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.

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wrap up the painting

to the rules of the antique business, there

leaving the shop, Leonard returned to

her friends

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other

immediately laughed and said, “Mr. Cruz, welcome to my place. It’s my honor to have you

waiter to give

He left after that.

Wilder felt proud immediately.

looked at Wilder

awesome! The owner of this bar came over to greet him

came here, he would

compliments from the people, Wilder

to raise his

“Kenia, let’s drink together.”

“Drink with him!”

People around booed.

slightly, but she didn’t

a glass of wine,

a while, Kenia

time, there were more people in

over and accidentally knocked Wilder who was standing up to toast, and the drink was spilled all over

cursed, “Don’t you have your f

the young man also cursed

even cursed

he couldn’t lose face in front of so many

the young man

boxing, and ordinary men couldn’t

ground, howling in pain. It took him a few minutes to stand up from the ground. He

he ran out of

care and picked up

aboye the second floor showed

Keep playing!” Wilder

this young

group of strong men rushed in from the door

to turn off the sound of the

members in the bar stepped forward to inquire but were stopped by

walked straight to

and his friends were a little drunk, so

up to Wilder that he recognized the young man he had beaten

all. He stood up and said arrogantly, “Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?

he waved

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Several young people

of them also learned boxing

Wilder’s face

wine

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

“Jeff?” Wilder asked subconsciously,

by word, “Jeff Hopkins, River

they seemed to have been poured with cold water in an instant, and there was a bit

was considered

before, and now he was engaged

of blood. If someone offended