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Combined with Fang Yuan's usual character, it is no wonder that Luo Shui came to this conclusion. After all, this painting is only a few thousand yuan. For Fang Yuan's current wealth, a few thousand yuan is really not a big deal, so it's okay to give the picture to the old man directly.

When the old man heard this, he waved his hand and said, "How can this work? Although this is my painting, it has been wandering around in the market. Now it is yours. I have to ask for it for nothing, and it is very unreasonable, so I will buy it back."

"Xiao Luo, you misunderstood what I mean." Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "I won't sell this painting, nor will I give it away."

"Uh?" Luo Shuizhen was stunned: "Brother Fang, you..."

"I like this painting very much and plan to keep it myself." Fang Yuan also had a smile in his eyes: "Of course, it would be fine if the old man really wanted to bring the painting back, but you have to exchange it for something."

"Switch?" Luo Shui said in amazement and puzzled: "What should I use to exchange?"

Fang Yuan smiled and suddenly pointed at something in front of the old man: "I want this."

"What?" Luo Shui looked at it and saw that the old man wore a hanging ornament on his neck, a very simple and unpretentious hanging ornament tied with a tough red rope, and a small stone that was the size of a thumb head, with a little shiny luster.

After a closer look at Luoshui, he found that the small stone may be Yuhua stone, with a gentle and soft surface, oval-like surface, and a black and white silky texture that is faintly visible on the surface. However, these textures look messy, but there is no rule.

In short, in Luoshui's eyes, this Yuhua Stone is not a good product, it is just a very ordinary object.

However, at this moment, the old man seemed to be surprised. His long silver eyebrows trembled slightly, his turbid eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of light flashed.

"How is it?" At the same time, Fang Yuan smiled and said, "I'll use this painting to exchange for a small stone for you, it's fair."

The old man didn't say anything, just looked up and down at Fang Yuan, then shook his head gently and said, "How can this be fair? You know, my stone is a priceless treasure, and the difference is too far."

"Priceless treasure?" Luo Shui opened his eyes wide and felt very surprised. However, he was very smart. He suddenly realized that this matter might not be as simple as he imagined. He immediately knew the tactfulness and kept silent and sat down to see the development of the situation.

"Old man, this painting is not bad either." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "This is the relic of your old friend. After decades of friendship, can't you compare to a stone? Friendship is also priceless."

"That's a friendship." The old man suddenly turned his back and said angrily: "That old guy is not a good thing. He might as well die, so as to prevent him from continuing to harm the world. I know that he is dead, everyone celebrates with the whole world, I don't know how happy it is."

"Ah!" Luo Shui was shocked again. He glanced at the old man blankly, and his impression was completely overturned. The old man just said that this was the relics of his close friend, so why did he change his face in a blink of an eye?

"The young man is a good-hearted man, but he is too tender and easy to be deceived." At this time, the old man warned: "Don't believe whatever others say, you can easily suffer losses."

"As for you..." While speaking, the old man looked at Fang Yuan, and his eyes were also a little playful: "I haven't spoken much, but I know that I'm burying my head to eat and drink, and I almost ignored you."

Fang Yuan smiled and asked, "Old man, did you really paint this painting?"

"It was not my drawing." The old man hesitated and shook his head and changed his mouth: "But I didn't lie completely. This painting was indeed painted by a friend of mine more than 20 years ago in the South China Sea..."

Speaking of friends, the old man seemed a little lost, and then snorted: "But there was a bastard who relied on his side and snatched the painting away. As soon as he left, the painting disappeared. He didn't expect to meet me today."

A hint of excitement flashed through the old man's eyes, probably not lying.

"Or, old man, you didn't expect that this painting will become completely different from before twenty years." Fang Yuan added and chuckled, "Yes."

The old man ignored it and said carelessly: "Yes, it's been twenty years at least, so it's normal for a little change."

"It's not just a little change." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "The old man may not know that before I bought this painting, the painting was unfolded and hung on the wall in the middle of a shop. As for that shop, the door opened eastward and the door lintel was drilled. Whenever the sun rose, a ray of sunlight shone on the painting through the vent."

"According to the shop owner, this situation has lasted for several years." While speaking, Fang Yuan sighed lightly: "The east is red, the sun rises, the mountains are red, and the sun is amazing."

"Bang!" In an instant, the old man patted the table lightly and said in a deep voice: "Three million!"

"I said it, I won't sell it." Fang Yuan's smile was a bit cunning: "It's more fair to barter."

"Hmph." The old man's expression was a little bad: "Boy, don't you have any virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young? Who is your master, I will criticize him severely. Teach his apprenticeships, teach his skills but not the principles of being a human being, and mislead his children!"

While speaking, the old man glanced at Fang Yuan, trying to see if he was shy or angry. Whether he was shy or angry, as long as his emotions fluctuated, he could take advantage of the situation and chase him relentlessly.

But what disappointed the old man was that Fang Yuan was very calm and said calmly: "Old man, you are willing to spend three million to buy paintings, so you are reluctant to exchange them for stones?"

"Hmph, ask me knowingly." The old man said angrily: "Don't say three million, I can't buy this thing even if I multiply the number by ten."

While speaking, the old man stood up and waved his sleeves and said, "The young people nowadays are really greedy and have too much ambitions to continue talking. I remember you and look for your elders back."

After glaring at Fang Yuan, the old man left angrily, but what was strange was that he did not walk the spacious stairs in the middle, but went down from the narrow corridor on the side.

Seeing the old man's figure disappear, Luo Shui immediately turned to look at Fang Yuan, and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, are you not going to explain anything?"

"Oh, that old man should be a very powerful Feng Shui master." Fang Yuan said with a tweet voice: "Especially the small stone we wore is definitely the top magic weapon."

"Really?" Luo Shui's eyes lit up, and she was a little surprised, and then she reacted and said with a giggle and laughter: "Brother Fang, you know I don't want to ask this."

"Then what do you want to ask?" Fang Yuan pretended to be stupid.

Seeing this, Luo Shui simply said: "I want to ask about this painting. Didn't you say it's very ordinary and has no mystery? Why is the old man willing to spend three million to buy it?"

"That's because he's old and confused..." Fang Yuan wanted to make excuses, but when he saw Luo Shui's resentful eyes, he felt a chill and quickly explained: "You have heard it just now. This painting is shining with a ray of sunlight every day, and the rising sun is very consistent with the red sun in the painting. There is a natural subtle reaction between the two."

"To put it bluntly, this painting is unique and has taken away the essence of the sun, and naturally condenses the aura and transforms into a powerful magic weapon. The mountains and red suns are full of heroic spirits, with high ambitions and a bright future." Fang Yuan whispered: "In short, such things are very beneficial to the career of the officialdom and are the best magic weapon to urge officials to become noble."

"Encourage officials to become noble." Luo Shui's pupils immediately contracted slightly when he heard this. He was very smart and naturally knew that for people in the system, a suitable magic weapon for urcourage officials to become noble is very precious and hard to find.

Today, due to the general social environment, few people in the system dare to blatantly believe in Feng Shui, and some Feng Shui objects are definitely not placed openly in the office.

However, this picture of the red sun in the mountains is different. Although it is also a Feng Shui painting and a powerful Feng Shui magic weapon, outsiders don’t know it and will only treat it as an ordinary picture. Even if it is hung in a public office, no one can find any fault.

In other words, such things are simply the treasures they always dream of for those who need them. Not to mention three million, even if the price doubles, some people may willingly pay for them.

At this time, Luo Shui also understood a little, why the old man offered to pay 3 million, but Fang Yuan was not moved at all. If it were him, he probably wouldn't have done this thing that lost the big picture because of a small loss.

"Oh, I really don't know the gold and jade." Luo Shui sighed, feeling very ashamed.

"You are not a Feng Shui master, so it's normal that you can't recognize it." Fang Yuan comforted.

While speaking, a group of men in black suddenly walked upstairs downstairs, then looked around, as if they were looking for someone. They scattered around, searching tables and seats, searching while inquiring.

A moment later, someone came to Fang Yuan and Luoshui's seats and asked politely: "Two gentlemen, have you seen this old gentleman?"

When the man asked, he handed over a photo. Fang Yuan took a look and his expression was a bit weird. Because the one in the photo was exactly the old man who had just left.

At the same time, several people surrounded him. Obviously, they also knew from other people that the old man was sitting in this seat and chatting with Fang Yuan and Luoshui for a while.

"Two gentlemen, can you tell us where this old gentleman has gone?" asked one person, looking a little anxious.

"What are you looking for him?" Luo Shui's eyes were also a little wary.

"We are..." A person wanted to explain, but suddenly, someone shouted in surprise: "Xiaoshui, why are you here?"

Luo Shui was stunned, looked back, frowned and relaxed, and then smiled: "Uncle Ten, such a coincidence, you are here for breakfast too?"

Fang Yuan looked curiously and saw a middle-aged man with extraordinary demeanor coming.

"Xiaoshui, are you going home?" After the middle-aged man came over, he refused to mention looking for the old man. He just acted like an elder and smiled amiably, "Do you want me to ask someone to send you back?"
Chapter completed!