Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 75 Eight words, 100 million, worth it!
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Mo Changsheng didn't speak for a long time, but when he opened his mouth, everyone except Wen Qingyan was stunned.

"Mo Changsheng, aren't you going too far? I've kindly matched you up, and even let my boyfriend pay a high price for your copybooks. You are so ignorant, do you still have any shame?"

Zhang Ying has a bad temper. Hearing what Mo Changsheng said, she almost went crazy.

"Eight characters, 100 million? Are you crazy? Even the works of those famous calligraphers are not worth the price!"

Li Jing also looked contemptuous. Originally, she thought Mo Changsheng was not bad, at least better than the domineering Hou Liang, but at this moment, she felt that Hou Liang was much more pleasing to the eye than him.

Hou Liang was just self-righteous and defiant, while Mo Changsheng turned his nose on his face and was shameless.

"Mo Changsheng, Yingying and the others are kind enough to help you, it's fine if you don't feel grateful to Dade, why are you still trying to cheat?"

Li Jing glanced at Mo Changsheng contemptuously, and said in utter disappointment:

"Do you think that people will buy your copybook because of Qingyan's face, then you are too ignorant. Eight characters, 100 million, do you think you are Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy?"

Cui Ke also frowned, and said with a puckered mouth: "Brother Mo, people value themselves, don't embarrass everyone, even if Hou Liang bought it out of face, how can you ask your girlfriend to raise her head in front of her friends?" Come?"

Hou Liang was even more direct, angrily and with a smile:
"Eight words, 100 million, do you think I'm being taken advantage of? I, Hou Liang, always keep my word to my friends, but it depends on the person. You speak like a lion, obviously you don't regard us as friends. What you said just now When I didn't say it!"

Wen Qingyan looked around at a loss, full of anxiety but didn't know how to explain.

She knew that what Mo Changsheng said was indeed the truth.

The price offered by Professor Chen and the others was not lower than Mo Changsheng's offer, but Mo Changsheng never let go. This time, he was willing to sell the calligraphy because of her face.

But this kind of thing is unfounded, and she has no way to explain it.

Mo Changsheng patted Wen Qingyan's jade hand comfortingly, stood up lightly, called the waiter in the private room, and asked her to fetch the Four Treasures of the Study.

There must be no shortage of arty people in such a high-end place, and the Four Treasures of the Study should be something they always have.

Moreover, when Mo Changsheng entered the door, he saw a copybook hanging in the hall with his own eyes. It was stated in the introduction below that this calligraphy was written by a certain calligrapher here on the spot, and it was given to Jinge Yinghai boss.

The waiter acted quickly, and after a while, she brought the Four Treasures of the Study, and asked someone to bring a table over.

"Not pleased, not to have compassion!"

Mo Changsheng accomplished it overnight, and wrote these eight big characters with a wave of his hand, and wrote his name on the signature.

After finishing all this, Mo Changsheng took Wen Qingyan's hand and walked straight out of the restaurant.

"These eight characters will be given to you first. If your elder really understands calligraphy, he will tell you the value of these eight characters. At that time, you will give the money to Zhang Ying and ask her to pass it to Qingyan. If If he doesn't understand it, you destroy it, and Mo Mou will leave first."

After finishing speaking, he left here directly regardless of the reactions of other people in the private room.

Facts can prove everything. Since staying here is like talking to chickens and ducks, and it is useless to talk too much, it is better to leave here, so as to save each other embarrassment.

Zhang Ying, Li Jing and the other four were overwhelmed by Mo Changsheng's sudden eruption of detachment, and they all stared blankly at the leaving backs of Mo Changsheng and Wen Qingyan, unable to say a word in a daze.

"Good word!"

A word of admiration suddenly came from the door, and then a middle-aged man who was nearly fifty years old walked in.

"Hello, I'm Fujiwara Hideki, the person in charge of this restaurant. I just saw this calligraphy outside the door. I was really shocked. I'm sorry to disturb everyone!"

The visitor bowed deeply and said respectfully:

"Sir, I like Huaxia calligraphy very much, but I have never seen a copybook better than this one. Our boss is also a person who loves Huaxia calligraphy. It will be his birthday in a while. I have a heartfelt request. Hope you agree!"

When Mo Changsheng left, he did not close the door of the private room, so when Fujiwara Hideki was inspecting the restaurant, he accidentally saw the scene in the private room.

He was shocked by the eight big characters left by Mo Changsheng, walked into the private room regardless of etiquette, and said to Hou Liang who was holding a copybook:

"I am willing to bid [-] US dollars to buy your calligraphy and give it to our boss as a birthday present. What do you think?"

The ink on the rice paper was still wet, which made him mistakenly think that the words were written by Hou Liang, so he quoted the price to him.

The four people in the private room were stunned by Hideki Fujiwara's words, and Li Jing stammered:
"One hundred thousand U.S. dollars, that's almost 80 to [-]! I heard that right, are Mo Changsheng's words really so valuable?"

Cui Ke was also frightened: "So, Mo Changsheng said that he would sell these eight characters for 100 million, which is not a big mouth. Then didn't we wrong him just now, and what we said was so ugly."

Zhang Ying also reacted. Hearing what Cui Ke said, she wished she could find a crack in the ground. Although her face was flushed with embarrassment, she still held a glimmer of hope and said:

"Mr. Fujiwara Hideki, you mean, you want to spend one hundred thousand dollars to buy these eight characters, are you sure?"

As for Fujiwara Hideki's financial resources, no one doubted it.

The watch in his hand belonged to Vacheron Constantin, at least worth hundreds of thousands, and the respectful attitude of the waiters in the private room showed his high status.

One hundred thousand dollars is a lot for ordinary people, but for the person in charge of such a high-end restaurant that costs tens of thousands of dollars for a meal, it is nothing.

Hearing Zhang Ying's question, Fujiwara Hideki thought she thought the price was too low, so he bowed again and said:

"Yes, beautiful lady. If you think the price is too low, you can make an offer. I will never bargain if you can afford it. Such an excellent work is the only one I have ever seen in my life. It would be a lifetime regret if I couldn't get it. .”

"Eight words, 100 million Huaxia coins, is that okay?" Li Jing blurted out.

"Yes! I personally think it's worth it, please give me the account number, and I can transfer the money right away!"

Fujiwara Hideki did not hesitate, and immediately prepared to transfer the money.

"No, Mr. Fujiwara, this calligraphy is also for giving away, not for sale!"

Hou Liang finally reacted from a series of accidents, immediately hid the copybook behind his back, and refused without hesitation.

Compared with 100 million Huaxia coins, getting the favor of that big shot is more important!

The waiter has already told Fujiwara Hideki that the author of these eight characters is someone else, and he has a general understanding of what happened.

"Sir, if your elders don't like it, please sell this painting to me. I think eight words, 100 million, is worth it!"

(End of this chapter)