"Brother Ma, just because of your ancestor's reputation, it stands to reason that I shouldn't pay back the price you set, but the price is really a bit too high, isn't it?"
Miao Liuzhi paused on the ground with the crutch he was leaning on, and said: "Brother, you also know that the current housing price in Beijing is only 800 yuan per square meter, and the kids all like to live in buildings with heating. That's right.
I am an old man, otherwise few people would be willing to live in a courtyard house..."
Miao Liuzhi was telling the truth. In 1998, we were in the early stages of real estate reform, and people's concept and awareness of living in public housing had not yet changed. As long as they went to work, regardless of dormitories or unified allocation, the state would always provide room.
House to live in.
In this case, no one is willing to spend their own money to buy a house, and the public housing of the unit is sold to private individuals, which can be converted into service years. A house of 100 square meters can be bought for only a few thousand yuan.
Of course, those people who got rich first also have the purchasing power to buy houses. However, the first choice of the nouveau riche when buying a house is naturally a villa. How can they look at these dilapidated courtyard houses?
So although Ma Yuetian's house is nice, it is really difficult to sell, because people who like to live in it can't afford it, and people who can afford it can't afford it, otherwise he wouldn't ask Zhou Lihong to help recommend the purchase.
Home.
According to the market price, a courtyard house is even slightly cheaper than a building. Ma Yuetian's house costs only 120,000 to 300,000 yuan. His asking price of 2 million yuan is indeed a bit high.
After hearing what Miao Liuzhi said, Ma Yuetian shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Brother, what you said makes sense, but I won't sell this house for less than 2 million."
If it weren't for his son, how could Ma Yuetian sell his ancestral home? This time he sold his home and went abroad. He had no intention of coming back because he really had no shame in meeting his ancestors.
Ma Yuetian's attitude was so resolute that Miao Liuzhi didn't know what to say for a while. He knew that two million was far beyond the market price. Naturally, he refused to agree, and the situation was a bit stalemate for a while.
Seeing that Miao Liuzhi and Ma Yuetian were not giving in, Qin Feng walked to the side of the long case and said with a smile: "Mr. Ma, do you usually like to write?"
"I am from the National Calligraphy Association..."
Ma Yuetian glanced at Qin Feng, and his words were a bit sarcastic. His character was a bit withdrawn. Otherwise, if he had lived to this age, there would be many rich people in the calligraphy association. He would not have sold his house for two or three million.
Qin Fengquan pretended not to see Ma Yuetian's impatience. He wandered around the long case for a long time. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he pointed at an inkstone on the long case and said: "Mr. Ma, your inkstone is pretty good. Shilong Wenbo
, It’s a good Duan Inkstone. I’m afraid it’s an old object.”
"Oh? Young man, do you still know about inkstones?" Ma Yuetian glanced at Qin Feng in surprise and said, "Tell me, what is Duan Inkstone?"
"Mr. Ma, are you testing me?"
Qin Feng laughed when he heard this and said: "The material of Duan Inkstone is taken from Lanhe Mountain in Duanxi, southeast of Guangdong Province. Because it is "light in weight, hard and soft in texture, and feels lonely and has no sound when touched", it has been used since the Tang Dynasty.
Very popular among literati and bachelors.
In addition, the stone inkstones of Duan Inkstone have beautiful textures, different names, more complex processing techniques, and higher and higher status, so they have risen to the top of the list of stone inkstones in my country.
The square inkstone you have, Mr. Ma, is simple and elegant, with the dragon shape carved along the grain. I am afraid it is an object from the Song Dynasty. Although the price of the inkstone is not very high now, it can still be worth thirty to fifty thousand yuan."
"Huh? Young man, you know a lot. You are right. This is indeed the best of Duan Inkstones..."
Ma Yuetian's eyes showed a hint of amusement, and he said: "I bought this thing from Panjiayuan six years ago. Not many people knew it at the time. Now I want to buy it, but it's expensive but not available..."
People who like calligraphy and painting are basically collectors of the Four Treasures of the Study. Ma Yuetian bought this Fang Duan Inkstone for fifty yuan. It was a big mistake and he usually likes to brag about it to others.
Of course, there are times when there are leaks and there are times when there are holes. There are twenty or thirty square meters of ancient inkstones placed on this long table, and most of them are imitations from the late Qing Dynasty. In total, he doesn't take much advantage.
"Mr. Ma has good eyesight. This stone dragon inkstone has a simple shape, and most people really don't recognize it." The flattery was worthless, so Qin Feng was so excited that he started taking pictures.
"Of course, now Lao Yu and they all regret it to death."
Qin Feng's words really scratched Ma Yuetian's itch. When he looked at Qin Feng again, he became more pleasing to the eye and said: "You are different from other young people. You also know how to study. Today's young people
, they are all obsessed with money."
"Of course, Mr. Ma, I, Brother Feng, am a disciple of Master Qi Gong."
Xie Xuan on the side was still young after all, and he couldn't bear the trouble. He couldn't stand the way Ma Yuetian relied on his old age, so he revealed Qin Feng's identity as a disciple of Qi Gong.
"Mr. Qi's disciple?"
When Ma Yuetian heard this, he immediately stood up from his chair and said incredulously: "Some time ago, I heard that Mr. Qi had accepted another disciple. Is it you?"
To talk about Qi Gong's influence in the country, the first priority is his attainments in calligraphy. Although his calligraphy has been widely spread due to his response to requests, and the price is not very high, the old man's achievements in the art of calligraphy are obvious to all.
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Although Ma Yuetian was aloof and arrogant, he still looked up to Qi Lao, who was like Mount Tai and Beidou in the calligraphy world. After learning about Qin Feng's identity, the original slightness disappeared without a trace.
"Thanks to the teacher's persistence, I just became a disciple of his old man some time ago." Qin Feng said with a humble face: "Mr. Ma, I'm just a late learner. I'm far behind you."
"Haha, you're not even an outsider."
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Ma Yuetian's face suddenly felt like a spring breeze, and he said with a smile: "I have received guidance from Mr. Qi before. We have some connections."
Ma Yuetian's words are actually putting gold on his own face.
You must know that Qi Gong used to be a teacher and taught more than tens of millions of students. Anyone who listened to his classes can say that they have received guidance, but that is far from being a true disciple.
"Really? Then shouldn't I have to call you Senior Brother?"
Qin Feng was on the snake-killing stick, and a shout from his senior brother made Ma Yuetian smile happily and said: "Since we are not outsiders, let's do this, Qin Feng, I will sell this house to you for 1 million for a further discount of 200,000. What do you think?"
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After working in the calligraphy world all his life, Ma Yuetian has only been mixed up. When he was about to go abroad, he wanted to form a good relationship. With a junior like Qin Feng, wouldn't it be natural for him to be promoted to Qi Lao's
Are you an apprentice?
"Don't bother me, Senior Brother Ma. Since we are acquaintances, I can't let you suffer."
Qin Feng waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Well, senior brother, you know that I also practice calligraphy. How about... let's use your set of pens, inks, paper and inkstones as a companion. It's only two million, and we won't lower the price."
"this……"
Ma Yuetian hesitated after hearing this. To be honest, he really liked that Fang Duan Inkstone. He had planned to take it with him when he went abroad, but he felt a little reluctant to part with it.
"Senior Brother Ma, as the saying goes, a gentleman does not take away what others like. This Duan Inkstone is too precious and I dare not ask for it."
Qin Feng observed his words, and when he saw Ma Yuetian's appearance, he immediately changed his words and said, "Brother Duanyan, take it away, and give the remaining inkstones, paper and pens to me, how about giving it to me?"
"Oh, brother Qin, don't you want the inkstone?"
Ma Yuetian was stunned for a moment. Among his items, although the rice paper was the best in Hui Province, it cost only six to seven hundred yuan per cut. The most valuable among them was the Fang Duan Inkstone.
"How dare I ask for the items that senior brother likes?" Qin Feng smiled and shook his head and said, "Senior brother, if you are going abroad, you probably won't take the rest of the things with you, right? It will save me the trouble of buying them again."
"Okay, then as Brother Qin said, except for this Fang Duan Inkstone, the rest will be given to me."
Ma Yuetian didn't hesitate anymore. He had been selling this house for more than three months, and no one was willing to buy it. Now he can sell it for two million, and he only adds some four treasures of the study worth several thousand yuan. He is taking advantage of it.
Already.
It's just that Ma Yuetian didn't see that after he agreed, Miao Liuzhi and Xie Xuan next to Qin Feng seemed to have strange eyes, and they would glance at the long case from time to time.
"Okay, Senior Brother Ma, that's what we've settled on."
Qin Feng stood up with a smile and said: "Senior Brother Ma, I am going to Henan Province on a business trip tomorrow. It will probably take a week to come back. How about you wait and see if we can handle the formalities later?"
"A week?" Ma Yuetian was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile: "Brother Qin, if you can only do it in a week, I might already be in the United States."
Ma Yuetian didn't lie. Although he didn't raise enough money, Ma Yuetian, who was afraid that something might happen to his son, had already booked a flight. He also handed over the house to a real estate agency and planned to take care of his son first.
"Well then, Brother Ma, it's obviously too late to go through the transfer process today."
Qin Feng thought for a moment and said, "How about this? I'll ask Mr. Miao to accompany you to go through the transfer procedures tomorrow. What do you think?"
Although he is dozens of years younger than Ma Yuetian, Qin Feng is way better than him when it comes to worldliness and business. The more he wants to buy, the more indifferent he has to be, otherwise he will give people a way to manipulate him.
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"Okay, just do what brother Qin said." Ma Yuetian also knew now that although an old man came with him, the one who paid the money should still be Qin Feng, a disciple of Qi Gong.
"Then let's say goodbye, Senior Brother Ma. You may have already gone to the United States when I come back. I wish you a safe journey first!"
Qin Feng stood up as he spoke without even glancing at the long case. After Miao Liuzhi and Ma Yuetian exchanged their contact information, Ma Yuetian escorted him out of the courtyard.
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