At noon, Zhang Hao had a simple lunch in the cultural and entertainment store. There is no canteen in the store, but there are microwaves and steamers that can provide heating services. All employees must bring their own lunch, otherwise they will be hungry. p>
In the afternoon, he continued to stay in the store to help.
Maybe because the news has spread, people come here one after another, most of them have foreign faces.
"Hello, I have an oil painting in my hand. I wonder if you can accept it?"
The speaker was an old man with white hair.
The accent sounds like it’s from the other side of the country.
"Accept it." Zhang Hao nodded, "But we only accept oil paintings from before modern times. Modern works are not accepted. Please forgive me."
Relatively speaking, the water for modern works is too deep, and many painters are still alive, so they are easy to be harvested.
"Please rest assured that the work I have is one of Monet's oil paintings "Water Lilies" series, and it fully meets your requirements."
""Water Lilies"? Is it authentic?"
Although Zhang Hao doesn't know much about oil painting, he has heard of Monet, a representative figure and one of the founders of Impressionism.
"Of course, I won't make fun of the credibility of the William family."
The old man unconsciously increased his tone.
"What do you call the old gentleman?"
While Zhang Hao asked someone to notify his father and second brother-in-law, he invited the old man into the reception room nearby.
"You can call me Old William."
"Okay! Old William, what would you like to drink? Tea or coffee?"
Old William's eyes lit up and he said without hesitation:
"Please give me a cup of coffee, thank you."
He hasn't had coffee in half a year.
Zhang Hao personally brewed a pot of coffee. These were all instant coffees he had stocked in advance. The quantity was quite large, so he took some and put them in the store to entertain distinguished guests and also to show his strength.
"It's not a good coffee, please forgive me."
Old William couldn't wait to take the coffee: "It's good to have something to drink. Since I came to Huicheng, I have almost visited all the local second-hand goods trading markets, but unfortunately I have never been able to buy coffee."
"We Daxia people prefer to drink tea. Generally, those who drink coffee go to Starbucks. Ordinary people rarely have reserves at home." Zhang Hao explained with a smile.
"No wonder." Old William carefully took a sip of coffee and immediately gave a thumbs up: "It smells so good!"
"Feel free to drink, this pot is yours."
Zhang Hao Dafangdao.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chongxin and Steven walked in with three appraisers. They heard that it was a work by Monet, so of course they should pay attention to it.
After some introductions, both parties went straight to the topic.
Old William removed the wrapping paper with his own hands, and then handed the oil painting to Zhang Chongxin. After all, this man is the real owner of the art shop.
Zhang Chongxin looked at the oil painting carefully, and then handed the oil painting to three appraisers.
He doesn’t understand oil painting, so it’s all in vain.
After the three appraisers got the oil painting, they appraised it on the spot. In addition to the oil painting, Old William also provided an auction certification document, which was very authentic.
This appraisal took more than half an hour.
Fortunately, it was finally proven that this oil painting was real.
Of course, for insurance purposes, re-inspection is required before the actual transaction.
However, these are things to consider in the future. The most important thing now is to negotiate the price.
If we can't agree on the price, everything is in vain.
"Old William, how much do you plan to sell this painting for?"
"I should be the one to ask you this."
Zhang Hao took over: "As you wish, we are willing to pay five million."
This is the final result negotiated by everyone based on market conditions, and it is also a low price.
"Five million? Are you kidding me? This is the famous "Water Lilies". I spent a total of 425 million to get it."
Old William said in disbelief.
"Old William, today is different from the past. The entire antique market has collapsed now, especially in your Western collecting circle. The price was originally too high, and five million is really not low."
In fact, there is another reason.
The West is in an overall decline, and correspondingly, the art market will definitely be greatly affected.
"Impossible, you are taking advantage of the situation."
Old William said angrily.
At the same time, he made a move to put away the oil painting again.
Zhang Hao shrugged: "Old William, don't be impulsive. I believe you must have been to other places before coming here, and you should be able to feel our sincerity."
"Five million is absolutely impossible."
Old William shook his head repeatedly.
However, the movement of the hand stopped.
The other party was right. He had been to many places before, including auction agencies and private buyers, and the highest bidder was only three million.
The reason is actually very simple. From last year to now, tens of thousands of famous oil paintings have entered the market, which has directly overwhelmed the entire market.
Steven immediately followed up: "Old William, our new store is opening. In order to build a reputation, we offer such a high price. Don't miss it."
"Steven, any house in Huicheng costs more than five million. I cannot accept your price. I have no other purpose in selling paintings. It is purely to buy a house, otherwise there is no need."
"I have a suggestion here. The houses in Shaocheng next door are relatively cheap. The house prices are only one-third of those in Huicheng. You can consider it."
Steven helped out with a bad idea.
Shaoguan is located to the north of Huicheng and at the junction of three states. It is strictly an inland area.
"Nonono, except for Huicheng, Shencheng and Xiangcheng, as well as the capital Zhucheng, other cities will not be considered for the time being." Old William directly expressed his attitude.
Among these cities, Huicheng has the cheapest housing prices, and Zhucheng, the most expensive, is more than three times as expensive as Huicheng. If he had a choice, he would definitely choose Zhucheng.
Zhang Hao spread his hands: "Old William, we won't play tricks with you. Five million is our bottom line, and it's impossible to add even a dime."
"How about eight million? I can buy a smaller house."
Old William offered his intended price.
"Sorry, we really can't agree."
Zhang Hao shook his head.
"Steven, there is a proverb in the East, 'When a fellow villager meets a fellow villager, his eyes well up with tears.' For the sake of my fellow villagers, can you help me?"
Old William put his hope in the other party.
Steven sighed: "Old William, if I were you, I would definitely give up when things get better. Most people are in danger right now. The market situation will only get worse and worse, and the housing prices in Huicheng are still rising. This
One decrease and one increase, the difference is not just one or two points."
"I know, but I'm really unwilling."
Old William gave his thigh a hard hammer.
"Then there's nothing I can do to help."
Steven gave up persuasion.
"Old William, why don't you go back and think about it again? I can make you a promise. The offer of five million will be valid until this weekend."
Zhang Hao showed off his guests.
Just now the waiter came to report that another big customer came to the store. This time it was also an oil painting, and it was by Van Gogh, who seemed to be more famous than Monet.