"Yes, uncle, can I see your piece of wood?" Nan Yiran asked with a smile.

"Hey, this is a piece of burnt peach wood. You can take a look at it if you want." He Yongsheng handed the peach wood directly to Nan Yiran.

As soon as Nan Yiran took over the piece of wood, he felt the heavy pressure of heaven coming towards him.

Sure enough.

"Uncle, I like this wood very much. How much do you want to sell it for?"

He Yongsheng was stunned for a moment.

He thought the little girl was just curious. He bumped into someone when he entered the store just now. Now it was okay if someone wanted to take a look. He didn't expect that the little girl wanted to buy the wood.

"Little girl, you heard it just now. This guy said that this piece of wood is just burnt peach wood and is not worth much."

"Uncle, I want it. Please give me a price."

"To tell you the truth, this is the fifth store I've asked about. They all say it's burnt peach wood and it's worthless. If you really want it, give me a hundred yuan and take it away."

This time it was Nan Yiran's turn to be stunned.

In this human world, has the thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood become so worthless?

It only sells for a hundred yuan.

She was also worried that she didn't have enough money, so she planned to borrow some from Fu Lu. The young master of the Fu family would always have more money than herself.

Thousands of years of lightning strikes wood. If you miss it, it will be too difficult to find another piece.

It's just suitable for making a mahogany sword. You can use it directly when encountering some evil spirits in the future.

"Uncle, this wood may be of no use to others, but it is a very good thing for me. How about this, can I give you 100,000? I only have 80,000 with me, and I can replenish the remaining 20,000 for you later, okay? If you Don’t worry, this is my student ID card, I can keep it with you.”

Nan Yiran took out his K college student ID card from his bag.

He Yongsheng's first reaction was that the little girl was quite beautiful, but why was her brain so weak?

She only wanted one hundred yuan, but she counter-offered one hundred thousand yuan.

This piece of wood was inherited from the family, and it looked like it had been burned. There was no way it was worth a hundred thousand.

At first, he thought it would be good to sell it for ten thousand, but he didn't expect that this little girl directly increased it tenfold for him.

"Little girl, you heard wrong. I only want one hundred yuan for this wood, not one hundred thousand." He Yongsheng reminded Nan Yiran again, for fear that the little girl had heard the wrong price.

"No, uncle, this wood is worth far more than 100,000 in my eyes. Unfortunately, I can only get so much money now."

He Yongsheng looked at the little girl in front of him with a faint smile on his face. His beautiful phoenix eyes were calm, sober and calm. With the student ID card in her hand, she didn't look like she was joking with him.

"Do you really want to spend 100,000 yuan to buy this piece of wood?" He Yongsheng asked again with confusion in his eyes.

"Yes, I will transfer 80,000 yuan to you now." Nan Yiran immediately took out her mobile phone to transfer the money.

It wasn't until He Yongsheng looked at the 80,000 yuan that had just arrived on his phone that he realized that all this was true.

Eighty thousand!

He Yongsheng was a little overwhelmed.

A week ago, his son suddenly fell unconscious after returning home from fishing with his friends, and his body exuded a fishy stench.

He was sent to the village health center and county hospital for treatment, but to no avail.

Finally, he was transferred to Imperial Hospital, where he was required to pay a hospitalization deposit of 10,000 yuan.

But how could he, an honest farmer who makes a living by farming, get so much money?

I have already spent a lot of money treating my child at home. Now I have to spend a lot of money on travel and accommodation expenses when I come to the imperial capital. The money I have saved so hard over the years has bottomed out.

He couldn't come up with 10,000 yuan for a while, so he thought of selling the piece of wood handed down from his ancestors.

Not to mention 100,000, now I have these 80,000. After paying the 10,000 to the hospital, I still have 70,000 left. I can renovate the old house at home, and my son's marriage has been settled.

He Yongsheng's hands were trembling slightly: "Little girl, I believe in you. There is no need to deposit your student ID card. You don't have to rush to give me the money. You can give it to me whenever you have money."

"Okay, uncle, let me add your contact information so that I can transfer the remaining money to you."

At this time, the clerk's gloomy voice came: "Little girl, I kindly remind you that this thing is worthless, so don't be deceived."

All these transactions took place at the entrance of Wenzhaifang. There were no customers in the store, so the clerk came out to watch the excitement and saw Nan Yiran spending 100,000 yuan to buy this piece of broken wood.

The clerk's name is Zhang Defei, the nephew of Dong Linyi, the owner of Wenzhaifang. He came to the store to look after his uncle when he couldn't find a suitable job after graduating from college.

After visiting the store for a long time, I naturally learned a lot of art appraisal skills from Dong Linyi. The items he has appraised have not been faulty so far.

It feels like a slap in the face when someone buys a piece of junk that I don't like for one hundred thousand dollars.

As soon as Zhang Defei said this, He Yongsheng's face turned slightly red. It was good for someone to buy his things, but he also felt like he was cheating the little girl.

He looked at Nan Yiran: "Little girl, is this a little too much money? If you think about it again, I can refund the money to you."

"Uncle, this is my voluntary purchase and has nothing to do with anyone else. Just take the money with peace of mind."

"Hey, uncle, thank you. You really helped me a lot." He Yongsheng was so excited that his eyes were slightly red.

"Uncle, you're welcome. If you need anything, please contact me. I'll take the wood away."

Nan Yiran wrapped the wood casually and prepared to go out to wait for Fu Lu at the gate of Panyuan.

A middle-aged man's voice came out: "This little friend, please wait a moment."

Nan Yiran followed the sound and saw a man in his forties or fifties, wearing a blue Tang suit and gold-rimmed glasses, walking towards her.

Seeing the man, Zhang Defei went up to him and called "uncle".

Dong Linyi ignored Zhang Defei and stood in front of Nan Yiran with a smile:

"Little friend, can you let me see this piece of wood?"

"No." Nan Yiran refused without even thinking.

The man in front of him looks smiling and kind, but if you look closely, he has a high forehead, sunken mountain roots, scattered eyebrows, and a kind face but a cruel heart.

Nan Yiran didn't want to deal with such a person at all.

After being rejected, Dong Linyi was not angry, but still smiled and said: "Little friend, if I read it correctly, this piece of wood in your hand is lightning strike wood, and it is not very young, it must be more than a hundred years old."

Zhang Defei became anxious when he heard this: "Uncle, I looked carefully just now. It's just a burnt piece of peach wood, a piece of waste wood."

"Shut up, you're not good at learning, and you're not modest. Didn't I tell you to call me to come and look at the items you're not sure about? You're not making your own decisions."

"But..." Zhang Defei still wanted to defend himself, but Dong Linyi glared at him and shut up, staring at Nan Yiran fiercely.

"Let's do this, little friend, you set a price and sell me this lightning strike wood."

"Not for sale."

"I'll pay 150,000."

"Not for sale."

"Two hundred thousand."

"Not for sale."

"Half a million."

Zhang Defei's eyes widened.

Half a million!

He has been coming to the store for several years, but he has never seen his uncle receive anything worth more than half a million yuan.

Why does my uncle want to pay a high price of half a million yuan for this broken piece of wood?

Thinking of his uncle's reputation in the field of literary and art appraisal, Zhang Defei began to feel that he might have really made a mistake.

After Nan Yira said "no sale" for the fourth time, the smile on Dong Linyi's face became a little unsteady, and his tone gradually became unkind.

"My little friend, how many years am I older than you? I am worthy of being your elder. I would like to advise you that you should know how to stop being greedy and not be too greedy."

"Uncle, don't tell her, this wood is not hers, it belongs to this uncle." Zhang Defei's words attracted everyone's attention to He Yongsheng.

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