"It seems that I'm not punishing me if I want to toast?" Hao Xiaoqiang clenched his fists, and was actually preparing to punch Long Junchen directly on the back of the head.

"Cough!" Mo Yibai coughed dryly, and used his eyes to signal Hao Xiaoqiang to be quieter, "That brother Jun Chen, I'm here this time to talk to you calmly."

"Talk? Strangely, and negotiate with me calmly?" Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and a joke appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When Mo Yibai saw Long Junchen's cynical appearance, he really wanted to throw his punch on the latter's face. However, due to this painting worth hundreds of millions, he still held it back for the time being.

Mo Yibai smiled and said, "Brother Jun Chen, look, you don't have half of your paintings?"

"Divid you half? Why?" Long Junchen found it ridiculous. Are these people's brains made of feces? They came to the door for no reason and asked themselves to divide the hundreds of millions of paintings into half.

"Just because I am the branch president of the National Treasure Appraisal Guild, I will tell you that if you don't cooperate with me, I will make all your paintings worthless, and you will even go to jail because of the cost of making a fake!"

Mo Yibai licked his lips, and without shyness, he said straight to the point.

"Haha, you bully the weak, have fallacies and are so righteous. You are really a branch president who is inferior to beasts, hahaha!" Long Junchen put his hands behind him and looked at Mo Yibai with disdain.

I thought to myself, Xu Yicheng, Xu Yicheng, if you have the time to cultivate such an apprentice, it is better to feed a pig.

Mo Yibai's face darkened when he heard Long Junchen's sarcastic words, but he knew that things like human hearts would not shed tears without seeing the coffin.

Mo Yibai didn't expect Long Junchen to agree so easily, so he was prepared.

"Brother Jun Chen, I know, you are either reluctant to give up on these paintings, you just think that the money is not enough, right?"

Long Junchen felt speechless again, but he felt that Mo Yibai seemed to have something in his words, so he showed an interesting expression on his face.

Mo Yibai gritted his teeth and said coldly: "In this way, give me all your paintings. I will let some of my subordinates copy them all overnight. Then I will come forward to make the decision that these paintings of yours are real paintings, and you will still sell them for money."

While carefully observing Long Junchen's expression, Mo Yibai continued to say, "At that time, I can still use my identity to promote it for you. In this way, your paintings can be sold better, and you will not lose at all, how about it?"

Long Junchen looked at Mo Yibai and smiled bitterly in his heart. This guy really knows how to make a wishful thinking. He doesn't pay a penny, wraps up all the real paintings, and makes some fake paintings for himself. Even if he really makes a decision for him to say that it is a real painting, the real valuable things are already in his hands.

Besides, according to Mo Yibai's personality, he will definitely not make a decision for you. He will probably get the real painting and give it to Long Junchen to fake paintings. Finally, he directly reported that Long Junchen made fakes and sold fakes. That would be a killing kill. If Long Junchen really agreed, he would probably not know how he died.

When Mo Yibai saw that Long Junchen was a little hesitant, he felt secretly happy, probably there was a chance.

He immediately stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Everyone is a one-time deal, I wish us a happy cooperation."

Long Junchen did not hold Mo Yibai's stretched out hand, narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "The way is different, I don't plan for each other, please go back."

"Don't be shameless!" Hao Xiaoqiang shouted angrily. Mo Yibai was so humble. The boy was still proud of his nobleness. His cow eyes, which were like copper bells, stared at Long Junchen tightly.

This time, Mo Yibai's face looked a little ugly. No matter how he said that, he was the branch president of the National Treasure Appraisal Guild. Not to mention a small shop owner, or the entire art city, everyone had to bow down to Chen Chen when he shouted.

"Long Junchen, what do you mean is to fuck me?" Mo Yibai's eyes were gloomy, like the dark fire from hell.

"You want to go against me. I just do my business peacefully and don't want to make enemies with others." Long Junchen only felt that the person in front of me was like a mentally retarded.

I thought I was the best in the world, but the King of Ten Thousand Dragons had seen too many times and was unwilling to talk nonsense to them.

"Okay! OK! OK!" Mo Yibai suppressed the anger in his heart, pointed at Long Junchen's nose and said three "Okay".

"Wait for me! Xiaoqiang, let's go!" After refuting his harsh words, Mo Yibai stared at Long Junchen gloomyly and turned and left.

"I've messed with our boss! I'll have you so much to eat!" Hao Xiaoqiang also spoke viciously and followed Mo Yibai.

Long Junchen looked at the two people who disappeared in the night with pity and murmured: "If you have a way in heaven, you won't go, if you have no way in hell, you will come!"

While saying that, Long Junchen called his fifth uncle Long Kewu, "Hey, Uncle Wu?"

"Jun Chen, what's the matter?"

"Help me monitor the guy who went out, named Mo Yibai, and then check the details for me." Long Junchen gave a few more instructions, then hung up the phone.

Long Junchen locked the door of the shop and walked back towards Situ Lingling's house.

"Lingling? Are you not asleep yet?" When I got home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Situ Lingling was sitting on the head of the bed and reading a book. The title seemed to be "Wild Humans".

"You haven't come back yet, how can I sleep?" Situ Lingling made a rare joke, and Long Junchen also grinned.

When Situ Lingling smiled, her curved willow eyebrows were like black eyebrows, which made her feel pity for life.

Long Junchen stepped forward, rubbed the latter's head docilely under Situ Lingling's coquettish pink fist, then threw down Situ Lingling, picked up the changed clothes and went into the bathroom.

After taking a hot bath, Long Junchen also climbed onto his own small bed. Situ Lingling saw that Long Junchen had covered the quilt, so she closed the book and turned off the lamp.

After midnight, Long Junchen's cell phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID was Uncle Wu, which is Long Kewu.

Long Junchen was shocked and he was instantly sleepy.

Chapter 14 Long Junchen's trap

He turned over and got up from the bed. After confirming that Situ Lingling had not woken up, he walked to the living room outside with a cold light flashing in his eyes, he gently closed the door and answered the phone.

"Hey, Jun Chen?" Uncle Wu's voice rang out from the other end of the phone, with a hint of anxiety.

"Yes, Uncle Wu, it's me, what's wrong?" Long Junchen's voice was still plain, his eyes were like two pools of pond water in an ancient well, and it was bottomless.

"Jun Chen, you have a very accurate vision. This man with the surname Mo is really not a good thing." Uncle Wu cursed and cursed sounded from the other end of the phone.
Chapter completed!