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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to wrap up the painting and paid him four

to the rules of the antique business, there was no regret in bidding, and

leaving the shop, Leonard

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middle–aged man walked over, he immediately laughed and said, “Mr. Cruz, welcome to my place. It’s

give Wilder a bottle of

He left after that.

Wilder felt proud immediately.

Kenia looked at Wilder with

this bar came over

came here, he would spend thousands of

from the people,

the initiative to raise his wine

“Kenia, let’s drink together.”

“Drink with him!”

People around booed.

slightly, but

a glass of wine,

Kenia became a little

there were

who was standing up to toast, and the drink was

and cursed, “Don’t

the young man also cursed

cursed

some wine, and he couldn’t lose face in front of so

man more than

practiced boxing, and ordinary men couldn’t

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

he ran out of the

up the beer

owner of the bar aboye the second floor showed a bit of worry in his

playing!” Wilder

young man seriously

a bang, a group of strong men rushed

immediately ordered the waiter to turn off the sound of the stereo, making the bar

to inquire but were stopped by

walked straight to

friends were a little drunk, so they

wasn’t until those people came up to Wilder that he recognized the

“Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? I’ve

spoke, he waved his

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Several young people

of them also learned boxing and were good at

moment, Wilder’s

this, they grabbed the wine bottles on

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

“Jeff?” Wilder asked subconsciously,

strong man said word by word, “Jeff Hopkins,

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

considered a

much work before, and now he was

to rise was full of blood. If someone offended him, he