laugh.

Although some people said that this ancient painting was a bit of a loss, Wu Liang felt that it didn't matter, he didn't care about the price,

As long as he can take it home as a table mat, the Shenhao system will quickly replenish the money he spent.

When the other onlookers saw this scene, they felt that their three views were about to be destroyed!

"Is this even okay? Spend 800 million just to buy an ancient painting as a table mat? Is this a deliberate pretense?"

"Whatever, it's not my money that was spent anyway, let this prodigal lose his fortune, and sooner or later he will go bankrupt!"

"Wu Liang is really annoying. Why come to an auction when he is so rich? He can just buy this place."

"Giving money to people like Wu Liang is pure waste. Even if you give him a mountain of gold, it will be empty."

It is not uncommon for rich people to be hated by the rich. Even Wu Liang didn't take it seriously when he heard these words of hating the rich.

In fact, there is a saying that he could have said: his money is inexhaustible. After eating one golden mountain, there is another one. Why does the Dang Shenhao system eat it?What the prodigal son lacks is the way of prodigal, not money!

Of course, Wu Liang decided not to hit the other party anymore so that the world would have one less depressed and unsuccessful person.

With the final word, Wu Liang also successfully completed the transaction.

Then, the mission rewards should be issued.

【Ding】

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task and getting 30 reward points]

【Ding】

[Congratulations to the host for the success of the routine, the young master of the Li family, and he was so deceived that he wanted to cry without tears, and got the second progress of the king of routines]

The routine was very successful this time, and Wu Liang was very pleased to have won the reward for the second progress of the "King of Routine".

He also wanted to thank Li Muzhi for his eagerness to win and revenge, otherwise, when Li Muzhi calmed down, he might not be able to succeed in the routine.

After successfully completing the two tasks, Wu Liang could finally take a breather, and half an hour had passed since the auction.

Liu Shan smiled and said, "Xiao Wu, why don't you resell that ancient painting of yours to me, and I will pay you the same price."

Wu Liang wondered, "Mr. Liu, since you can pay me the same price, why didn't you just bid with me directly?"

"As an antique obsessive, I have done some research on antique calligraphy and painting. I dare not call it the top three in the circle, but I can still rank in the top ten. To tell you the truth, although this painting is not worth 800 yuan now Ten million, but it will definitely increase in value in the future, if I mix it in again, some people will definitely think this ancient painting is good, everyone will compete together, and it will definitely not win without 1000 million."

Liu Shan originally had such small calculations, and it seems that he is already a veteran at the auction.

However, Wu Liang still didn't understand: "Since this ancient painting has room for appreciation, why don't those old guys sell it?"

As he spoke, Wu Liang pointed to Chen Boqing and the others.

"These old fellows have a big appetite. The real finale has not been served yet. It is impossible for them to squander the money they prepared prematurely. Moreover, your painting only has room for appreciation in my opinion, and it may not be able to enter those at all. The old guy's eyes, if you can get a world-shattering work like "The Picture of Eight Steeds", the old guys will definitely not be able to sit still."

Liu Shan explained to Wu Liang again.

Wu Liang shook his head lightly, "You seniors, you like to conspire, and you like to go around in circles. I'm so sorry!"

"Okay, Xiao Wu, you're still talking about us. Aren't you young people fighting openly and secretly? Speaking of which, you have a deep way of cheating people. Even a talent with a high IQ like Li Muzhi was cheated by you. It’s called playing conspiracy.”

Liu Shan was belittling on the surface, but he was actually praising Wu Liang.

"People can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes. If I don't play tricks, I will be the one who gets tricked. In fact, I just took advantage of Li Muzhi's aggressive and eager for quick success. Jiang Taigong fished, and those who wished to take the bait .”

In fact, Wu Liang is also very innocent, and Li Muzhi regards him as an imaginary enemy, so he can't sit still and wait for death.

If anyone wants to mess with him, then he will fuck him to death!

Liu Shan nodded in agreement.

"Xiao Wu, you are right. There are so many bidders, and there are many rich people, but Li Muzhi was the only one who got tricked. It can only be blamed on Li Muzhi wanting to steal your limelight."

Immediately, Liu Shan changed the topic again, and said with a smile: "I have said so many off-topic words, so will you give me this painting or not?"

"According to our strong relationship, I would definitely give it to you in normal times, and I wouldn't take your money, but today's situation is special, so I can't give it." Wu Liang shook his head with a smile.

"Xiao Wu, you just..." Liu Shan's eyes were sad, as if not painting for him would kill him.

"Mr. Liu, I really can't give it to you. I have to take it home and use it as a table mat."

Wu Liang's attitude is very firm. If this painting is not taken home as a table mat, then the system will lower the penalty.

Hearing that Wu Liang really wanted to take home the ancient painting as a table mat, Liu Shan was about to die of anger.

"Xiao...Xiao Wu, do you really want to take it home as a table mat? Isn't what you said during the auction just to pretend to show off your wealth?" Liu Shan was extremely surprised.

"Pretend to show off your wealth? Am I so bored? Forcibly pretend, I don't need it." Wu Liang said truthfully.

"So, you also want to use that Jinlan feather coat as a rag?" Liu Shan was skeptical.

"Yes, dishcloth." Wu Liang replied.

"Don't use Jinlan Yuyi as a rag, sell it to me." Liu Shan came up with the idea of ​​Jinlan Yuyi again.

"That's not acceptable." Wu Liang said with a smile.

"Xiao Wu, you are trying to piss me off!" Liu Shan was burning with anxiety.

During the conversation, the next auction collection has been brought over.

This is a pair of Taishi chairs made of Hainan huanghuali wood.

Immediately, Liu Shan stopped chattering, but closed the chatter box in time, his eyes were shining brightly.

"Look, this is the finale collection of this charity auction!"

Liu Shan looked at the pair of yellow rosewood chairs with hot eyes.

In addition to Liu Shan, the old men sitting with Chen Boqing were also full of energy. Holding their reading glasses with both hands, they stared at the pair of yellow rosewood chairs on the stage not far away, as if they could see the chairs. Flowers come.

"Those old guys waited all night for this stuff?" Wu Liang yawned.

Without the prodigal mission, Wu Liang couldn't cheer up.

If at this time, Wu Liang had already hugged Song Qianqian and exchanged life under the covers, he must have been very energetic at that time.

Liu Shan shook his head vigorously, and sighed: "Xiao Wu, you young people may not like ancient furniture very much. For those of us who are over half a century old, it is very proud to own a high-quality Hainan yellow rosewood chair. One thing that is very gratifying is that the Taishi chair is the only chair named after an official position in ancient furniture. It was originally an official chair, a symbol of power and status, and it is a pursuit for literati. Those of us who have been engaged in antique calligraphy and painting all the year round You can be regarded as half a literati, who doesn't want to sit in a grand teacher's chair?"

"Since you want to sit, you can just find someone to do it." Wu Liang is not a literati, and he has no pursuit or preference in this regard.

He would rather sit on a soft and comfortable leather sofa than sit on a grand chair that hurts his butt.

Liu Shan shook his head and sighed: "How can the ready-made Hainan huanghuali wood Taishi chair handed down from the Ming Dynasty be more distinguished? This is a rare treasure that is hard to find!"

"You want to make a move?" Wu Liang asked.

"I would like to make a move, but unfortunately it may not be as I wish. There are too many competitors!" Liu Shan sighed.

"How many digits?" Wu Liang asked again.

"Nine digits." Liu Shan replied with a serious face and frowning.

"Nine figures are not low. For those old guys, they have spent all their savings. Are they not afraid of fakes?" Wu Liang asked.

Liu Shan shook his head and said, "How could there be fakes in the charity auction? Besides, even if there were fakes, those cunning old monsters wouldn't be able to spot them?"

"Not necessarily."

Wu Liang smiled lightly.