Hong Zilin's voice was silent for a few seconds, and then he said: "It's not entirely because of money. The main thing is that we all like this painting..."
"One hundred million!" Jiang Zhihao said solemnly: "This is the final price. If you think you have the ability to sell this painting for a higher price, then you can find another buyer."
His words were so straightforward that Hong Zilin didn't know what to say.
Although everyone knows that collectors are actually another kind of businessmen, they should take care of their face at least and cannot directly use antique antiques as a tool to make money.
To put it bluntly, this is being a bitch and wanting to build a memorial arch at the same time.
However, the price given by Jiang Zhihao really made Hong Zilin very excited. If he agreed to the deal now, he would immediately earn back 40 million.
Forty million!
How many people work hard all their lives, but may not even earn a quarter of the money. They just hold the painting in their hands for a while and earn so much in vain.
Although this "Tiannu Scattering Flowers" painting may have a chance of fetching a higher price if it creates a very high momentum, but to be honest, no one dares to guarantee it.
Many auction items are sold at sky-high prices because they are deliberately raising the price, so that no matter who they sell to in the future, they can sell it at a high price. In fact, if there were not those behind the price hike, the real price may have shrunk by half.
more than.
It was precisely because he understood the fishy nature of it that Hong Zilin hesitated, and rationally told him that agreeing to Jiang Zhihao was the best choice, bar none.
You can make money, and you can make friends with this young man who has a good relationship with Ji Zimo and is very experienced in collecting antiques. Why not?
Thinking of this, Hong Zilin smiled and said: "Okay, since Mr. Jiang has said so, I don't want to take advantage of others. Where are you now? I will send the painting over right away."
"I'm in Hehua City and have some things to do. I may not go back in a few days. You can send the painting directly to Jiawei. There is a woman named Wang Yingjun there. Just give it to her." Jiang Zhihao said.
"Hehua City? Is it Hehua City in Jiangnan?" Hong Zilin asked.
Jiang Zhihao hummed and said, "Yes."
"That's such a coincidence! Chairman Ji must not have told you that I am from Hehua City!" Hong Zilin laughed happily and said, "This is fate. I didn't expect Mr. Jiang to come here.
That's just right, I'll go directly to you with the painting and let's meet and chat."
Jiang Zhihao was startled when he heard this. He really didn't expect that Hong Zilin was from Hehua City.
He didn't know much about this place in his previous life. Most things were related to the Meng family. Hong Zilin, a master collector with a net worth of several billion, was not among his friends.
Since both parties were in the same city, Jiang Zhihao said: "I have to go to the hospital first. I'm not in a hurry to get the painting. Just wait for my news."
"Hospital? Is your friend sick? Do you need help? I basically know all the experts in Hehua." Hong Zilin said.
"It's not clear yet. If necessary, we'll talk about it later," Jiang Zhihao said.
"Okay, then I'll wait for your call." Hong Zilin said.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhihao looked outside.
Through the car window, you can see this small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Compared with the memory, there is not much difference. The atmosphere of those historical relics has been completely eliminated in this modern city. What can still be preserved are a few sections of ancient city walls and family ancestral houses that have been passed down for more than a hundred years.
The Meng family used to have their ancestral home, but unfortunately it was lost to a prodigal son decades ago. Now it is the home of another big family, which is considered one of the shames of the Meng family.