Wang Bo nodded repeatedly and comforted them by saying that it was not a pyramid scheme, but that this thing was introduced from abroad. Now even if he really wanted to do it, he couldn't go abroad to do it, so what else would it count for? Export to domestic sales and then to export
As for the source of the money, it’s easy to explain. He said that now foreign countries are helping students do import and export trade. Foreigners are stupid and have so much money that it’s easy to fool them.
In this way, his parents felt more at ease, and Wang Bo persuaded them to spend their money with confidence. They must take care of themselves when he is not around and will go back after a while.
Although his parents missed him, they still disagreed when they heard that he was coming back. They asked him to do business with peace of mind. They knew that the distance between New Zealand and China was so long that a round-trip air ticket was quite expensive.
After hanging up the phone, Wang Bo got on the helicopter and prepared to return to the town. Now that he had money in his pocket, he also felt strong. When he got back, he started to develop the town: start with building roads. As the old saying goes, if you want to be rich and have children, build more roads. .
The helicopter was about to start, and the cell phone rang suddenly. The two looked at each other, and then Charlie became angry: "I told you several times that you have to turn off your phone when flying in a helicopter! I have to use the radio..."
"Is this your cell phone ringtone?" Wang Bo took out his cell phone, and the screen was dark.
Charlie's mouth twitched, he took out his cell phone and saw that someone had indeed called, and said strangely: "Hey, why did someone from Christie's call again? A farewell call? This service is really good."
He answered the phone, but after hearing only a few words, his expression suddenly changed.
Lao Wang was frightened and asked, "Is there something wrong with the box?"
Charlie closed the rotating wings, looked at Wang Bo and said, "Where did you put that copy of "Gulf Hymn"?"
Lao Wang pointed to the seat behind and said, "What's going on over there?"
"It's worth tens of millions, it's worth tens of millions! Hurry up and put it away!"
"Haha, today is not April Fool's Day." Wang Bo said with a smile.
A few minutes later, the news was confirmed. Charlie was not joking, and today was indeed not April Fools' Day. But if the "Gulf Poems" in his hand was really the "Gulf Psalms" reported in the news, it would really be worth tens of millions, in US dollars. !
His translation of the name of this little book is wrong. The Gulf Poems is just an ordinary translation. What really represents its identity is the name "Gulf Hymns".
After getting the news earlier, Charlie searched the Internet. The most related news on Google was that the book was sold to a wealthy Jewish businessman for US$14.16 million at Sotheby's auction house's just-concluded autumn auction.
Wang Bo thought this book looked like an antique, but in fact it was. This collection of poems was a collection of folk hymns translated from Hebrew. It was published in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in 1640, and was the first in American history. This printed book!
In addition to the book in his hand, there are now only 11 copies of "Gulf Hymns" in the world.
Speaking of which, 11 books are not too many, but because the outside world has always believed that this book marks "the beginning of American literature" and the beginning of the world's printing industry, it is extremely valuable.
When Charlie said this, Wang Bo interrupted him and said: "Isn't the beginning of the world's printing industry the invention of movable type printing in our country?"
Charlie was convinced: "I said you are really patriotic!"
"That's necessary. I'm in Cao's camp and my heart is in Han!" Lao Wang said loudly.
"Traitor!"
"Besides, I'll beat you up, you know my fighting ability."
The two got off the helicopter and went directly to the Green Olive five-star hotel to wait for Christie's people. This time Christie's came to contact them not two experts, but a middle-aged white man with extraordinary bearing.
Someone later introduced that this was the regional president of Christie's in New Zealand and Australia, named Adams Georgetown, who was specifically responsible for Christie's auction locations in Australia.
Christie's auction house is one of the two top auction houses in the world, together with Sotheby's. Their auction items bring together fine works of art, watches, jewelry, cars, and wines from all over the world. Their offices are located in 90 major cities around the world, and auctions are held regularly in 16 locations around the world.
Among them, Christie's fixed-point auction addresses are mainly concentrated in the northern hemisphere, and there are only two in the southern hemisphere. One is in Sao Paulo, Brazil, and the other is in Wellington, the capital of New Zealand. Adams is in charge of the latter.
After the two parties introduced each other, Adams greeted Wang Bo in Mandarin gracefully, and then he gave instructions, and the Green Olive Hotel immediately prepared a conference room for them to communicate.
Adams came here to inspect the "Hymn of the Bay". He said: "It's such a fluke. Today when our auction director was inspecting the photo of the red box taken by Quincy, he saw this hymn and immediately gave it to me. You made the call or we would have missed it."
As he spoke, he looked at an old man in his fifties or sixties who was accompanying him. The little old man nodded and smiled. He was obviously the auction director. As previously introduced, this director's name was Greg Lyle.
Wang Bo understood that the implication was that the two of them did not know the value of this book. In fact, the two of them did not know. Who knew that such an old little book could be worth 14 to 5 million US dollars
Therefore, he still has a good impression of the people at Christie's. At least they made it clear at the beginning that their hymn book was valuable, and they didn't try to deceive them by using dirty tricks.
But it's one thing to have a good impression, and it's another thing to negotiate the price. Don't Westerners have a saying that "business is business".
On the way here, Wang Bo and Charlie negotiated, and they must maximize the benefits of the book. As long as the book is sold at a good price, the early construction funds for the town will be enough.
So, Lao Wang used his acting skills honed over many years of life. He first brewed his emotions, then hugged the hymn in his arms and said solemnly: "Mr. Georgetown..."
"Call me Adams. All my friends call me that. Now you are also my friend, kid." Mr. President showed a friendly smile. If he were from Sichuan, he would probably want to call Lao Wang 'little devil' now. .
Lao Wang changed his words: "Okay, Adams, to be honest, I have never thought of selling this hymn book, because this is the last thought my godfather left for me..."
"Your godfather?" Adams asked in surprise.
Lao Wang looked sad: "Yes, my godfather, Sir Howard Roberts. This red box and this hymn were his true love during his lifetime. Selling the red box is already a great act of unfilial piety. I cannot sell it to him." Hymns were also sold.”
The acting was so good, Charlie admired it from the bottom of his heart after watching it, but Lao Wang was giving him a wink, and it was his turn to perform.