Chapter 926    Donated?

Hearing this, both Qiao Ping and Qiu Yu looked at Qin Hao with a look of surprise. Qin Hao also smiled and nodded: "Well, Aunt Qiao, if you can trust me, you can take it out and show it to me.

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"If it's true, the price I'll give is definitely reasonable."

"good."

"Aunt Qiao believes in you."

After Qiao Ping finished speaking, she turned to Qiu Yu and said, "Yu'er, hurry up and take out the painting for Xiaohao to see."

"Um."

Soon, Qiu Yu took a box and came back. The box was black and rectangular. The shape of the box was obviously decorated with paintings, although he had not seen the paintings inside.

But this box attracted Qin Hao's attention.

Rosewood!

"Xiao Hao, here is a painting. It has been passed down from my ancestors. I don't even know how many years it has been. But we have passed it from generation to generation and have been here."

"In the early years, something happened to Yu'er's father. All the things that could be sold at home were sold, leaving only an old house. At that time, I stayed away from my hometown and brought Yu'er to Kyoto."

"Where did her father live."

"This is the only one who has been taken away from his hometown."

"Look at it, is it worth it?"

Qin Hao took the red sandalwood box with a smile in his eyes and said to Qiao Ping: "Aunt Qiao, don't look at the things inside. Just looking at this box is worth more than one million."

"ah?"

"Really...really?"

Qin Hao nodded with a smile: "Well, this is the best small-leaf red sandalwood, which is very valuable. It is a starting price of one million. It is so large and carved, and the value should be close to two million."

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Especially Qiao Ping and her daughter, they never expected that the most inconspicuous box in their eyes would be worth more than one million yuan, which was like winning a lottery.

So much so that they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Wen Zhi, who was standing beside him, came to his senses and looked at the box in Qin Hao's hand, with a confused look on his face: "Mr. Qin, isn't this right?"

"Didn't you say this is Rosewood?"

"How do I think it's black?"

"I was blackened?"

“…”

Qin Hao was speechless. This guy was also a weird guy. He was black in the Divine Stage Horse Pan: "Red Sandalwood is also called Qinglong Wood, Rose Wood, Feathered Sandalwood, Black Bone Chai, Di belongs to Qiao Wood."

"It takes nearly a thousand years to grow and grow up."

"It is one of the top ten precious woods in the world, and its preciousness is unimaginable."

"As for the red sandalwood turning black, it was completely caused by the baptism of time. I think this red sandalwood box is protected, and the paintings inside have not experienced any destruction of time."

After saying that.

Qin Hao carefully opened the box and met with a silk painting.

The painting is a landscape painting with a delicate style and a great feeling of being immersive. The pen tip is sharp and graceful, and the old man in the straw raincoat can be seen vaguely in the mountains, with a hazy feeling.

certainly.

Qin Hao's eyes finally fell on the seal.

Jorda?

Minister of the Southern Song Dynasty?

When Qin Hao saw this name, some information about this person naturally appeared in his mind. When Qiao Ping and others saw that Qin Hao was silent, they didn't even dare to breathe.

Although the box of rosewood is very valuable.

Those who can be packed in such a precious box should be worth more than this value.

But now that Qin Hao hasn't spoken, they can't understand.

It was not until Qin Hao put away the painting and put it in place that they asked nervously: "How about Xiao Hao, is this painting valuable?"

"Um."

"I didn't expect it was his painting."

"This is the work of Gorda, who was a minister of the Southern Song Dynasty and a landscape painter. Unfortunately, in history, there is little information about him, let alone his paintings."

“So far, there is no one.”

"This painting is not only its existence value, but also its historical value, which is very huge."

“The value is difficult to estimate.”

"I can't say it right."

Good guy!

There is not a single amount of existence?

Isn't this a baby?

Qiao Ping's hands were shaking. Since Qin Hao said that, it must be a priceless treasure. Isn't this more exciting than winning the lottery?

Qin Hao looked at her and said lightly: "Aunt Qiao, if this painting is sold like this, you will not be able to experience its value at all. If you can trust me, you can sell it in our auction house."

"certainly."

"Including this box, I can give you four million advance first."

"When the price exceeds this, I will give you the remaining money. Do you think this is OK?"

Hearing words.

Qiao Ping shook her head.

Seeing this, Qin Hao was about to say something, but who knew that Qiao Ping said lightly: "Forget it, I won't sell this painting, I will donate it directly, I'll sell that box."

“Donated?”

The moment he heard this, Qin Hao, Wenzhi and others looked at her in surprise.

But Qiao Ping had a firm look on her face and said lightly: "Yes, I just donated it. I know that if I sell it, I can sell it for a lot of money, but this is not my own."

"It's even more national!"

"Since Xiao Hao, you said just now, this painting was painted by my ancestors, so there are very few introductions to him now, and even a single painting of him has not been passed down."

"I think I can contribute to the things left by my ancestors. I think he will be moved and pleased by my approach if he knows it."

Hearing this.

Whether it was Qin Hao or Wen Zhi, they immediately looked down upon her.

Qiuyu also smiled at this time. This is her mother. She is proud to have a mother like Qiao Ping: "Mom, I support you."

Qin Hao also admired Qiao Ping and gave him a thumbs up.

"That's OK."

"Since that's the case, I'll just make arrangements. Then you just hand it over to the Kyoto Museum."

"Of course."

"They have compensation, you can rest assured."

"As for the money of the rosewood, I can transfer it to you now, just calculate it for two million. I'll just pay it directly when the time comes."

"no."

"You are also in business. How can I charge you two million? Don't you make any profit?"

Qiao Ping directly rejected Qin Hao and said righteously: "You give Aunt Qiao one million is enough. How much you can sell it, you will earn it."

Qin Hao looked at Qiao Ping deeply.

to be honest.

There are really not many people like Qiao Ping in this world now.

Qiao Ping looked at Qin Hao and smiled and said, "Xiaohao, it is my blessing to meet you and Xiaozhi, but you listen to aunt. Auntie, you can't ask for so many, you can't let you go in vain.

Help, right?"

"Besides, Yu'er has grown up now and can come out to work."

“We can’t spend much money either.”
Chapter completed!