After saying this, Cen Tire’s cell phone rang, he held it to his ear, and the old man’s heart-piercing cry came from the other side, “Mr. Cen, you are too cruel, you took it away as soon as you came. My dearest Xuande stove, gave me a hundred dollars to pass, you are simply insulting me…”
That’s right, this little old man is also a student who has listened to several lectures by Cen Juan, an antique collector madman, and today Cen Juan arranged for him to come over to perform that play.
Cen Juan raised his eyebrows and said calmly, “One hundred million will make up for you.”
“Is that a matter of money?” The little old man was angrily, “That’s my heart…”
Cen Qiong licked his lips and snorted slowly, “Next time I will let you listen to a lecture for free.”
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