The couple looked at each other, pulled aside, and whispered.
"Do you really want to sell it?"
The woman was a little hesitant, "This is a gift from Fatty to everyone. It won't sell well...if the news reaches Hua Yang, will he be angry?"
"Do you think Hua Yang is such a stingy person?
What's more, it's our own business to deal with the things we send out. Huayanggui people are busy, so they won't care about us."
"You mean, sell it?"
"I tend to sell it. After all, the Spring Festival couplets are just for luck. I can ask Ye Xuan or Lao He to write another one for twenty or thirty yuan and it will be done.
"On the contrary, Pang Dun'er's Spring Festival couplets can be sold for a lot of money."
Tao Xin's eyes showed greed.
Who would mind having too much money?
As for the artistic value of Spring Festival couplets... they only think they look good, but it is definitely not as important as money.
"Think about it, after we put it up, it will break soon. If you put it at home, it will be no different from waste paper. If someone buys it, why not sell it?"
Tao Xin continued.
His wife was convinced, “Well, how much is appropriate?
Do you want to ask Li He or Huayang?"
"Oh, you go and ask?
I resold someone else's gift and then confidently inquired about the price. How do you feel?"
Tao Xin rolled his eyes.
The two had an exchange.
Tao Xin turned around and compared numbers with Rong Shijun, "It's still 100,000 yuan! Pang Dun'er is the champion of the Holy Grail of Books, and it's definitely worth the price."
Rong Shijun almost laughed out loud.
Farmers are farmers...that's how the vision is.
Although the Spring Festival couplets are not as precious as other calligraphy works such as poems and articles, and are not signed, they are still the works of Pang Dun'er.
Rong Shijun was sure that he could easily find a buyer with a higher price.
Whether he continues to collect it or resells it to earn the difference, it will be beneficial and harmless to him.
Just 100,000 yuan!
"This... is a bit high."
Rong Shijun seemed very embarrassed, "It's just a Spring Festival couplet. It doesn't even have a signature or seal. In fact, it's worthless at all."
"Take it out, who knew it was the work of Pang Dun'er?
If it were you, would you buy it with 100,000 yuan?"
"This..." Tao Xin hesitated. If it were him, 100 yuan would be too expensive.
The woman frowned and couldn't help but interrupt: "80,000 yuan, whether you like it or not."
"Yes, it's 80,000 yuan. We won't sell it for a penny less. We'll keep it for ourselves."
The stalemate lasted for more than ten seconds.
Rong Shijun smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, then 80,000 yuan... take out the paper and pen, let's sign a simple sales contract, and the money and goods will be cleared."
"The people in the city are really troublesome. Are you afraid that I will regret it?"
"that is."
The couple complained, but they quickly took out pen and paper.
Rong Shijun produced a handwritten contract, "You sign and fingerprint, and then we go to the cooperative in the town to transfer the money."
"Can."
The two of them signed, and Rong Shijun carefully folded the Spring Festival couplets and put them into the document bag.
…
In addition to Rong Shijun, there are others who are eyeing the Spring Festival couplets.
"Boss Dai said that as long as it's Chuang Dun'er's Spring Festival couplets, and the price doesn't exceed 130,000 yuan, I'll buy them all.
"For every painting we receive, we will be paid 20,000 yuan."
In a house on the slope of Yagyu Village.
Wang Zhitian, a pock-marked young man, was discussing important matters with his four brothers.
Wang Zhitian has been working hard to start a business in the city over the years, but unfortunately his career has not been going well. Some time ago, the company closed down at a loss.
Although he heard that the village was developing very well, he didn't believe it. He was just a farmer in the village and had no social status at all.
He had no idea of returning to the village before.
When he was in financial distress, a big boss heard that he was a villager in Yagyu Village and introduced him through a friend.
The big boss knew Wang Zhitian.
Originally, I wanted to use Wang Zhitian's relationship to get acquainted with Fat Dun'er's owner.
Unexpectedly, Li He sent Wang Zhitian away before he came to the door.
How could Zhou Huayang be interested in getting to know the CEO of a certain company?
Later, the big boss heard about the Spring Festival couplets presented by Fat Duner of Yagyu Village.
This task was entrusted.
At first, Wang Zhitian thought that the big boss was crazy.
You can purchase a Spring Festival couplet for up to 130,000 yuan!
Just unbelievable.
What’s even more surprising is that the Spring Festival couplets were written by a pig!
A pig can actually write, and the price of his works is terrifying.
"What kind of world is this? Even if third-rate actors and popular celebrities are paid sky-high salaries, a pig's scribblings can still be sold for more than 100,000 yuan?
It simply subverted my three views.”
Wang Zhitian complained.
He changed the topic and murmured to himself, "As long as you can make money.
"No more than 130,000 yuan, which means that as long as we keep the purchase price as low as possible, we may earn more than the price difference.
"Otherwise, there will be a lot of forgeries. Isn't it difficult to imitate the characters of a pig?"
He had a wrong idea.
When he saw the Spring Festival couplets that a companion stole from his old father, Wang Zhitian was dumbfounded, "Can a pig write this?"
"Hey, Brother Wang, don't you pay attention to online news?
Pang Duner is so famous that reporters have come to interview them several times. Not only are they an internet celebrity, they also won the Holy Grail of Books some time ago!
"Otherwise, why do you think the boss in the city would pay a high price for it?"
Wang Yan, who was holding the Spring Festival couplets, chuckled.
He lowered his voice and said, "I will sell this Spring Festival couplet to you for 120,000 yuan, and you will make a net profit of 10,000 yuan in price difference and 20,000 yuan in remuneration."
Just earned 30,000 yuan?
Wang Zhitian felt like he was dreaming.
It’s totally worthless. In the past, it was considered a big deal to earn thirty or forty thousand a month from hard work.
"good."
Wang Zhitian took the Spring Festival couplets, "But I have to wait until I see Boss Dai in person to make sure he doesn't fool me again."
"Okay, I'll go with you and talk to him face to face."
Wang Yan said.
That's how things were settled.
On the same day, the two of them rushed to the agreed place, Jiangzhou.
Meet that boss Dai.
"Yes, that's its name."
Dai Feixing is not only a rich man with a net worth of billions, but also has extremely high attainments in calligraphy, painting and calligraphy.
When he was writing the Holy Grail, he was at the scene and had seen Pang Dun'er's works up close.
The unique style of Fat Duner's handwriting was immediately recognizable.
He learned about the Spring Festival couplets from a friend in the calligraphy association, and then he had the idea of acquiring a large number of them for collection.
As long as he does a little hype and marketing, he is very confident that he can sell the Spring Festival couplets for at least hundreds of thousands of yuan before the Spring Festival!
After all, there are many arty rich people in China.
"I will immediately ask my assistant to transfer the money to your card, 130,000 yuan."
"Well, can it be higher..." Wang Yan was a little greedy.
Dai Feixing glanced at him coldly, a little unhappy, "I'll accept it as soon as it's good. Do you think there will be someone who bids higher than me?"
"When I leave the house, I won't accept this Spring Festival couplet from you again."
How can these two country bumpkins have the connections and resources to find buyers?
"Well, 130,000 yuan, 130,000 yuan is already very high."
Wang Zhitian quickly covered Wang Yan's mouth.
The deal is settled.
That night, Wang Zhitian and Wang Yan returned to the village happily and started a plan to acquire Spring Festival couplets.