All of my Instagram Friends are Gods

Chapter 13 Flower Boy

The intent of Mr. Hans' words was undoubtedly that the painting Williamson had brought was indeed the original work of Tang Bohu.

"Because Mr. Hans wants to, I'll sell you 20 billion rupiahs, all in my gratitude to Mr. Hans for helping me identify."

"What?! Fuck Williamson, you're crazy to think money huh?! Just a bunch of junk want to sell 20 billion? Keep your mouth shut, don't say anything!" Jolin said as if he had heard a big joke.

“Shut!” Evan glared at him sharply. 'Damn, why don't I realize that this woman is stupid and can't see the situation?! Shame on me!'

"Ayeah, right? It's just a wreckage ..." Jolin still wanted to argue, but once he realized everyone was looking at him like he was looking at an idiot, his confidence dropped instantly.

"Hhhh." Master Hans sighed, "Young man, this painting is indeed equivalent to Tang Bohu's original 'Ancient Pavilion', but this 'Hundreds of Night Girls' painting has never been exposed in the outside world, yet, and the painting technique is also much more complicated, so it should cost twice as much as the 'ancient Pavilion' painting which cost 23 billion, but you only sold me 20 billion, which is very kind.

What's?! Williamson's eyeballs open wide

This serious?!

Williamson had already checked on the Internet earlier, this 'Hundreds of night girls' were equivalent to 'Ancient Pavilion' so he thought the price of these two paintings should be about the same.

But it turned out to be double, it was completely unexpected.

Williamson is obviously sorry.

But the words already spoken could not be retracted, Williamson was forced to hold all of this in his heart.

"Mr Hans don't say that, only 20 billion have been able to have a good relationship with you that's more than worth it." Williamson was flattering.

“Haha, young man, you are interesting.” Mr. Hans seems very pleased.

"By the way, please tell me your account number."

Williamson hurriedly told me his account number.

Mr. Hans made a phone call, and after a while, Williamson received a text message from the bank, about 20 billion rupiahs coming in.

'I am rich now!' Williamson was excited.

"Bag, got unlucky again I'm today.” George snorted and turned to leave here.

"Start!" Williamson stopped him and said in a joking tone, "Young Master George why? Can't afford to lose, so want to run away again?"

"Who's gonna run away?."

“Oh, if so, please keep the stakes.” Williamson carefully selected the antiques in the store.

George followed in Williamson's footsteps and quietly prayed nervously, 'Please don't choose the expensive one, please don't the expensive one!'

“This one is!” George let out a long sigh as Williamson chose an ancient painting from an inconspicuous angle.

Ancient people remain old-fashioned, can-can choose the not expensive at all.

George had predicted in terms of the location of his painting in the store that the painting must not be worth much.

“The taste of this youngster seems quite unique.” Mr. Hans was also surprised for a while, not understanding why Williamson chose such an inconspicuous painting.

“Bos, how many paintings is this?” George immediately asked in haste, fearing Williamson would change his mind.

"This is an ancient painting of the early Qing Dynasty, the person who painted it is not too famous and the painting is also quite rough, so it costs 200 million rupiah." The store boss who saw Williamson choose the painting also insulted.

“Oke, 200 million yes.” George immediately paid without further ado, as if taking a huge profit.

"Young Master George, thank you." Williamson took the painting and raised his eyebrows towards George provocatively.

"Next, it's still another bet right?"

The expressions of George, Evan and Jolin instantly changed completely.

"Williamson, don't overdo it !" Shouted Jolin.

"outrageous? Since when? Just follow the betting rules." Williamson shrugged.

"You..." George looked at Williamson.

"Why Young Master George? Want to run away yesterday?"

"If I don't want to? What can you do?

After all, his defeat was already quite embarrassing, George could only stubbornly deny.

“Young Master George, I think this is less suitable deh.” Suddenly, Ethan interrupts.

"Young Master Ethan, I..." George's face suddenly changed again.

Ethan did not even look at her at all, still standing in place quietly, as if not speaking at all.

But those who knew Ethan knew that the sentence just now was a command that should not be rejected.

George happens to be one of those people who knows Ethan.

So, George struggled to the point of almost wanting to cry.

"Damn it! I will keep it! Williamson, one day, I'm gonna pay for this!"

“OK, I bark!” George gritted his teeth.

“Wow! Turns out crazy dog.” Williamson hurriedly jumped back, patted his own chest, and feigned fear, which made the crowd laugh again.

George's expression became grim, unable to vent his anger, he could only shout at Evan and Jolin, who were both yelling at him,

"Why are you guys? I'm barking, you guys should come too!"

Evan and Jolin looked at Williamson reluctantly.

"Guk guk!"

"Guk guk!"

“Haha, good, you guys are progressing, already more similar than yesterday, next time more spirit yes.” Williamson thumbs up at Evan and Jolin.

“Lain times? Next time your sister!” Evan and Jolin vow never to be involved in a bet between George and Williamson again.

George and the others left.

Mr. Hans leaves the phone number to Williamson, after a brief chat, he leaves the store with Ethan.

“Yuk we go too.” Williamson and Jocelyn walked out of the Ancient Hall.

"Willi, that painting you just sold is actually Tang Bohu's original work?"

As of now, Jocelyn still did not believe it.

"Of course, if not, who's willing to spend 20 billion to buy."

"Where did you get that painting?"

"Family inheritance!" Williamson's looking for an excuse.

Speaking of family, Williamson's heart became soft, now that he was rich, it was time for his parents to live a better life.

Back at school, Williamson accompanied Jocelyn to vocal practice briefly before returning to the dorm.

“There's a message?” As soon as Williamson opened Instagram, his phone rang.

Rabbit Goddess: Hello great God, are you there?

Williamson: What's wrong?

Rabbit Goddess: I asked Flower Boy, according to the conditions you told me, he said the spirit reverting pill would be effective once.

Williamson: I have a spirit pill, but the patient I want to treat is an ordinary human, so the pill should not be consumed.

Rabbit Goddess: Huh? For ordinary people? Isn't the world of heaven and man separate, huh?

In Williamson's heart, he was suddenly reminded of the message of the Seven Goddesses in a group chat who once said that the world of heaven was separated from humans for three thousand years.

However, why was he able to enter the group chat of the gods?

Williamson was confused for a while, and had a hunch that the matter didn't seem that simple.

Williamson: Don't ask anything you don't need to know.

Rabbit Goddess: Huh? Alright.

Oh yea!

Williamson suddenly recalled that the basic level resurrection pill he swallowed was the result of Flower Boy, which meant that Flower Boy knew how to produce pills that ordinary humans could consume, right?

Thinking of this, Williamson immediately got excited again.

Williamson: Try to help ask Flower Boy if he can make a spirit pill that can be consumed by ordinary humans.

Rabbit Goddess: Okay.

After a while.

Rabbit Goddess: Hello great God, Flower Boy wants to add you as a friend on Instagram.

Dong ding!

Right after the message of Goddess Rabbit came in, a message from Flower Boy asking to be added as a friend came in as well.

Accept it!

Flower Boy: Hello great god, again need a spirit reverberation pill for ordinary humans huh?

Williamson: Yes, can you do it?

Flower Boy: Could.

Williamson was instantly excited for a while.

Flower Boy: But there are conditions!

Williamson took a deep breath.

Williamson: What's the condition?