Li Yiyang didn't talk nonsense. He raised a hand and said: "Fifty million!"
"Is fifty million too much?" Wang Haiyang didn't know much about collecting, but when he heard fifty million, he thought it was too high.
He only bought it for 260,000 yuan. Even if he missed it and bought Wang Wei's extinct calligraphy and painting, it wouldn't be such a high price, right?
Liu Hongen on the side couldn't help but said: "Old man Zheng, if you find it too expensive, I will accept this painting."
"What you're thinking is quite beautiful. This is the only genuine product in the world. It's something you can't buy no matter how much money you spend. It finally came to your door. How could I miss it?" Zheng Shunyao blew his beard and glared anxiously.
Then he glared at his cousin and said, "As a member of the Calligraphy Association, you naturally don't understand the value of collections.
This seems to be just a painting, but it is the only painting left in the world. Do you know what uniqueness means?
Fifty million is expensive, it’s not expensive at all!”
There are not even ten thousand but a thousand collections in his home. Rare calligraphy and paintings like this are the most valuable to collect.
Even though it’s a bit expensive to buy it for 50 million now, in ten years, twenty years, or even fifty years later, the value of this painting will definitely increase several times.
Moreover, he has always liked Wang Wei's paintings, especially this "Spring Creek Picture". He originally thought that he would never see the original painting in this life.
Unexpectedly, there is still a chance to collect the real thing.
If he gave up this collection because of the price, that would be the biggest stupidity.
Wang Haiyang was sprayed bloody by his cousin, but he did not dare to complain.
What shocked him at the same time was that he didn't expect that a piece of calligraphy and painting could be sold for such a high price as 50 million.
And judging from his cousin's expression, he looked like he had made a lot of money.
It was really hard for him to understand, were collectibles really so valuable?
Ignoring his nephew's shocked expression, Zheng Shunyao was afraid that Li Yiyang would regret it, so he called the bank directly and asked him to transfer 50 million to Li Yiyang's account.
Soon Li Yiyang received the news that 50 million had been received, but his expression did not show any excitement.
If it were an ordinary person, if 260,000 yuan turned into 50 million yuan, he would probably go crazy with joy, right?
His reaction surprised Zheng Shunyao, but it can also be seen from this that this Li Yiyang is not an ordinary person.
"Xiao Li, I really don't know how to thank you. You have fulfilled my dream!" He excitedly held Li Yiyang's hand.
Li Yiyang smiled: "I have to thank Mr. Zheng for being willing to accept my calligraphy and painting and helping me solve the financial problem."
"You two, please don't just thank me. It's not disgusting!" Liu Hongen said with a cold face.
Such an extinct thing was actually taken away by the old guy Zheng Shunyao and showed off again in the future.
However, this painting is indeed more suitable to be in the hands of Zheng Shunyao.
He has seen too many rare cultural relics in his life, so when he saw Wang Wei's "Spring Creek Picture", apart from being surprised at the beginning, he became much calmer later on.
Even if he did buy it back, I'm afraid he wouldn't care for it like he did.
However, it makes me a little unhappy to think that Li Yiyang sold it to him instead of selling it to him.
Looking at the man who was having a bad temper again, Zheng Shunyao still didn't know what he was thinking, so he said: "Don't feel unhappy. The reason why Xiao Li sold the painting to me is because he knows that I am not as knowledgeable as you. I want to
Just let me know more about it!"
"Who is unhappy? Am I such a stingy person?" Liu Hongen immediately denied it.
"If you're not unhappy, then you're acting like a face, making it seem like I owe you money."
Listening to the bickering of the two old naughty boys, Li Yiyang, Wang Haiyang and others could only look at each other and smile helplessly.
After the transaction was completed, Zheng Shunyao carefully put the painting away. As for the previous copy, it was destroyed when Li Yiyang cut it.
Although it is a little pity, if it is not destroyed, the real painting will never be seen in the world.
Exchanging it for an authentic piece reflects its value.
Then everyone came to the living room to sit and chat, and Wang Haiyang immediately asked the nanny to make tea.
Li Yiyang's extraordinary conversation once again gave everyone present a new understanding of him.
"Xiao Li, you are so young and have such experience and knowledge, how valuable it is?!" Zheng Shunyao said with emotion.
"Compared with my second brother, I still have a lot to learn." Li Yiyang has always maintained a humble and studious attitude.
Although in his previous life, his collecting experience was indeed no worse than Zheng Shunyao's.
But now, given his age, he should show a humble attitude instead of being arrogant.
His attitude once again refreshed the two elders' good impression of Li Yiyang.
"Is this calligraphy written by Mr. Zheng? These words are vigorous and powerful, flowing like clouds and smoke, and the strokes are like clouds and smoke. They are really good calligraphy."
"Li Yiyang couldn't help but praise when he saw the words on the coffee table.
In his previous life, he also practiced calligraphy, and his skill reached a professional level.
At the same time, I also took a job as a sinecure in the Calligraphy Association to gild myself.
Therefore, calligraphy is always evaluated subconsciously.
"Why, Xiao Li is also knowledgeable in calligraphy?" Zheng Shunyao asked curiously.
Li Yiyang smiled and said: "My father-in-law also likes to practice calligraphy. He said that practicing calligraphy is the best way to cultivate one's moral character and cultivate one's sentiments, so he has done some research on it."
"Your father-in-law is right. Practicing calligraphy is the most calming thing. When I have time to meet with your father-in-law, we can discuss something together."
"Okay, my father-in-law would be extremely happy if he knew it was Mr. Zheng who asked to meet him."
"The calligraphy competition is the day after tomorrow. You can bring your father-in-law to the event to experience it!" Wang Haiyang suggested.
Zheng Shunyao agreed with this proposal.
Li Yiyang did not refuse, maybe he could take this opportunity to ease the relationship with his father-in-law: "Then thank you, President Wang."
After chatting, it was noon before we knew it, and everyone had a meal together at a nearby hotel.
Then Li Yiyang and Zheng Shunyao exchanged phone numbers and left.
Tomorrow is the day for the auction of the villa halfway up the mountain, and Li Yiyang is bound to win it.
A day passed in a flash, and Li Yiyang arrived at the villa auction hall. There were many people attending the auction.
As the sales manager of this real estate company, Zhang You came to the scene early, and with his sharp eyes, he spotted Li Yiyang at a glance.
"Mr. Li, are you also coming to participate in the villa auction?"
Li Yiyang remembered Xiaohui saying that Zhang You worked as a manager in a real estate company, but he didn't expect that he was the manager of this company.
He nodded: "Yes, why do you work in this company?"
"I am the sales manager here, and I recommended this villa to Mrs. Li before, but Mrs. Li had no money and refused.
Now it seems that it is not that I have no money, but that I am low-key!
By the way, why don't you see Mrs. Li?" He looked around.
Li Yiyang smiled and said: "I didn't tell her I was here, I planned to give her a surprise then."
From Li Yiyang's tone, it seemed that he was bound to get this house. Zhang You immediately said: "Mr. Li is also very kind to your wife. Your wife will be very happy if she knows that you bought this villa.
When I showed her the sample picture before, she seemed to like it very much.
Li Yiyang didn't know about this, and he didn't hear Wen Xiaohui mention buying a villa.
Her sensibleness and understanding made him feel sorry for her.