He is not afraid that the young master of the Song family will regret it. As long as the other party still has sense, he should understand that continuing to deal with him will definitely do more harm than good.
After leaving the room, one of his subordinates said to Song Chenghui unconvinced: "Young Master Song, are we really leaving like this? Otherwise, I will call a few more people to come and deal with him, and I will ensure that he is dealt with properly!"
"Get your fucking head off!" Song Chenghui slapped him in the face and scolded him with a gloomy face: "You two trash can't even beat me two against one, but you still have the nerve to pretend to be experts in front of me. Now I have something to do with you."
If you do it again in his hands, do you want me to die? Get away as far as you want, you are useless!"
Song Chenghui was really angry this time. He promised to teach a blind guy a lesson, but in the end he suffered the loss.
Even though this was one-third of the Song family's land, he couldn't do anything unless Jiang Zhihao deleted the video.
The more Song Chenghui thought about it, the angrier he became. He wished he could throw these two useless men into the river to feed the fish.
Two days later, Li Tianyuan came here with a man with long gray hair and a cloth robe.
This is exactly the master of copying that Jiang Zhihao mentioned, the man named Xiong Jiushan.
In today's era, Xiong Jiushan is only a slightly famous copy master, but twenty-five years later, he became famous and became a master after being employed by the National Museum.
"Mr. Jiang, I always feel that this matter is difficult. The Song family may not agree to our request." Li Tianyuan said doubtfully on the way.
Jiang Zhihao smiled and said: "Don't worry, they will definitely agree."
Li Tianyuan didn't understand where his confidence came from, but since he agreed to leave the matter to Jiang Zhihao, he couldn't say much now.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the Song family.
In the living room, I saw Song Baotian, Song Chenghui and others.
"Mr. Li, I wonder why you came here today?" Song Baotian pretended not to know, but judging from his expression, it seemed quite true.
Li Tianyuan secretly scolded this guy for pretending, but he still had to smile and said: "It's all because of that painting."
"Oh, didn't I tell you about that painting? It was sold by your father to my father. It's normal for you not to know about the transactions of the older generation. If the Li family really wants it, just buy it back at the original price, and we will do the same.
Not seeking to make money." Song Baotian looked very generous.
If it wasn't for the sake of the overall situation, Li Tianyuan really wanted to smash him to death with a bench. What kind of bullshit is this? If you don't want to make money, let our Li family pay to buy it back, and you will make a fortune!
Holding back the anger in his heart, Li Tianyuan said: "You and I both know the ownership of this painting, so we won't discuss it further. I came today just to ask the Song family for a favor. My father really likes this painting.
If you really don’t want to give it, that’s fine. I’ll bring a copying expert this time, and you’ll let him copy the painting, and I’ll take it back to my father’s grave and burn it, so that’s a worry.”
Song Baotian glanced at Jiang Zhihao and Xiong Jiushan, chuckled, and said: "Mr. Li, I'm really sorry. This painting has been sealed because there will be an important guest to appreciate it in a few days. Otherwise, why don't you leave?
Will you ask again?"
Li Tianyuan thought that Song Baotian would refuse, but he didn't expect that he would refuse so casually, and he simply didn't take the Li family seriously.
At this moment, he already felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have been tough with the Song family. If he didn't teach them a lesson, he didn't even know that Lord Ma had three eyes!
At this time, Song Chenghui on the side suddenly said: "Second uncle, I think it is not easy for Mr. Li to come all the way, otherwise we should agree to them. We have nothing to lose by copying a painting, so why should we reject people thousands of miles away?"