However, what surprised everyone in Beijin Painting Store was that in less than ten minutes, Wang Lin led his men to kill him and shot him back.

After Wang Lin left the store, he found a public telephone booth and asked Wu Dazhuang and Luo Wei to send all the cash over.

After making the phone call, Wang Lin and Tian Xiaoqing walked into the painting shop again.

The salesperson and customers in the store have not stopped talking about him.

Seeing the young man walking in again, everyone's words suddenly stopped and they all looked at Wang Lin sideways.

"They are back!" someone whispered!

"But, they didn't withdraw money either! One million! Why did they have to have a big bag, right?" Someone smiled, "I think he probably didn't withdraw the money?"

"I guess I haven't seen enough just now, so I'll come over and take a few more glances?"

"Gaga!" Someone sneered softly.

Wang Lin walked into the store and saw everyone looking at him. He couldn't help but smile: "Is there anything wrong?"

Everyone shook their heads and went to do whatever they should do. The customer pretended to look at the goods, and the salesperson pretended to go to pick up the goods, but they all glanced at Wang Lin from the corner of their eyes.

Wang Lin felt inexplicably so he walked to the counter and asked the salesperson: "The painting I like is still there, right? No one bought it, right?"

"No one has bought it yet," the salesperson replied.

Wang Lin nodded and asked, "Are there any paintings of Huang Binhong?"

"Yes. But it's also very expensive."

"More expensive than Qi Baishi's paintings?"

"What kind of works are, some works are very expensive."

"Qi Baishi's paintings are all here? Are you sure there are no other works?"

"There is also a twelve mountain and river screen screen screen, but that one is a treasure and it is even more expensive!"

"Oh? Twelve screens can be hung throughout the living room! Let's take a look."

The salesperson smiled politely: "Comrade, that's a treasure, we usually don't show it casually."

Wang Lin said: "If you don't show it, how can customers know if it's good? How can you place an order to buy?"

"Of course, people who know goods and rich people can take a look." Although the salesperson said this very tactful, it was also very explicit.

Wang Lin heard this, but it didn't matter, because he was used to seeing the warmth and coldness of the world. He didn't believe it, but he looked at the wine in the glass, and toasted the rich first.

He went shopping today to find a storefront, because he might not be able to find it. Even if he found it, he only needed to put a deposit, so he didn't bring much cash out.

In this era, there were neither QR codes for you to scan, nor Pos machines for you to scan, nor equipment for transferring money on the spot.

There is no label on Wang Lin's forehead, so of course others can't tell that you are a rich man.

When Tian Xiaoqing heard this, she looked unhappy and knocked on the glass counter with her hand: "Hey, comrade, how do you say? There is nothing we Mr. Wang wants to buy that can't afford!"

Wang Lin waved his hand: "You can't say that. Many things I want to buy cannot be afforded, such as the streets of Wangfujing and the Qianmen Building. If I want to buy them, I can't afford them!"

Lao Beijin has a saying, "If you have money, you can buy Qianmen Building!"

There is an allusion in this sentence. In history, there was a person who bought Qianmen Tower. This person is the owner of Yizhao Department Store.

What's going on?

Yizhao Department Store was once the first store in Beijin to operate a daily necessities department store.

During the Republic of China period, when warlords were separatist and melee, the generals who entered the Northern Jin Dynasty went one after another, and came another group of them, and various clever names were used to collect grain and taxes, which made the merchants in the city suffer.

Yizhao Department Store is also inevitable to be affected by the disaster. It was surrounded by the commander's men for one night, and then used the excuse of protecting you and asking you to pay the protection fee. It would cost 1 million taels to ask your shops to be called Yizhao. Isn't it too much, right?

The boss was in a miserable way and said he had no money. The handsome man pointed at Qianmen Tower and said, "Give us 800,000 taels, Qianmen Tower will belong to you!"

The shop owner knew that he couldn't escape, so he had to pay the money obediently.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the shop owner asked the shop to move the fireworks to Qianmen Building to set it off, saying that he had bought the Qianmen Building anyway, which caused a sensation in the entire Sijiu City.

If you have money, go buy Qianmen Building!

This old saying was passed down like this.

When Wang Lin told this allusion, the Northern Jin people on the scene naturally understood it and couldn't help but laugh.

This sentence also satirizes the salesperson's intention, which means that you look down on others with a dog's eyes.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard came over and asked, "Comrade, do you want to see Mr. Qi Baishi's twelve screens?"

"Yes, I just want to see it. Is that OK?" Wang Lin said.

"Of course. Come on, take out Mr. Qi Baishi's twelve screens and show them to this comrade." The middle-aged man waved his hand.

Twelve screens are a big project, and the drawing time is long, and even the display takes a lot of effort!

Two salesmen were showing Wang Lin one by one.

The middle-aged man introduced to Wang Lin one by one: "The Family on the River", "Double Shadows of Stone Rock", "Lone Sail on the Banqiao", "The Cypress Trees in the Far Sea", "The White House of Pines", "Apricot Flowers and Herbs", "The Shadow of Sails in the Deep Smoke", "First Tower", "Spring Rain in the Mountains", "Lotus Fragrance in the Pond", "Mengtou White Spring"!"

The customers in the store all gathered around to get a glimpse of the painting. Even passers-by outside the store were attracted to stop and watch.

For a moment, the painting shop was filled with people.

After reading it, Wang Lin pondered: "As far as I know, Mr. Qi Baishi only created one set in 1925, and gave it to the famous doctor Chen Zilin as a birthday gift. It was only publicly carried out twice in 1954 and 1958 respectively."

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lin in surprise: "Comrade, you are an expert!"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "I dare not be a master. I just happened to understand this. So, where did your twelve landscape screens come from?"

The middle-aged man said, "There is indeed only that one that is circulated in the outside world. But in fact, Mr. Qi Baishi also created another one, which is ours, which was also given to social and cultural celebrities at that time. As for how it got into our hands, the story here has become more and more long."

Wang Lin said oh, "Is it the original?"

"It's definitely the authentic one. All the calligraphy and paintings in our store are authentic."

"How much does this set cost?"

"800,000!"

The audience shouted "Wow"!

In this era when art circulation is not very popular, people's requirements are good as long as they can solve the problem of food and clothing. Who has the remaining money to buy useless calligraphy and paintings?

An ordinary person only earns more than one hundred yuan and buys twelve paintings for 800,000 yuan. That is definitely a luxury consumption, and useless consumption.

"800,000 yuan per set? Is it too expensive? What's the purpose of buying this paper? It's so dirty to wipe your butt!" Some civilians laughed loudly.

Wang Lin disagreed and asked again: "Where is Huang Binhong's painting? Take it out and let me see it."

"There are two pictures, one hundred thousand per picture. It is not a double price." The middle-aged man said, and asked someone to take it out and show it to Wang Lin.

The salesperson whispered: "This person is here to see the free artwork!"

The middle-aged man said, "Let's just look! There are so many people on the scene, so we just treat it as free publicity, which is equivalent to popularizing art education for free!"

However, art is full of spring and snow, and it is also full of music. Especially Huang Binhong's paintings, which look dark, without any stunning colors, and without beautiful flowers and birds. Many people on the scene were booed after watching them.

Someone said, "Just this painting? It's worth 100,000 yuan? My grandson's random graffiti is better than this one!"

"Hahaha!"

Middle-aged men probably have been accustomed to this argument, so they don't mind.

He only looked at Wang Lin: "Comrade, what do you think?"

Wang Lin pondered slightly: "I'll ask for all the paintings I've seen! Pack them together! Tell me the total number!"

The middle-aged man was stunned.

Everyone at the scene was shocked!

"I want all?" The middle-aged man was moved, "Comrade, the paintings of Mr. Qi Baishi you have seen before are one million. Add these twelve screens to 1.8 million. Adding to these two works by Huang Binhong, a total of 2 million!"

Tian Xiaoqing said: "Hey, we bought so many paintings for you, so you won't give me some discounts? Just get a 50% discount!"

Someone laughed and said, "It's 1 million yuan to get a 50% discount! These couples are so rich!"

People who don’t know the truth naturally regard Tian Xiaoqing and Wang Lin as husband and wife.

When Tian Xiaoqing heard this, her cheeks flushed and she couldn't explain it.

The middle-aged man said, "I'm sorry, the small shop has small profits and cannot be discounted."

"Then you'll get a 20% discount! You can't make a penny a lot, right?" Tian Xiaoqing said, "We're not buying one or two, but buying half of the paintings in your store!"

The middle-aged man pondered slightly and said, "It's better to do this. I'll give you a 10% discount. This is the biggest discount! We are really priced here and there, and we are always honest! Anyone who comes to our store to consume knows this rule."

Wang Lin didn't say anything, and Tian Xiaoqing asked to bargain.

Tian Xiaoqing said: "All 15% off! We'll get 15% off! 1.7 million!"

The middle-aged man just shook his head: "Sorry, 1.8 million is really the lowest price. At 100% off, we will earn 200,000 less! If the art market is not in a downturn now, how could we sell it at this price? These are all excellent works, one less is sold if you sell it!"

Wang Lin nodded: "Okay, then let's have 1.8 million!"

Tian Xiaoqing's eyes rolled, pointed to a painting hanging on the wall, and smiled and said, "I'll give you another small painting. I see that the flowers and birds painted on it are quite beautiful! Is that okay?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the painting, thought for a while, and said, "Yes! May I ask, when will you come to trade?"
To be continued...