When Zhang Bolong brought out the Ju Shi Tie.
Wei Ying felt deeply distressed.
The jade they had brought was definitely nowhere near as valuable as the Ju Shi Tie.
But if things went this way.
She herself would very likely become a bargaining chip as well.
That was the last thing she wanted to happen.
"Young lady, you may be young, but you know your stuff. I bought this Ju Shi Tie overseas three years ago. It cost me five hundred million at the time, but its value cannot be measured in money."
Zhang Bolong lowered his eyelids and spoke in an indifferent tone.
As if five hundred million meant nothing to him.
What he wanted to convey.
Was the value of the calligraphy itself.
Wei Wenfeng's expression immediately turned ugly at those words.
Five hundred million!
It was not that the Wei Family was unwilling to spend that much.
He had simply assumed that Lin Feng was merely a young man with supernatural abilities.
Throwing a Small Goal—one hundred million—at him should have been enough to win him over.
And even if it was not.
He could still send his daughter to Lin Feng's bed.
But he truly had not expected.
Zhang Bolong to be so lavish with his offer.
He did not think the Wei Family's daughter was worth five hundred million based on her looks.
Lin Feng silently looked at the calligraphy.
Then let out a soft sigh.
Did all of you come over late at night just to give me this stuff?
Are you sick?
Seeing this.
The fat on Zhang Bolong's face trembled.
His smile instantly faded.
This was not right.
Back then, he had gone through immense trouble.
Before finally trading this estate to Lin Feng for Su Shi's two authentic works.
Logically