Farming Boy With A Magic Ring

0Wan Dong looked at it carefully for half an hour and finally threw the magnifying glass at the corner of the painting. " Oh my, my eyes are sore. I don't want to look anymore. There's nothing strange about this painting. It must be your own mood. Well, when I bought the first painting, just like you, I felt uneasy and excited. I fully believe that the painting I bought was authentic. I can understand your feelings. "    0

    

Yang Hsingchen handed him a cigarette, shook his head and said. " My mood is completely different from yours at that time. You bought it with the mindset of a genuine product, just like buying a lottery ticket. Whoever bought it would want to win the big prize. And I bought it purely because I wanted to play. I'll tell you the truth. I only felt that way when I touched the painting after I bought it."    

    

After saying that, he naturally glanced at the painting and actually exclaimed in surprise. He suddenly stood up and picked up the magnifying glass to take a look at the broken corner. He suddenly shouted excitedly, "Wow, Mr Wan, the oil painting inside is actually two-layered!"    

    

Wan Dong's hand shook and he quickly extinguished the cigarette and snatched it over. The more he looked at it, the more excited he became. Then, he opened the bag he had brought and took out five small bottles. Each bottle contained a different colored liquid. He poured half of the liquid in the five bottles into a large empty bottle and mixed it evenly. The liquid actually turned into a clear transparent liquid.    

    

Then, he took out a small brush from his bag and dipped it into the transparent liquid. He began to carefully wash it at the broken corner.    

    

One minute later, he washed away the two layers of painting that were stuck to him. He then asked Yang Hsingchen to pick up the corner of the painting. He picked up the transparent liquid and slowly dripped it into the gap of the painting.    

    

It took him more than half an hour to finish dripping half a bottle of liquid. Then he excitedly smoked a cigarette and waited for another five minutes. He shouted, It's time to witness a miracle.    

    

He grabbed the top layer of the painting and pulled it open. With a whoosh, the fake peach blossom temple peeled off and a picture of the wheat field crow appeared in front of them.    

    

"F * ck! I thought it was some good painting. It's actually such an ugly wheat field painting. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have exposed it. It's not as good as the fake peach blossom temple painting!" Yang Hsingchen had a bored look on his face.    

    

"You? You brat? What do you want me to say about you? This is a famous painting of Van Gogh! This is his last painting before he committed suicide, the wheat field crow! If it was real, then you really made it! The painting that was auctioned could be sold for 400 to 500 million. However, the various fees in the auction were too high, and there were even people suspected of hyping it up. If it's directly sold to the collector, it shouldn't be a problem to sell it for 200 million."    

    

" Oh, I forgot, kid, you don't lack money in the first place. Hanging it at home is called an outlandish! " Wan Dong's face was full of excitement and envy, even though he liked painting. This was Yang Hsingchen's. Of course, he was too embarrassed to have any ideas about this painting.    

    

"Don't. No wonder I feel uncomfortable when I touch it. So it was drawn by a guy who committed suicide. I don't want it! Mr Wan, get someone to verify it for me. If it's true... Ask who wants it, and sell it at a low price."    

    

With a gudong sound, Wan Dong swallowed a mouthful of saliva without hiding anything, "Brother, you really don't want it?"    

    

"Nonsense. It's not like I like collecting these things. He had originally planned to buy a festive painting and hang it at home. Good fellow. He actually bought a painting drawn by a suicidal fellow. What a unlucky fellow. No, no! Help me take care of it."    

    

"Hehe, then it's mine! I'll take it back and appraise it for Old Man Yan. If it's the real deal, bro, I'll agree to give it to me for 200 million!" Wan Dong's mouth was crooked from laughing.    

    

"Alright, then you can take it. But I don't think it can be fake. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to feel the uneasiness, excitement, and loneliness from it. Oh right, if it's true, don't always give me the card. Mm, at least give me a hundred million in cash."    

    

" What the hell? Why do you need so much cash?" Wan Dong was stunned.    

    

"Oh, I thought we were afraid of poverty. We can only feel at ease when we look at those colorful bills every day." Yang Hsingchen replied with a smile.    

    

"Tch, you are just bullshitting! You're a weirdo. Let's go, this older brother is treating. We'll leave after we eat. " Wan Dong put away the painting excitedly.    

    

He secretly made up his mind to run to Yang Hsingchen more often in the future when he had nothing to do. This guy was not only a godly doctor, he also had a natural inspiration for art. Today, he could pick up Van Gogh's paintings. Tomorrow, he might even pick up Tang Bohu's paintings. This fellow was a monster. Anything could happen to him. I have to hold him!    

    

After Yang Hsingchen and Wan Dong had their meal, they drove to a jade shop. They bought over twenty jade bracelets and twenty jade pendants and rings from the red jade, purple jade, and green jade. Although they bought so much, it didn't cost much. Because he didn't buy a good variety, he didn't even have the ingredients for the ice type. Almost all of them were bean green, not transparent at all.    

    

But Yang Hsingchen wasn't afraid. He had the spiritual water, so why would he be afraid of not being able to change it? He put all of them into the basin with the spiritual water and let them slowly soak in it.    

    

After returning home, not long after, the convoy had already transported the wood over.    

    

After dinner, Ling Nan was taking a bath. Yang Hsingchen went to the pile of wood and sprayed the wood with the river water that had been mixed with spirit water. The pile of wood immediately gave off a clear fragrance that made one's mind clear.    

    

"Aiya, I'm tired from this day. Quickly come over and massage my back." Just as she finished sprinkling the water and returned home, Ling Nan, who was wearing pajamas, started to massage her legs and neck again and cried out.    

    

Yang Hsingchen knew that she just went to work. After working for a day, of course she felt tired. He smiled and walked behind her. He secretly operated the Genuine Qi in his hands and massaged the acupuncture points behind her.    

    

"Wow, it's so comfortable! Oh, he used more strength. Mm, idiot, why are you using so much strength? Lightly, oh, it's too light. It's the main point, the main point is comfortable."    

    

" Please don't cheer like that, okay? When others hear it, they'll think that we're doing something! " Yang Hsingchen was speechless.    

    

"But I feel really comfortable! Wu... Um..."    

    

Five minutes later, there was no sound at all. Yang Hsingchen curiously stretched out his head to take a look. He fainted. This bastard actually fell asleep.    

    

Although it was the end of April now, the mountain region at night was still a little cold. Yang Hsingchen was afraid that she would freeze, so he gently picked her up. He gently carried her into her room and gently placed her on the bed. He took off her slippers and covered her with a blanket. Then, he gently closed the door and walked out.    

    

What he didn't see was that after he left, the beauty on the bed opened her eyes with a blissful expression. Then, with a blissful expression, she closed her eyes and fell asleep sweetly.