Chapter 36 He Is My Daughter's Boyfriend
"Dylan's collection room wasn't large. It was, probably only around 30 square meters, but it housed a considerable numberamount of items. Paintings hung on the walls, various antique jades adorned the desk, and there were even ancient bronzes, ironware, and swords. Unfortunately, most of them were incomplete, and William’’s eyes darted around in a daze. He never expected Dylan to have collected so many antiques.
""DylanY, you've really hidden quite a few treasures here, Dylan!"" William commented, his eyes wandering around while speakingas he spoke. Finally, they werehe was captivated by a purple, translucent amethystjade bracelet.
""These are all worthless goods."" Dylan wiped the sweat off from his forehead. He had exerted a lot of effortworked hard to collect theseall this, and now that William had comewas here, he feared a significant loss.
""These are all genuine, right?"" William spoke said as he picked up the amethystpurple jade bracelet and started examining it with interest.
""They’ are all genuine, but many are damaged and not valuable. Like the amethystjade bracelet you're holding, for instance. it's There’s only one piece left, and it was once worn by a European princess,"" Dylan honestly replied.
"“You do seem to have quite the knowledge of antiques.,”” William stated said and as he graciously accepted the amethyst bracelet from Dylan and while , thinking it would be a perfect gift for Michelle.
""Just a small tokenIt’s nothing,"" Dylan said modestly, discreetly wiping awayoff some sweat.
After taking the bracelet, William’’s gaze wandered around the room, as he pondering over selecting a few pieces of calligraphy and paintings for the old man. He couldn't discern their valuetell how valuable anything was, so he could only pick some that looked exquisite and lifelike.
As his eyes scanned the room, they he was suddenly got captivated by a painting hanging on the wall opposite the door. There were more than ten paintings on the wall, but this one was truly remarkable.
""Take down this painting for me,"" William said as he pointed at it..
Dylan was shocked when he realized William wanted that painting. He hesitated to take it down, but Vicente shot him a warning glance, forcing him to reluctantly take it down and hand it over to William with a lingering expression of attachment.
William held the painting in his hands and admired it. Though he knew nothing about art, this painting was undeniably lifelike. When he noticed the name of the artist and the seal, a gleam of joy appeared on his face instantly.
""This is a painting by Van Gogh., Nnot bad, I'll take it.,"" William’’s eyes brightened. This was a work by a famous artist and would be a suitable gift for the old man's 80th birthday celebration.
Dylan was filled with agony upon seeingwhen he saw that William was determined to take the painting. It was worth over 30 million dollars, and it was his most cherished treasure, something he had swapped with the buyer at the auction. Now, it was being sold cheaply to William.
""Dylan, I'll take both this painting and the bracelet, Dylan. Consider them as compensation for the mental anguish you've caused me,"" William was pleased with thoese two items.
"I’m glad you're satisfied, "Mr. Brown. , as long as you're satisfied, TI thank you for sparing me,"" Dylan was secretly agonized. This had been a bad day for him. He had been Being forced to bow down and show gratitude after being slapped in the face was the most pathetic day for Dylan.
After taking the painting, William wantedintended to go and seefind Daniel. Thatis guy had provoked him repeatedly, and it was about time he learned his lesson.
When William returned to the room with Vicente, Daniel was already pale with fear.
""DanielD, didn't you say you wanted me to kneel down and call you dad, Daniel?"" William approached Daniel, taunting him playfully.
""William, I was wrong. I promise I won't bother you again. Please spare me this time,"" Daniel glanced at Vicente standing behind William and then at Dylan, whose safety was uncertain. HThis time, he had to admittetd defeat this time.
""Spare you? Alright,"" William’s lips curved in a faint smile curved William’s lips as he continued, ""As long asIf you transfer 10% of your shares in The Good Villa No. 3 to me, and I’ will let you go today. Of course, I’ will pay a transfer fee of $100,000..”...""
""ImpossibleNo way! Do you think that you, William, you think you, a poor man, can become the owner of The Good Villa No. 3? YLet me tell you, you must be're dreaming!."" Daniel was unwilling to agree. Thoseis shares had beenwas given to him by his father. It yielded several million dollars in dividends each year, not to mention thatand The Good Villa No. 3 was worth at least a billion. How could he accept William’’s offer of $100,000 for a 10% share?
""Haven’t you not realized the realitywhat’s going on?"" William wasted no time and slapped him directly.
Thatis slap completely woke him up. Daniel glanced at the room full of Boss V's people, then and looked at Vicente, who was clearly listening to William’s orders. with a submissive expression towards William. He felt so much resentment in his heart.
Gulping some saliva, he knew he had completely lost this time. Although he was unwilling to give up the shares, he could only nod and agree. He couldn't understand William more and more, andso he would have to think of another way to regain his dignity later.
William was satisfied with his attitude and quickly had Vicente prepare a share transfer agreement, then signed the agreement with for a price of $100,000.
""Well done, thank you."" William held the agreement and smiled slightly.
Meanwhile, Daniel collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud.
""Let's go, Vi."" William called for Vicente to leave the Dragon Club. This visit was had not been in vain. He had gained quite a lot and was very satisfied.
As soon asWhen William returned, he immediately asked Antony to find a top antique appraisal expert in New York. He wanted to verify whether the two items he had gotten from Dylan were genuine. If they were fake, it would embarrass him to give them away.
Soon, the expert arrived at William’’s Crown Villa. He was an elderly man with gray hair who claimed to be the number one antique appraiser in New York, named Earle.
"C"Master, could you take a look at this painting for me, Sir? I would like to know if it’ is genuine,"" William respectfully asked respectfully, with a hint of anticipation in his expression.
""Of course, Mr. Brown."" Earle didn't act too superior or use his age as an advantage in front of William, which was quite rare.
Earle then took out a toolbox he had brought with him, containing. It contained various tools used for appraisal. Since William didn't recognize any of them, he could only stand by and watch.
Earle spread the painting on the table and then carefully he began examining it."
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