When they returned to the courtyard, Zhou Ruo and Wu Saner had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Chen Ao coming back, Wu Saner hurriedly said, "The profiteer is gone?"

Chen Ao stretched and said with a smile: "Let's go."

Zhou Ruo tried not to look at Chen Ao, but this time she no longer had the disdain she used to be in her eyes, but instead she was a little shy. It was embarrassing to pretend to be this guy's sister and say these words in public.

From the beginning, Pan Ren fell into the trap of Chen Ao's careful arrangement. This house was bought by Chen Ao and Zhou Ruo together, with a total of 70 coins. Chen Ao plays a dilapidated playboy, Wu Saner is still a servant, and Miss Zhou is Chen Ao's sister.

Chen Ao went to the tea shop first and stole Pan Ren's wallet. Pan Ren had no money to pay the bill. Chen Ao helped Pan Ren at this time, which gave him the opportunity to contact Pan Ren.

After contacting Pan Ren, Chen Ao kept showing the stupidity of a playboy, trying to make Pan Ren relax his vigilance against him. He then led him to this house and deliberately let Pan Ren see the painting of Yang Jie.

The next step is simpler. Set up a larger bait for Pan Ren to get in. As long as Pan Ren is greedy enough, he is not afraid that he will not take the bait.

The next step is to close the network.

"Sister, I'm afraid you'll stay here temporarily in the past two days. Pan Ren will come back at any time. We must be more cautious and don't let him see any flaws." Chen Ao leaned close to Zhou Ruo and said with a smile.

Zhou Ruo said angrily: "Who is your sister?"

"Wow... I'm not admitting my conspiracy. San'er, come and judge me. I called my sister just now. Did she agree?" Chen Ao was very hurt. He had two purposes to plot against Pan Ren. One was to rob the rich and help the poor. Pan Ren was a man who was not kind to rob him of his wealth and helped him to help him, who was still in dire straits. The other was to avenge Zhou Ruo. Who knew that he had tried his best to treat him like this.

"I want to illuminate my heart with the moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch, ah..." Chen Ao sighed and entered the wing with his hands on his back.

Zhou Ruo recalled Chen Ao's words of "Mingyue" and felt something new, but then he couldn't help laughing, thinking to himself: "He compared me to Mingyue, this guy is weird." Then he thought: "Mingyue shines on the ditch? What is this ditch? Oh, is this guy ridiculing me?"

Chen Ao and Wu Saner entered the wing room. Zhou Ruo was embarrassed to follow in, so he had to sit on the stone bench under the locust tree in the yard. He found that he could not guess Chen Ao's thoughts. This person is really strange. He has many unique skills and is extremely smart. He is no worse than being a book boy anywhere, but he is proud of being a book boy and is very happy.

This man is very tricky and can come up with such a clever trap to cheat people of money, but why does he still have no capital to do business?

"What a weird person." Zhou Ruo thought about it, his pretty face turned red, and he spat: "I guess what he is thinking about."

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When Pan Ren returned home, he didn't even bother to take care of Zuiyun Tower's business. It was dark at this time. When the servant in the door saw the master come back, he hurriedly came out with a lantern to guide him. Pan Ren said hurriedly: "You don't need to serve me here, hurry up, go and call Mr. Xu and ask him to come to the study. I have something important to do."

The door responded, handed the lantern to Pan Ren, and trotted.

Pan Ren arrived at the study room and paced back and forth in the study room with his hands in his arms. He felt very uneasy. His eyes that could smile at any time were shining with a hint of greed, and he muttered: "A thousand wealth, thousands of wealth... The heaven will not let go, the heaven will not let go."

"Why haven't Mr. Xu come yet? Hurry up, call someone to call me again. Let's put aside all the big things for now, come here quickly." Pan Ren yelled at the outside of the study. The servants outside didn't know what had happened, and hurriedly said, "Master, please stay here, let's go."

Pan Ren suppressed his excitement and spread the scroll of his hand on the desk. The candlelight in the study swayed, which could clearly shine his lips tremble slightly.

"If you sell it for a good price, 300 paintings will be 15,000 guan. Zuiyun Tower will never save such a big family business in your life." Pan Ren was thinking about it while looking at the paintings. At this time, nothing is important. Zuiyun Tower, the official prostitutes in the sect, and drinking tea, all forgot to clean up. His mind was full of paintings. This painting sometimes turned into a dragon and snake in Yang Jie's writings, and the next moment it turned into countless golden ingots, which changed back and forth in Pan Ren's mind.

When the study was pushed open, a Confucian scholar hurried in. The man's cheeks were thin, his goatee beard was slapped under his jaw, and he was wearing a round-neck Confucian shirt, with a muddy look. He saluted Pan Ren: "Boss."

He was Mr. Xu, a scholar and made friends with Pan Ren. Later, Pan Ren invited him to come to his home to teach and teach his children. Mr. Xu has a talent and is very good at appreciating famous paintings. The authenticity can be seen at a glance, and it is almost impossible to distinguish between them.

Pan Ren greeted, "Mr. Xu, come and see, help me see if this painting is true or false."

When Mr. Xu saw Pan Ren's Adam's apple rolling, his eyes turned red, he was shocked. He didn't know what was wrong with the boss today. He hurried over to look at the painting. Pan Ren knew that Mr. Xu had eye disease and could not see clearly because he was far away. He went to get the oil lamp himself and came to the painting to illuminate him.

Mr. Xu's face was almost inch by the painting, and he nodded his head while bent, saying, "That's right, this is Yang Jie's painting. This paper happens to be Xuanhua paper from Emperor Taizong. The style of painting is not wrong. The ink traces are a little blurred in the subtle areas. It must be because of poor storage and has suffered from the tide. This inscription is also Yang Jie's word, not wrong at all." He stood up and said to Pan Ren: "The boss will not make any mistakes, it is the original one."

Pan Ren rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Okay, okay, that's great..." His lips trembled as he spoke, very excited.

Mr. Xu said regretfully: "The master, there is a saying that students don't know whether to speak or not. Although this painting is an authentic work, it is not worth much money. Thirty or fifty moats have reached the limit, so why should the master do this?"

Pan Ren sat down, picked up the tea on the desk and took a sip, then rolled up the painting, and said slowly: "What if it were three hundred such paintings?"

"Three hundred pictures!" Mr. Xu's hand holding his beard stopped moving, and he stared at Pan Ren with wide eyes.

Pan Ren said with a sensual pride: "That's right, there are three hundred paintings, three hundred paintings left by Yang Jie, haha..."

Seeing that Mr. Xu didn't believe it, Pan Ren said everything he saw and heard today. Mr. Xu was stunned and murmured: "The paintings are all from the playboy. What does it have to do with the boss? Could it be that the boss wants to buy these paintings? This is a solution. The playboy doesn't know how much the paintings are worth, so the boss will just give him some money to him."

Pan Ren said calmly: "You can't buy his paintings. Once we buy them, it's hard to guarantee that he won't be alert. If you ask someone to estimate the price, it will be troublesome. What should I do... What should I do..."

Pan Ren paced back and forth in the study, knocking on the back of his right hand with his left fingers.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and whispered: "Yes! Let's buy a house, buy a house!"
Chapter completed!