From A Prisoner To A Big Short’s Inheritor

Chapter 6

David was about to remove the nails on the third edge. Waylon and the two bodyguards were attracted, and their breathing became slightly faster.

Although they knew that Leonard was bragging, they were still expectant.

David was also nervous. As he continued, his finger was cut by the nail he had removed just now.

Waylon’s heart ski pped a beat.

He said, “It’s a good painting. Why do you try so hard to remove its frame? You bought it for 16 thousand dollars.”

The two bodyguards showed pity,in their eyes.

Leonard was dressed ordinarily, and he didn’t look like a rich man. Sixteen thousand dollars might be his savings from several years of work. He came to the antique market, but now his money was all wasted.

However, David swallowed and continued to remove the nails, ignoring the cut on his finger.

When the nails on the third edge were removed, there was still no signature, and everyone felt pity for Leonard more Finally, David was about to remove the last edge.

Everyone held their breath and waited, wondering if there would be a signature…

After a while, the nails on the last edge were removed.

In an instant, everyone was stunned. At the corner beside the last edge, there was a signature! According to the handwriting, anyone familiar with this painter knew that this painting must be authentic.

David’s body shook when he looked at the signature.

He just sold this painting for 16 thousand dollars! He lost a lot!

This painting could sell for two million dollars, and at auction, the price might be even higher.

“This painting is well disguised. If the frame is not removed, it looks like a thick oil painting with dense colors.

“But the signature is hidden in the corner under the frame.

“It’s an authentic one, but someone is trying to hide something,” Leonard explained lightly.

At this moment, Waylon looked at Leonard in admiration.

He claimed to be an expert in antiques, but he studied the painting for half an hour just now and didn’t see what this young man could see at a glance.

“Boy, you are amazing. My name is Waylon Lambert. I like to collect antiques. You are an expert: Maybe we can communicate with each other.”

“Do you have any good diamonds?”

Leonard’s eyes lit up. It was not easy to find a good diamond in this antique market. On the contrary, those old players often had a lot of treasures in their hands.

If Waylon had one, Leonard would buy it.

“Of course, I also like to collect diamonds.”

“I have an antique museum on Southfort Street. There will be an exhibition in the museum in three days. At that time, you can come and take a look. Whatever you like, just take it away.”

Waylon saw that Leonard was not an ordinary person, so he intended to make friends with him.

But Leonard/shook his head.

He didn’t want to owe others favors because of a diamond.

Besides, this old man didn’t look like someone who would suffer any loss.

see you in three

to wrap up the

antique business, there

shop, Leonard returned

and her friends came to a

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a middle–aged man with a bald

was strong, with a tattoo on

and the other girls felt

man walked over, he immediately laughed and said, “Mr. Cruz,

give Wilder a

He left after that.

Wilder felt proud immediately.

looked at Wilder

this bar came

time when Wilder came here, he would

the compliments from the people, Wilder felt

initiative to

“Kenia, let’s drink together.”

“Drink with him!”

People around booed.

blushed slightly, but

drinking a glass of wine, Wilder poured another glass

a while, Kenia became a little

there were more people in

who was standing up

and cursed, “Don’t

the young man also cursed

cursed

had drunk some wine, and he couldn’t lose face in front

man

boxing, and

in pain. It took him a few minutes to

ran out

up

second floor showed a bit of

Keep playing!” Wilder

didn’t take this young

while, with a bang, a group of strong men rushed in from the door of

off the sound of

the bar stepped forward to inquire but

walked straight to

friends were a

to Wilder that he recognized the young man he had beaten

up and said arrogantly, “Who the hell

spoke, he

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also learned boxing and were

moment, Wilder’s

wine bottles on the table and were about to

the lead sneered and said, “I don’t care what you’ve learned. How dare you hit Jeff’s brother? Are

“Jeff?” Wilder asked subconsciously,

by word, “Jeff

when they heard this name, they seemed to have

considered a famous figure

work before, and now he

of blood. If