"Oh, Mr. Murong." Youmeng understood the smile on the ground and gave a polite greeting, "Are you interested in this painting?"

He lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, with a little reserved: "It is true that although the beauty of a gentleman in becoming a man does not win over others' love, this painting is indeed a rare masterpiece in the world."

Youmeng thought for a while: "So since that's the case, just follow the rules mentioned by the owner. Whoever has the higher price?"

Murong Yanyue smiled to show her acquiescence, and the owner of the museum happily came forward to preside over the overall situation: "Then please ask the two young masters to give each valuation. If it can be higher than the lowest price, whoever has a higher price will belong to this painting, how about it?"

At this time, Murong suggested: "To be fair, please help the owner prepare some paper and pen, and we will write down the estimates separately."

The owner of the museum nodded and asked the attendant to put paper and pen on the two desks. Youmeng and Murong Yanyue stood on one side, spread their hands and invited him, "Two young men, the pen and ink are here, please bid."

Murong seemed to have made a decision and quickly finished writing. Youmeng held the pen and pondered for a while before finally finishing her writing.

At the signing of the owner, they faced each other and raised the paper in their hands to each other, and could see the price they wrote. When his eyes were frozen on Murong's elegant handwriting, he remained calm and calm, but Youmeng was immediately stunned. The onlookers around him also exclaimed in surprise. The owner's expression was the most surprised, because the estimates on the paper of the two of them were exactly the same, all of which were clear and eye-catching.

Two hundred taels!

Are these two people...are they in tune with each other?

"What?!" Tang Wenshan said in disbelief, "Two hundred taels? Do you have any vision? This broken painting is worth two hundred taels?" You must know that he is a famous talent in Luoyang City, and his calligraphy and painting are barely close to this number.

"I said it is worth 200 taels, but it is worth 200 taels." Youmeng's eyes refreshed from his face, "Maybe the painter will become famous all over the world in the future, and his paintings will appreciate to a sky-high price. No thousand taels or ten thousand taels of gold can be bought!"

Murong Fengdu smiled: "Yes, in the eyes of people who don't know anything, it is naturally worthless, but in the eyes of people who are close friends, it is a priceless treasure." The latter sentence he said at Youmeng, which sounds meaningless.

Tang Wenshan sneered: "Ha, there are still fools like you who are ignorant and conceited in the world!"

"Owner, have we underestimated it?" Youmeng didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, but couldn't help but urged her side, "Let's reveal the lowest price and show us."

"What a wonder! What a wonder! Two young masters, this is really amazing!" The owner sighed in surprise and lifted off the red cloth on the wooden table beside the painting. "The reserve price marked by Mr. Ye Yu for this painting is 200 taels, no more or less!"

"Ouch!..." The voices around him instantly boiled.

There is such a coincidence in the world. The valuation of the base price is quite good. Not only does the seller and buyer have an extremely accurate appreciation of this painting, but they also have to have a tacit understanding like Boya Ziqi, with a mountain and flowing water.

Then the situation is a bit embarrassing. Youmeng and Murong both bid 200 taels and both hit the lowest price. Who is qualified to take it away?

The two looked at each other, and Murong's lips rose charmingly: "We all like this painting, and we have estimated the same price, and it seems that we are destined to be destined."

Youmeng was thinking about whether he had to increase the price on the basis of 200 taels? It was not that he was afraid that the price would be raised and he could not afford it, but that he was unwilling to accept that the price difference would be high, and he had to swallow half of the price. He thought about it and felt that it was a loss...

Seeing the entanglement between her eyebrows and eyes, Murong's eyes turned, and immediately understood her thoughts and said calmly: "I think this is better, let me pay the two hundred taels, buy this painting, and give it to this young master, just treat it as making friends?"

Youmeng was stunned before he could see that he was about to refuse, but Murong smiled calmly: "We are happy so we don't have to make things difficult for the owner."

Youmeng felt embarrassed when she met by chance, and lowered her head and whispered: "How can you be so embarrassed?"

But Murong no longer cared about her, and put a ingot of gold on the desk and took the painting from the owner of the museum.

He took the painting and carefully rolled it together and handed it to Youmeng: "Youdao is a good horse with a good saddle. You are extraordinary in character and can match the elegant charm of this painting."

This man is really good at speaking. Youmeng was praised by him and couldn't help feeling a little calm. He didn't care about it and took the painting into his hand in a dizzy way. He didn't forget to thank him until he came back to his senses.

Murong suddenly thought: "Have you asked for advice yet, your honor is the name?"

"I..." Youmeng was about to say it, but his tongue was tied. It was really inconvenient to tell him. Thinking of his title of "Chu Yue", he pretended to say, "My surname is Chu, and there is a saying in the world that "Nan Ke Yimeng" is called "Nan Ke". "

"Young Master Chu, I'm lucky to meet you." Murong Yi nodded, "I still have important tasks today and I won't stay for a long time. If you come to Luli Hall often in the future, you and I will have the chance to get together again, so I will say goodbye."

He bowed and said goodbye, and Youmeng watched him leave. Seeing that he was quite graceful, majestic, and so generous, Youmeng hugged the painting in her arms, she felt that she had a greater likeness for this person.

Murong Yanyue completely disappeared from her sight.

When he walked out of Luliguan, walked through the street, walked outside the carriage on the side of the road, and raised his eyes again, the gentle and elegant smiles on his face had disappeared, and were replaced by a gloomy, like the darkness of ice and snow.

Feng Lang asked for the next instructions: "How, young master?"

"Inquiry for me." He said coldly, as if he was not emotional, but was enough to be intimidating. He recalled the last look on the painting, the seal in the corner, "Who, who sells paintings in Luli Pavilion, check where he came from."

"yes."

Feng Lang responded and opened the car door and sat in. Under the cover of the curtain, no one could see it. The man in the car looked cold and reached out to his ears, slowly peeling off a human skin mask, and then revealing his original one-

That handsome and flawless face.
Chapter completed!