"Mr. Jiang, your price is a bit expensive," Huang Bingrui said immediately.
As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, the nanny pulled her back.
Huang Bingrui looked over, and the nanny whispered: "This scroll of Zhang Guolao meeting the Ming Emperor was already worth more than six million when Mr. Huang bought it. Now after so many years, it will definitely increase in value. Eventually.
The important thing is that what this person brought is the subsequent layers of the scroll. If you can buy it and put all the layers of paper together, it will be the only authentic and priceless thing! Ten million is not much."
Huang Bingrui was shocked when he heard this. He didn't understand calligraphy and painting, so he naturally didn't understand how something like this painted with ink could be worth so much money.
Of course, the main value of a collection lies in its rarity, and he still understands this.
If Jin Zhengqing doesn't buy it, Jiang Zhihao can continue to unmount it and sell it layer by layer. It is normal for each layer to sell for three to five million depending on the intensity of the brush and ink.
If it is bought, then only Jin Zhengqing in the world owns this painting, and its value will immediately double.
The price of 10 million is not a painting, but a unique one!
"Okay, I'll transfer the money to you right away." Jin Zhengqing had no intention of bargaining and settled the matter with a wave of his hand.
Ten minutes later, a transfer of 10 million was credited to Jiang Zhihao's account.
"I have offended my little brothers so much before. Please forgive me. I was blind." After Jin Zhengqing put away the scroll, he solemnly apologized.
Jiang Zhihao shook his head with a smile and said: "Mr. Jin, you don't have to be polite. If it were me, I wouldn't believe it easily. But those layers of paper are very old. If you want to restore them, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort."
"I understand this and I should do my best." Jin Zhengqing said.
With this deal, the relationship between the old and the young quickly improved.
Jiang Zhihao looks young, but he is actually over a hundred years old. Compared with his knowledge of collectibles, he is not much worse than Jin Zhengqing.
At this age, there are very few people who can have this kind of insight. Jin Zhengqing was very happy to see him, and his affection for this young man skyrocketed.
On the other hand, Huang Bingrui felt very embarrassed.
At first, he thought Jiang Zhihao was a liar and said something he shouldn't have said. Now it turned out that he was indeed capable, and everything he said before became "evidence" that made him blush.
I wanted to apologize, but I couldn't get a word in, so I could only sit there and watch Jin Zhengqing and Jiang Zhihao chat.
Fortunately, at this time, his cell phone rang, which slightly relieved the embarrassment in his heart.
After connecting the phone, Huang Bingrui walked aside and heard the anxious voice of the company's vice president: "Something happened! The exploration team encountered a mudslide in the mountains. Although they escaped in time, one of them was hit on the head, and two others were hit.
Broken arms and legs!”
Huang Bingrui's face turned pale when he heard this, and his head was buzzing.
Only three words echoed in his mind: "Mudslide!"
Subconsciously looking at Jiang Zhihao, who was talking to Jin Zhengqing over there, Huang Bingrui's face was full of disbelief.
He clearly remembered the first time he met this young man and asked him for his advice for the future. The other person replied: "My intuition tells me that the more mysterious the place, the more likely it is to encounter danger. Just like the deep mountains you said,
Mudslides often occur, and if you don't investigate carefully, you will be in trouble if you encounter such natural and man-made disasters."
At that time, Huang Bingrui only thought this was a kind reminder, but now he suddenly realized that it was not aimless.