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

up the painting and

the rules of the antique business, there was no regret

Leonard returned

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and the others sat down, a middle–aged

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and the other girls

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

the waiter to give Wilder a bottle of

He left after that.

Wilder felt proud immediately.

Kenia looked at

awesome! The owner of this bar came over to greet

here, he would spend thousands of dollars

compliments from the people,

the initiative to

“Kenia, let’s drink together.”

“Drink with him!”

People around booed.

slightly, but

wine, Wilder

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time, there were more people in the

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and cursed, “Don’t

young man also cursed

cursed Wilder’s

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

kicked the young man more than

practiced boxing, and

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

ran out of the

didn’t care and picked up the

second floor showed a bit

drinking! Keep playing!” Wilder laughed

this young man seriously at

of strong men rushed in

off the sound of the stereo,

members in the bar stepped forward to

walked straight

his friends were a little drunk, so they

that he recognized the young man he

and said arrogantly, “Who the hell are you? What do you want

he spoke, he waved his

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boxing and were good at

next moment, Wilder’s face

this, they grabbed the wine bottles

care what you’ve learned. How

“Jeff?” Wilder asked subconsciously,

by word, “Jeff Hopkins, River

but when they heard this name, they seemed to have been poured with cold water in an

was considered a famous

had done much work before, and now he was engaged

blood.