The two of them ordered a few dishes from a restaurant near Antique Street and discussed while eating.
"So far, that painting is the most suitable, but I am a layman when it comes to antiques and don't understand the market. If I want to buy it, I have to find someone who understands it.
Don’t you have many friends? Do you have any friends who know about antiques?”
"Well, there really is one. He should be up now." Li Xinzhu thought for a while and then took out his mobile phone and made a call.
After waiting for about forty minutes, a 1.8-meter-tall, skinny, average-looking young man with parted hair came to the restaurant where they were eating.
His eyes were sleepy and he was still yawning. It looked like he hadn't woken up yet.
"Let me go, Zhuzi, what's going on with you? Are you crazy about being romantic in Hong? I'm not talking about you, brother. Young people should know moderation, so as not to regret it when they get older.
The world is so big and there are so many flowers, but your body is your capital." When he saw Li Xinzhu's current appearance, he suddenly became energetic and his eyes widened.
"What the hell, there's so much nonsense. Let me introduce you. This is Wang An, my friend. This is Meng Wentao, the rich second generation, the little prince of the nightclub, my buddy."
"What a rich second generation, don't talk nonsense. Tell me, what do you want from me?" Meng Wentao sat on the chair and rubbed his waist.
"I have my eye on a piece of art, and I might want to ask you to take a look at it."
"Wenwan, when did you become interested in this? Which store?"
"Sheng Baozhai."
"Shengbaozhai? It's not easy to pick up things here, and it's not easy to bargain. There are experts there, more than one. What do you like? How much did he ask for?" Meng Wentao yawned.
"A painting with a vajra arhat on it. The asking price is one million."
"One million, which famous artist's painting?" Meng Wentao sat up slightly when he heard the price.
"did not ask."
"Hey, you guys don't even ask this, you're too unprofessional! People probably saw that you don't understand, so they offered high prices and prepared to kill you."
"So I invited you to come over."
"Well, I'll accompany you to see it later, but when you get there, don't say anything, just look at my eyes and act."
"I know. Wipe the shit out of your eyes first. You can eat whatever you want. I'll treat you." Li Xinzhu rubbed his forehead and said.
His mind was now like a pot of eight-treasure porridge that had been boiled for two hours. It was so messy and mushy that he was on the verge of collapse.
Meng Wentao asked for a bowl of noodles, finished it quickly, wiped his mouth, and went to Shengbaozhai with them.
"Hey, Uncle Hong." As soon as he saw Manager Hong, he greeted him with a smile.
"Xiao Meng, you haven't been here for a long time." Manager Hong said with a smile.
Seeing how familiar the two people are, they seem to have known each other for a long time.
"I came here to see the painting that my friend saw just now."
"alright, please wait."
Manager Hong unfolded the scroll, revealing a King Kong with an angry look.
Meng Wentao looked at the painting carefully, looking from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top. There was no signature, no seal, only a line of small poems.
There is nothing hidden in the world, and there is no image in the whole body.
All monsters and monsters will be wiped out, and all Buddhas and demons will be wiped out.
"Uncle Hong, forgive my poor eyesight, but this painting is probably not the work of a famous artist, right?" After looking at it for a while, Meng Wentao raised his head and looked at Manager Hong with a smile.
"Xiao Meng has great eyesight. Although there is no signature, this painting is very lifelike. You can feel the Buddhist Vajra subduing demons from it. This is a rare masterpiece."
"Hey, Uncle Hong, we all know that this painting is sold just because of its reputation. If it has no reputation, no matter how good the painting is, it can't be bought at a high price, right?"
Haha, Manager Hong smiled and sighed slightly after hearing this.
"Since you are here, Xiao Meng, I have to give you some face no matter what. This painting costs 900,000 yuan."
"Good guy, I'll find someone to bet 100,000 yuan. How deep is the water in this article and how much profit is there!" Wang An thought to himself after hearing this.
"Nine hundred thousand? This painting is only four square feet. One square foot together costs more than two hundred thousand. Many paintings by famous artists cannot be sold for this price." Meng Wentao continued to bargain with Manager Hong.
The two of them were going back and forth, and professional terms kept jumping out of their mouths.
Li Xinzhu on the side became a little impatient again. He stood up suddenly and clenched his fists. Wang An raised his hand and pressed it gently. Using Tai Chi techniques, he was instantly pressed to the spot and unable to move. With a slight pressure, he suddenly hit the ground again.
sit on the chair.
"Well, is this Tai Chi Jin?" Li Xinzhu stared at Wang An. He hadn't seen him in the past few days, but his kung fu seemed to have improved again.
"When I feel restless, I try to chant sutras."
Meng Wentao over there had already lowered the price of the painting to 600,000 yuan with Manager Hong. After reaching this price, Manager Hong would not lower the price no matter what.
Meng Wentao turned around and winked at the two of them. Seeing this, Wang An called Li Xinzhu to the scroll.
"Take a closer look and see if you like this painting."
Li Xinzhu stared at the painting, frowning. He couldn't express his boredom, so he subconsciously closed his eyes and turned his head.
"It looks good." Wang An whispered. After hearing this, Li Xinzhu forced himself to look at the painting. Suddenly, his body was shaken and he felt dizzy for no reason.
While Li Xinzhu was looking at the ancient painting, Wang An was also looking at the ancient painting.
"You looked at an ancient painting and your mind was slightly affected." The prompt appeared again.
They were looking at the painting, but Manager Hong was observing them.
"The reaction of these two people is a bit strange!"
Especially that young man, with dark circles and bloodshot eyes, a depressed but somewhat manic look, he didn't look like a normal person.
And judging from the expression on his face when he looked at the painting, his brows were furrowed, as if he didn’t like the painting. He was just acting for me!
Manager Hong stared at him carefully, fearing that the other person would tear up the painting impulsively.
Li Xinzhu stared at the painting, clenched his hands into fists, tensed his body, and suddenly moved half a step forward.
The next second, a hand fell on his shoulder. It seemed like a gentle push, and a force fell on Li Xinzhu's shoulder. It seemed like several bags of noodles were pressing on it all at once. His shoulders tilted unconsciously, and his legs
Bend and your body suddenly freezes.
Li Xinzhu subconsciously turned to look at Wang An, only to see him staring at the painting.
"It is necessary to buy this painting."
Wang Anxin thought that this painting would not only help Li Xinzhu cure his mental illness, but it might also help him. After all, one of the skills he is currently practicing is Vajra Zen Palm.
If you can understand a little bit of Vajra Zen from this painting, it might be helpful for the practice of this Kung Fu. But the price is indeed high, it’s hundreds of thousands!
"Then let's discuss it again. Thank you Uncle Hong." Meng Wentao on the side spoke.
"Go slowly, welcome to come often." Manager Hong sent them off with a smile.
He can now be basically sure that they will come again in all likelihood.