At first glance, he saw that the message prompt in the calligraphy and painting group was a red ellipsis, which meant that there were too many messages, more than 999.

While he was thinking about why it was so lively today, he clicked on the calligraphy and painting group and saw a series of messages.

"Are you here?"

"say something?"

"Lao Chi, where did you die?"

"I made more than a dozen voice calls and he didn't answer!"

"Did you lose your phone? You can't get through! I made more than thirty calls!"

"Did you get kidnapped?"

"Come out and take a shower, brother, I beg you!"

Lao Chi was a little confused.

What's going on here?

What's so exciting?!

At this moment, Lao Chi noticed that a caller ID appeared silently on his phone.

Depend on!

I said why didn’t I hear the sound?

It turns out that brat turned off the sound for me, and even turned off the vibration!

Lao Chi secretly scolded his son, and then answered the phone: "Hey, Mr. Xu, how are you...what? I didn't intentionally not answer the phone. The kids at home were playing with their mobile phones. I put them on silent mode...

…Where am I? I’m having dinner at a friend’s house!

Yes, I saw this painting at my friend’s house...Ah, this is his painting...What? My friend’s home address? Why are you asking this...You want to come?...Oh? Oh!?"

Listening, Lao Chi covered his phone and turned to He Qiang and Wang Ling with a surprised look on his face, "A lover in the calligraphy and painting group, who is also the boss of a company, said he wanted to come and have a look at this painting."

What should I do with the characters...?"

"What should I do?" Wang Ling said with a smile, "Is a draft worth taking so seriously if I don't even know if it is authentic?"

"No, he said..." Lao Chi said hesitantly, "He said he wanted to buy it."

"purchase?"

Wang Ling, who also drank a little, said subconsciously: "Ask him how much he can pay? If it's 30,000 to 50,000 yuan, it won't be necessary."

Lao Chi conveyed Wang Ling's intention to the other party on the phone.

Then he turned around, his face even more horrified and confused: "Mr. Xu said the price is easy to negotiate, as long as the items are genuine, I guarantee you will be satisfied!"

"Then just ask him to come!" Wang Ling said without thinking.

"Why did you ask others to come? Are you still selling it?" He Qiang patted her, "Nonsense! This is Shen Huan's New Year's gift to me!"

"Ask him to come over. You don't have to sell it to him. Let him see if it's true. Can't you?" Wang Ling rolled her eyes at him.

"Yes, Brother Qiang, let him come. It just so happens that we have gained some knowledge and see what this calligraphy looks like." Xiaoqu also agreed.

Hearing what they said, He Qiang thought it made sense and agreed.

As a result, as soon as Lao Chi hung up the phone, another call came in, the second, the third, the fourth...

I got five or six phone calls in a row, all of them wanting to see this picture right now.

Wang Ling originally thought that having more people watching would give her more protection, but seeing that the phone calls kept coming, she quickly asked Lao Chi to mute the phone again.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Two people came.

One is a man in his thirties, and the other is in his sixties or seventies.

"Boss Zhong, hello, hello!"

Lao Chi opened the door and welcomed him in, introduced the people on He Qiang's side, and then introduced the identity of Boss Zhong to everyone.

He is the owner of a rice cooker OEM company. He has more than 100 workers and is very rich.

Boss Zhong doesn't look like a farmer-entrepreneur. He wears a neat suit and a fur coat, and he still has the air of a cultured person.

The old man next to him has white hair, is full of energy, and looks very comfortable.

Boss Zhong was still chatting with everyone, but the old man looked up and saw "Niannujiao? Chibi Nostalgic", then ran to the sofa in a few steps and looked at it seriously.

Somehow, Wang Ling saw greed in his eyes.

This kind of greed does not mean that you want to possess it maliciously, but it is as urgent as wanting to engrave this word on your heart.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

The old man shouted "Hello" three times in one breath, and tremblingly touched the edge of the words, then turned his head with tears in his eyes and nodded to Boss Zhong.

"It is the work of my teacher, and it is a very, very excellent work!"

After hearing what the old man said, everyone understood his identity.

However, Lao Chi still had something to ask, "Old man, although I think the handwriting must be very good, don't you think the paper and pen and ink are a bit too new?"

"Bullshit! I have been studying calligraphy for 50 years, how could I not know this?" The old man glared at him, "Firstly, this is because it is very well preserved, preventing air corrosion; secondly, the weather in Zhejiang and Vietnam is very humid, no matter what

If you are careful, there will inevitably be a little moisture. If you take it out, this phenomenon will appear in a few days!"

"Is it really Hai Lao's word?" Xiao Qu coughed lightly, "Master, you won't admit your mistake, right?"

"fart!"

The old man was furious, "Although I am one of the teacher's most unsatisfactory disciples, his writing habits, writing characteristics, and the spacing of various fonts... I can feel these with my eyes closed! All the characters in this painting are

All the characteristics are consistent, but the slightly weaker one is that the writing power has not reached the peak of vigor and force.

I think it was because the teacher's energy and physical strength had not reached peak condition when he wrote this painting. I think this is also the reason why the teacher did not regard this larger work as a formal work and give it to the buyer!

"

"Then since it is true, this price..." Wang Ling swallowed.

"I'll pay 500,000!" Boss Zhong heard the old man's evaluation and was unambiguous: "500,000, just pay the transfer directly to Abao, and I'll take the things away."

"This...if this is false, then you are going to come back and cause trouble, right?" Lao Zhu's wife muttered.

"What are you talking about!? Do you doubt my old man's vision? Do you doubt my respect for my teacher?" The old man immediately reprimanded.

Seeing that the old man was getting angry again, Boss Zhong hurriedly said: "Buying antique calligraphy and paintings is about buying and leaving. If you miss something, it's my luck. If you pick it up, it's because of my bad taste. It has nothing to do with you."

Seeing him like this, everyone looked at He Qiang and Wang Ling.

"What are you looking at me for?" He Qiang was surprised, "I didn't say sell it! Didn't you say you would come over and see if it was true? Now it is true, that's great! Isn't it over?"

"This gentleman..."

Boss Zhong wanted to say something else, but the doorbell rang again.

He frowned, and when Lao Chi went to open the door, he said directly: "700,000! I like this painting very much. Please give me your love, sir!"

He had rushed over as quickly as possible, just to grab the words first before anyone else came.

This is no better than a one-to-one sale.

In a one-to-one transaction, Boss Zhong can lower the price to 100,000 yuan before talking, and then slowly increase the price. It is estimated that 20,000 to 300,000 yuan will be enough in the end.

How is it like now? The price was as high as 500,000 at the beginning, and now it has risen to 700,000!

According to this price, it is already the price of the works of a very famous calligrapher on the market.

Wang Ling's eyes lit up, and her heart immediately moved.

But He Qiang was still shaking his head, "Sorry, this painting was a gift from my student. I don't want to sell it."

He Qiang has no concept or pursuit of money at all.

The school's salary is high and the benefits are good, which can be regarded as an iron rice bowl. His wife also takes care of his job, so for him, having more money is of no use.

"Hey, are you talking about price?"

As soon as He Qiang finished speaking, someone shouted at the door over there, and the voice was quite loud.

Then Lao Chi brought two more people in.

These two people are similar to Mr. Zhong. The one in his forties is Mr. Xu who made the first call just now, and there is an old man in his sixties or seventies.

As a result, when the old man saw the previous one, he smiled and saluted: "Senior Brother Tang, you are here too!"

"Junior Brother Zeng, long time no see." Senior Brother Tang from before also smiled slightly.

"I heard that there was a teacher here who had never seen an authentic painting, so I hurried over here."

Junior Brother Zeng walked to the sofa with a smile, looked at it carefully for two minutes, then turned back and nodded to Mr. Xu, "It's my teacher's work, it's an authentic work, it's very good!"

"That's right, the rice paper we sold at the beginning was only six feet long, but now this one is eight feet long, and it's more majestic." Boss Zhong here smiled, and then turned to He Qiang and said, "How about it?"

, Sir, my offer is very sincere. The price is already very suitable for buying a draft by Ebi."
To be continued...