I Am Carrying Gold From the Post-Apocalyptic World

As soon as Wang Bin spoke, the expressions of the other three people in the room varied. Shopkeeper Liu, naturally, was overjoyed at the prospect of earning an extra million in less than a minute. Of course, a businessman like Shopkeeper Liu wouldn't be satisfied with immediate gains; he wanted to maximize profits. So after the initial excitement, he looked over at Officer Li, as if to suggest he should make another offer.

The waiter, on the other hand, was thinking, "Fuck, I can earn several thousand more in commission this time."

"You bastard, I saw it first!"

The one who shouted this was, of course, Officer Li, or more accurately, he roared it out in anger.

As soon as Wang Bin said those words, Officer Li slammed the table in fury and stood up.

Wang Bin was startled by Officer Li's outburst but quickly regained his composure, shrugging helplessly. After all, he was determined to get this painting.

Seeing that Wang Bin wouldn't budge, Officer Li quickly turned to Shopkeeper Liu.

Shopkeeper Liu felt a bit uneasy under Officer Li's gaze, but ultimately, his business instincts overcame his fear, and he whispered, "I promised earlier that under the same price conditions, I'd prioritize selling the painting you wanted to you."

The meaning was clear: out of respect for their long acquaintance, if Officer Li offered eight million, the painting would be his.

Officer Li really needed this painting, and genuine works by Zheng Banqiao were hard to come by. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Alright, I'll offer eight million and fifty thousand!"

As soon as she shouted this price, she regretted it a bit. With her years of experience as a police officer, this seemed like a scam. Maybe the person sitting next to her and Shopkeeper Liu were in cahoots, trying to raise the price.

Thinking of this possibility, Officer Li stared intently at Wang Bin.