Chapter 465: You fight for me

At first glance, he saw that the message in the painting and calligraphy group was a red ellipsis, which meant that there were too many messages, exceeding 999.
I was thinking about how so lively today. When he opened the painting and calligraphy group, he saw a series of news.
"Are you there?"
"say something?"
"Lao Chi, where did you die?"
"I didn't answer a dozen voice calls!"
"Did you lose the phone? I can't get through! I also made more than 30 calls!"
"Is it kidnapped?"
"Get out of here and make a bubble, brother, I beg you!"
Lao Chi is a little embarrassed.
What's wrong?
What is so exciting? !!
此时 At this moment, Lao Chi found that the phone had a caller ID appearing silently.
Come on!
I said why I didn't hear it!
It turned out that the smelly boy turned off the sound for me, even the vibration was turned off!
Lao Chi scolded his son, then picked up the phone: "Hey, Mr. Xu, how are you? I didn't intentionally refuse to answer this. The children at home don't play with their mobile phones. They are muted where I am." Ah? I eat at a friend's house!
Yes, this painting was seen at a friend's house. What is this painting? My friend's home address? Why do you ask me to come here? Oh? Oh! ? "
Listening and listening, Lao Chi hid his mobile phone and turned to He Qiang and Wang Ling with surprise. "A fan in the painting and calligraphy group is also a company owner. He said he wanted to come to see this. What about the banner? "
"What should I do?" Wang Ling smiled. "A draft that I don't know if it is true, is it worth taking this seriously?"
"No, he said," he said hesitantly, "he said he wanted to buy."
"Buy?"
Wang Ling, who also drank a little wine, said subconsciously, "You ask him how much he can produce? If you don't use it for thirty or fifty thousand."
Lao Chi conveyed Wang Ling's meaning to the phone.
Then he turned his head, his face even more shocked and confused: "General Manager Xu said that the price is easy to say, as long as the thing is true, we promise you satisfaction!"
"Let him come!" Wang Ling said without thinking.
"What are you asking others to do? Are you still selling it?" He Qiang took a picture of her, "Naughty! This is a Chinese New Year gift from Shen Huan!"
"Call him over, but don't you have to sell it to him, let him see if it's true, isn't it?" Wang Ling gave him a white look.
"Yes, Brother Qiang, let him come, just as we also increase our knowledge to see what the word looks like." Xiaoqu also echoed.
I heard them say this, and He Qiang had a little reason to think, and agreed.
As a result, Lao Chi's call just hung up, and another call came in here, the second, the third, the fourth
Five or six calls in a row, all want to see this word right away.
玲 Wang Ling originally thought that a few more people would watch and get another guarantee, but watching the phone kept on, she quickly made the old man mute the phone again.
After ten minutes, the door bell rang.
I came from two people.
One is a man in his thirties and the other is sixty or seventy.
"Hello, boss, hello!"
Lao Chi, who opened the door, welcomed him in, introduced some people from He Qiang, and introduced everyone to the identity of the boss.
He is the owner of a rice cooker OEM. There are more than 100 workers under his hands and his wealth is very rich.
Boss Zhong Zhong doesn't look like the kind of peasant entrepreneur. He is dressed in a suit and a fur coat.
The old man next to him was full of white hair, even more energetic, and looked very comfortable.
Boss Zhong Zhong was still whispering to everyone, but the old man looked up and saw Nian Nujiao's nostalgic nostalgia. After three or two steps, he ran to the sofa and looked carefully.
I don't know why, Wang Ling saw greed in his eyes.
This greed is not to say that you want malicious possession, but that it is just as urgent as to want to carve the word on your own heart.
"OK! OK! OK!"
Grandpa yelled three times in one breath, and trembled to touch the side of the word before turning his eyes to tears and nodding to boss Zhong.
"It's my teacher's work, and it's a very, very good work!"
I heard the old man say this, everyone understands his identity.
But Lao Chi still had something to ask, "Father, although I think the words are definitely good, don't you think this paper and pen and ink are a bit too new?"
"Fart! I have n’t learned calligraphy for 50 years, how could I not know?" The old man glared at him. "First, it is because it is well preserved, which prevents the corrosion of air; Careful, it will inevitably be a little wet, if you take it out, this phenomenon will appear in a few days! "
"It really is Hailao's character?" Xiaoqu coughed softly, "Master, don't you admit it?"
"Fart!"
The old man was furious. "Although I am one of the teacher's most discouraged disciples, his pen usage, writing characteristics, and the spacing of various fonts can be felt with my eyes closed! All the characteristics of this word All fit, a little weaker is that the pen power is not yet the most vigorous and powerful.
I think the teacher's energy and physical strength have not yet reached the state when he wrote this word. I want to come to this is also why the teacher did not treat this larger work as a formal work and gave it to the buyer! "
"Since that's true, the price" Wang Ling swallowed.
"I made 500,000!" Mr. Zhong heard the evaluation of the old man, and he was also unambiguous: "500,000, direct Abao to pay the transfer, I will take things away."
"If this is false, then you have to come back for trouble?" Muttered Lao Zhu's wife.
"What did you say !? Do you doubt my old man's vision? Do you doubt my respect for my teacher?" The father immediately retorted.
Squinting at the old man's anger, Boss Zhong quickly said, "Buying antique calligraphy and painting is about buying and leaving. It is my blessing to leak, and my eyesight is not good, and it has nothing to do with you."
Looking at him like this, everyone looked at He Qiang and Wang Ling.
"Look what I do?" He Qiang wondered, "I didn't tell you to sell! Did you tell me to come and see if it was true? Now it is true, that's fine! Isn't it over?"
"This gentleman"
What else did Bo Zhong want to say, the doorbell rang again.
He frowned, and when he was late to open the door, he said directly: "700,000! I like this word very much, please sir!"
He has already arrived at the fastest speed, that is, he wants to take down the word before others come.
This is no better than a one-to-one deal.
One-on-one trading, boss Zhong can reduce the price to 100,000 and start talking, and slowly increase, it is estimated that the last 20,000 to 300,000 is enough.
Where is it now? At the beginning, the price was as high as 500,000, and now it has risen to 700,000 in one breath!
Talking at this price, it is already the price of the works of well-known calligraphers on the market.
As soon as Wang Ling's eyes brightened, her heart moved immediately.
He Keqiang was still shaking his head. "Sorry, this picture is a gift from my students. I don't want to sell it."
He Heqiang has no concept or pursuit of money at all.
The school's salary is high, and the benefits are good. It can be regarded as an iron rice bowl, and his wife has solved the job. In this way, for him, more money is useless.
"Hey, is that all about prices?"
As soon as He Qiang's voice fell, someone at the door was stunned, and his voice was quite loud.
Then Lao Chi brought them in again.
The two are about the same as President Zhong. In his forties, President Xu was the first to call, and there was an old man in his sixties and seventies.
As a result, the old man saw the previous one and saluted with a smile: "Brother Tang, you are here!"
"Brother Zeng, I haven't seen you for a long time." Brother Tang also smiled slightly.
"I heard here that there was a picture of a teacher that never appeared before, so I hurried over."
Brother Zeng smiled and walked to the sofa, looked carefully for two minutes, and nodded back to President Xu, "It is my teacher's work, true, good!"
"That was the only six-foot rice paper sold at the time. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is now eight-foot, and it's going to be a bit more majestic." Boss Zhong here smiled and turned right again He Qiang said: "How about, my gentleman, my bid is very sincere. Buy a draft of Hailao, the price is already very suitable."
"How much do you bid for, Old Bell? Don't lie to others." President Xu intervened and looked at the words on the wall: "Well, it's very good to be hung in my office."
玲 Wang Ling here said, "Boss Zhong has paid 700,000, and the price is good."
"Yes?"
Mr. Xu glanced at her, "Don't be fooled this lady! Eight-foot rice paper is 26 square feet, and Hailao's word is about 50,000!"
"How can it be compared?" Boss Zhong sneered. "That is the market price. We are negotiating privately here. There is no need to pay any taxes and fees. It has no heritage and it does not know where it came from. Draft, is 700,000 low? "
"No inheritance does not mean that it is not true, let alone two teachers have already been identified, can they still be fake?" Xu Xu laughed, "Come on, old bell, let's not say those that are not, it is better to take advantage of Didn't anyone come, let's discuss it with the two first? "
Bo Zhongzhong thought about it and nodded.
The two quietly said that the price was better than direct bidding.
的 Lao Chi here suddenly felt like an epiphany, and said straight: "Lao He, the word you can't be cheap, the price will go at least 1 million!"
"Why?" Lao Zhu said in surprise.