At first glance, he saw that the message prompt in the calligraphy and painting group was a red ellipsis, which meant that there were too many messages, more than 999.
While he was thinking about why it was so lively today, he clicked on the calligraphy and painting group and saw a series of messages.
"Are you here?"
"say something?"
"Lao Chi, where did you die?"
"I made more than a dozen voice calls and he didn't answer!"
"Did you lose your phone? You can't get through! I made more than thirty calls!"
"Did you get kidnapped?"
"Come out and take a shower, brother, I beg you!"
Lao Chi was a little confused.
What's going on here
What's so exciting? !
At this moment, Lao Chi noticed that a caller ID appeared silently on his phone.
Depend on!
I said why didn't I hear the sound
It turns out that brat turned off the sound and even the vibration for me!
Lao Chi secretly cursed his son, and then answered the phone: "Hello, Mr. Xu, how are you... What? I didn't intentionally not answer the phone. The kids at home were playing with their mobile phones. I put them on mute... I Where? I'm having dinner at a friend's house!
Yes, I saw this painting at my friend's house... Ah, this is his painting... What? My friend's home address? Why do you ask this...you want to come? … oh? oh! ? "
Listening, Lao Chi covered his phone and turned to He Qiang and Wang Ling with a surprised look on his face. "A lover in the calligraphy and painting group, who is also the boss of a company, said he wanted to come and take a look at this painting." What should I do with the words...?"
"What should I do?" Wang Ling said with a smile, "Is a draft worth taking so seriously if I don't know if it is authentic?"
"No, he said..." Lao Chi hesitated, "He said he wanted to buy it."
"purchase?"
Wang Ling, who also drank a little, said subconsciously: "Ask him how much he can pay? If it's 30,000 to 50,000 yuan, then there's no need."
Lao Chi conveyed Wang Ling's intention to the other party on the phone.
Then he turned around, his face even more horrified and confused: "Mr. Xu said the price is easy to negotiate. As long as the items are genuine, I guarantee you will be satisfied!"
"Then just ask him to come!" Wang Ling said without thinking.
"Why did you ask others to come? Are you still selling it?" He Qiang patted her, "Nonsense! This is Shen Huan's New Year's gift to me!"
"Ask him to come over. You don't have to sell it to him. Let him see if it's real. Can't you?" Wang Ling rolled her eyes at him.
"Yes, Brother Qiang, let him come. It just so happens that we have gained some knowledge and see what this calligraphy looks like." Xiaoqu also agreed.
Hearing what they said, He Qiang thought it made sense and agreed.
As a result, as soon as Lao Chi hung up the phone, another call came in, the second, third, fourth...
I got five or six phone calls in a row, all of them wanting to see this picture right now.
Wang Ling originally thought that having more people watching would give her more protection, but seeing that the phone calls kept coming, she quickly asked Lao Chi to mute the phone again.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Two people came.
One is a man in his thirties, and the other is in his sixties or seventies.
"Boss Zhong, hello, hello!"
Lao Chi opened the door and welcomed him in, introduced the people on He Qiang's side, and then introduced the identity of Boss Zhong to everyone.
He is the owner of a rice cooker OEM company. He has more than 100 workers and is very rich.
Boss Zhong doesn't look like a farmer-entrepreneur. He wears a neat suit and a fur coat, and he still has the aura of a cultured person.
The old man next to him has white hair, is full of energy, and looks very comfortable.
Boss Zhong was still chatting with everyone, but the old man looked up and saw "Niannujiao? Chibi Nostalgia", then ran to the sofa in a few steps and looked at it seriously.
Somehow, Wang Ling saw greed in his eyes.
This kind of greed does not mean that you want to possess it maliciously, but it is as urgent as wanting to engrave this word on your heart.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The old man shouted "Hello" three times in one breath, and tremblingly touched the edge of the words, then turned his head with tears in his eyes and nodded to Boss Zhong.
"It is the work of my teacher, and it is a very, very excellent work!"
After hearing what the old man said, everyone understood his identity.
However, Lao Chi still had something to ask, "Old man, although I think the handwriting must be very good, don't you think the paper and pen and ink are a bit too new?"
"Bullshit! I have been studying calligraphy for 50 years, how could I not know this?" The old man glared at him, "Firstly, this is because it is very well preserved, preventing air corrosion; secondly, the weather in Zhejiang and Vietnam is very humid, no matter what If you are careful, there will inevitably be a little moisture. If you take it out, this phenomenon will appear in a few days!"
"Is it really Hai Lao's calligraphy?" Xiaoqu coughed lightly, "Master, you won't admit your mistake, right?"
"fart!"
The old man was furious, "Although I am one of the teacher's most unsatisfactory disciples, his writing habits, writing characteristics, and the spacing of various fonts... I can feel these with my eyes closed! All the characters in this painting The characteristics are all consistent, but the slightly weaker one is that the writing power has not yet reached the peak of vigor and power.
I think it was because when I wrote this, the teacher's energy and physical strength were not yet up to par. I guess this is also the reason why the teacher did not regard this larger work as a formal work and give it to the buyer! "
"Then since it's true, this price..." Wang Ling swallowed.
"I'll pay 500,000!" Boss Zhong heard the old man's evaluation and was unambiguous: "500,000, just pay the transfer directly to Abao, and I'll take the things away."
"This... if this is false, then you are going to come back and cause trouble, right?" Lao Zhu's wife muttered.
"What are you talking about!? Do you doubt my old man's vision? Do you doubt my respect for my teacher?" The old man immediately reprimanded.
Seeing that the old man was about to get angry again, Boss Zhong quickly said: "Buying antique calligraphy and paintings means buying and leaving. If you miss something, it's my luck. If you pick it up, it's because of my bad taste. It has nothing to do with you."
Seeing him like this, everyone looked at He Qiang and Wang Ling.
"What are you looking at?" He Qiang was surprised, "I didn't say sell it! Didn't you say you would come over and see if it was true? Now it's true, that's great! Isn't it over?"
"This gentleman..."
Boss Zhong wanted to say something else, but the doorbell rang again.
He frowned, and when Lao Chi went to open the door, he said directly: "700,000! I like this painting very much. Please give me your love, sir!"
He had rushed over as quickly as possible, just to grab the words before anyone else came.
This is no better than a one-to-one sale.
In a one-to-one transaction, Boss Zhong can lower the price to 100,000 before starting to talk, and then slowly increase it. It is estimated that 20, 300,000 will be enough in the end.
How is it like now? The price was as high as 500,000 at the beginning, and now it has risen to 700,000!
According to this price, it is already the price of the works of a very famous calligrapher on the market.
Wang Ling's eyes lit up and her heart immediately moved.
But He Qiang was still shaking his head, "Sorry, this painting was a gift from my student. I don't want to sell it."
He Qiang has no concept or pursuit of money at all.
The school's salary is high and the benefits are good, which can be regarded as an iron rice bowl. His wife also takes care of the job, so for him, having more money is of no use.
"Hey, are you talking about price?"
As soon as He Qiang finished speaking, someone shouted at the door over there, and the voice was quite loud.
Then Lao Chi brought two more people in.
These two people are similar to Mr. Zhong. The one in his forties is Mr. Xu who made the first call just now, and there is an old man in his sixties or seventies.
As a result, when the old man saw the previous one, he smiled and saluted: "Senior Brother Tang, you are here too!"
"Junior Brother Zeng, long time no see." Senior Brother Tang from before also smiled slightly.
"I heard that there was a teacher here who had never seen an authentic painting, so I hurried over here."
Junior Brother Zeng walked to the sofa with a smile, looked at it carefully for two minutes, then turned back and nodded to Mr. Xu, "It's my teacher's work. It's authentic and very good!"
"That's right. The rice paper we sold at first was only six feet long. Now this one is eight feet tall and more majestic." Boss Zhong here smiled, then turned to He Qiang and said, "How about it?" , Sir, my offer is very sincere. The price is already very suitable for buying a draft by Ebi."
"Lao Zhong, how much do you want to bid? Don't lie to me." Mr. Xu intervened and looked at the writing on the wall: "Well, it's very good... very grand... suitable for hanging in my office."
Here Wang Ling chatted, "Boss Zhong has offered 700,000 yuan, which is a good price."
"good?"
Mr. Xu glanced at her and said, "Madam, don't be fooled! Eight feet of rice paper is 26 square feet, and one square foot of Ebi's calligraphy is worth 50,000!"
"How can it be compared?" Boss Zhong sneered, "That's the market price. We negotiate privately here, and we don't have to pay any taxes... Besides, it has no inheritance at all, and I don't know where it came from, and It’s still a draft, isn’t 700,000 very low?”
"The absence of inheritance does not mean that it is not true. What's more, the two teachers have already authenticated it. How can it still be fake?" Mr. Xu laughed, "Come on, Lao Zhong, let's not talk about those things that are there and not. Why don't we take advantage of the opportunity? If no one else comes, can we discuss it first?"
Boss Zhong thought about it and nodded.
The two quietly discussed the price, which was more cost-effective than direct bidding.
Lao Chi here suddenly seemed to have an epiphany and said directly: "Lao He, this calligraphy of yours can't be cheaper, the price should be at least 1 million!"
"Why?" Lao Zhu asked in surprise.
"Because the original work has disappeared! Until a new identical work appears, now it is truly an orphan! It is the only "Niannujiao? Chibi Nostalgic" written by Ebi. Isn't this meaningful?" Chi said excitedly, "This is a unique product! It can completely offset the impact of the draft and the lack of seals!"
When he mentioned this, the expressions of Boss Zhong and Mr. Xu changed.
What Mr. Xu said just now has this meaning in it.
But he didn't make it clear, and Boss Zhong also realized the threat in these words.
That's why Boss Zhong was willing to negotiate the price with Mr. Xu.
Both of them wanted to get it done as quickly as possible within their capabilities.
Don't procrastinate.
As a result, Lao Chi was lucky. He revealed the mystery in just one sentence, which greatly reduced their chances of getting the calligraphy at a cheaper price.
Seeing their angry looks, Lao Chi didn't feel embarrassed at all.
He spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, two bosses. Lao He has been my buddy since childhood. It's impossible for me not to think about his interests."
He Qiang didn't say anything about what Lao Chi said, but Wang Ling was moved to tears.
Lao Chi is such a good person!
In one sentence, we raised 300,000.
It’s exciting just thinking about it!