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Chapter 211 Invitation Letter
The ghost in the painting suddenly became cold, "Use."

Chen Bufei almost vomited blood angrily by this sentence, "It's not buddy, you are not sincere, I can't do anything for you."

"Commission." These two words gradually appeared on the palm of his hand, and Chen Bufei didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Do you think I owe you this little money?" Chen Bufei found it interesting, staring at the painting, the painting is very ordinary, without any shadow of that scary ghost.

The imprint on the palm suddenly disappeared, as if the ghost was thinking about how to answer.

Chen Bufei was also patient and waited for the ghost to speak.

"breath."

When Chen Bufei was waiting for the imprint on his palm to appear, he suddenly raised his head to look at the painting, which shook slightly.

he knows!He knows that he absorbs the breath of time?As soon as Chen Bufei closed his palms tightly, his brows were furrowed, and it happened that the painting was shaking more violently with the wind.

There was fine sweat on Chen Bufei's forehead, and his body also responded to the shaking of the painting.

Chen Bufei's hand seemed to be opened by something forcefully, the palm was flattened, and the red mark slowly appeared, "The breath of time."

The cold sweat welling up from his back covered Chen Bufei, and Chen Bufei was studying how to answer when suddenly the font appeared in his palm again.

"Two paintings return to nothingness."

Chen Bufei withdrew his hand suddenly, everything returned to calm, and the painting stopped moving.Chen Bufei stood where he was, and a quiet voice came from behind him.

"Hey, the old man is still alive."

"Who?" Chen Bufei wiped his hands, the palms of his hands seemed to be scalded, and it was burning hot.

"What happened to the hand?"

"It's okay." Chen Bufei asked impatiently, "What's wrong with your painting?"

"A demonic aura." Qing Jing left after finishing speaking, taking away the smell of roast chicken,

Before Chen Bufei could continue to ask about the painting, Uncle Fu came over and handed Chen Bufei a letter.

The Chen family has one of those who still use this kind of invitation letter these days.Chen Bufei glanced over the Chen characters on it, his gaze sank.

The charity gala was canceled for some reasons and postponed to tonight.

Chen Bufei took it and looked at the address and smiled. The address Chen Hua picked was really disgusting, and it was just across the street from the two new stores.

"Nine o'clock in the evening?" Chen Bufei chuckled, and was about to take a step out when his wrist was pinched.

In fact, there was no one behind, Chen Bufei hissed his palms so hot, and then a line of words appeared on his palms, "Take me there."

Chen Bufei laughed angrily, and turned his head to stare at the painting, "Brother, is your head okay? If I take you there, won't the whole venue be turned upside down? If you reveal your true colors, I will be arrested."

"I don't show my original shape," the imprint on the palm of the hand continued, with a little confidence.

"I don't have to show up to communicate with you."

"Hey, you"

"They don't deserve it."

Chen Bufei suddenly laughed when he saw this sentence. Qing Jing was able to acquiesce that this ghost was hiding in the painting, probably because this male ghost had no intention of harming others.

Didn't he spare Wang Ergou's life last time?

The charity gala invited a few starlets symbolically, and held a relatively large-scale auction in Nanfeng Ancient City.

For fake treasures, Chen Hua will still auction them off, not to mention that this time it's a real one, Chen Hua wants to be as beautiful as possible.

Chen Bufei's position is still in the front row. Chen Hua is killing someone and killing his heart. Does he want to deliberately stimulate himself?
"Bufei." Chen Hua came over to greet Chen Bufei as soon as he entered the door. Although Chen Bufei was a little surprised, he stood up.

The relationship between the two has been broken to such an extent, Chen Bufei doesn't think that Chen Hua is a person who can hold a boat in his belly.

Coming here now, it's nothing more than the weasel's unkindness in greeting the chicken. Chen Bufei has a faint smile on his face. There are a lot of media here. Even if Chen Bufei pretends, he still has to pretend to be friendly.

"Sister Hua, you are the only one who can afford such a grand occasion."

Chen Hua raised his eyebrows, "For sure you can talk."

Chen Hua stared at Chen Bufei with a half-smile, "Welcome you, kid."

"Why do you smell like a book? Bufei!" Chen Hua suddenly approached and said into Chen Bufei's ear.

"I heard that you have the same painting at home? It's a pity, the one on my stage tonight is real." Chen Hua patted Chen Bufei's shoulder solemnly.

She frowned and looked behind Chen Bufei, but she didn't find any extra people.

It's strange, she smells the smell of ink, and it's the smell of good ink.

Chen Bufei took a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. Smoking is not allowed in the venue, so Chen Bufei can only rely on this to enjoy himself.

"Hey, if Chen Hua knows that two of these paintings are real, what will happen to her?"

"do not know."

"Tsk, why are there two in this painting?" Chen Bufei leaned back, and the passers-by looked at him and thought to himself, thinking that he was sick.

Chen Bufei was carrying a bamboo tube behind his back, containing a piece of white paper. He was dressed in a nondescript manner, and the male ghost possessed the white paper and followed him.

"There is no reason."

"How do we get the painting?" Chen Bufei glanced at the stage impatiently. Chen Hua was talking about some high-sounding words to promote the painting and the Chen family's contribution to the antique world.

Chen Bufei was almost tired of listening. At first, the Chen family imitated the real treasure in a sneaky way. When they were low-key, they could really be collected.

Since she came into Chen Hua's hands, she has completely pushed the Chen family's products to the entire market. Although the Chen family became an instant success, it also attracted a lot of attention.

After all, some people are the most disliked by Chen Hua's work, and fraud is not something that can be put on the table.

"Hey, I'm asking you, how do we get the painting?" Chen Bufei didn't hear the answer, so he asked this question in a loud voice.

The people next to him immediately looked at him in horror. Chen Bufei coughed and took out the white paper from the bamboo tube.

These are all the requirements of the male ghost, forcing Chen Bufei to carry these two things.

"grab."

"Damn it, you're crazy, how did you snatch such a big venue!"

"It's not me, it's you."

Chen Bufei felt that the male ghost was really crazy, so he lent him ten guts, but Chen Bufei didn't dare to snatch them, "Let me go crazy."

"Bring it out, use money."

Chen Bufei moved his body uncomfortably, yes, how could he forget about this, he can still buy it with money.

The highest price in the audience, the price of this charity auction is not small, the money is going to be donated to build schools in the countryside.

The painting ghost noticed Chen Bufei's hesitation, and left the words "breath of years" on the palm of his hand.

He has now figured out the details of Chen Bufei, "My breath is worth it."

This sentence really tickles Chen Bufei's heart, it's impossible not to be tempted, a monster who can't tell who is thousands of years is sitting next to him.

(End of this chapter)