The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 16 The Three Pairs of Calligraphy and Paintings Millions

"In my supermarket, I can take whatever I see. There used to be a school here, so life was decent, but now, that's it!"

Sun Jie spit out a smoke ring, and said bitterly.

Fan Xiaopeng patted Sun Jie on the shoulder and said: "Life is full of bumps and bumps, and it will be fine in the future."

"I think so too, always look to tomorrow with hope!"

Sun Jie brought Fan Xiaopeng into the supermarket, took out some snacks that no one bought from the shelf, such as melon seeds, peanuts and spicy beer, and put them on a table in the supermarket in bits and pieces.

The two sat on both sides of the table, smoking, drinking, and eating snacks.

"Brother Sun, let me tell you, at my age, I have never drank so happily in someone else's house.

Although I can't drink, but if Brother Sun wants to drink, I can drink with Brother Sun until the end of time! "

Fan Xiaopeng was drunk, with a big tongue sticking out, his face was flushed, and he was boasting carelessly.

"When I saw Brother Sun for the first time, I felt that Brother Sun was not an ordinary person. From now on, I will hang out with Brother Sun. Brother Sun will definitely not let me go hungry!"

Fan Xiaopeng reeked of alcohol and patted his chest with excitement on his face.

Although Sun Jie also drank several bottles of beer, but he held a good amount of alcohol, his expression remained unchanged and he was not out of breath.

This Fan Xiaopeng is good at everything, but he doesn't drink too much.

Wine is food, the more you drink, the younger you will be.Having said that, whoever believes is stupid.

It is enough to be slightly drunk, drinking too much will inevitably hurt your body.

Now it was getting late, Sun Jie helped Fan Xiaopeng in.

Sun Jie's supermarket has two fronts, the front is big and the back is big, and there are quite a lot of empty rooms.

They found a guest room with a bed and placed Fan Xiaopeng in it.

Someone did him such a big favor before, and gave him three precious steel knives for nothing. A man can't be ungrateful for profit.

A drunk person cannot sleep on his back.Because no one knows whether he will vomit in the next moment. If he vomits and sleeps on his back, the vomit will easily go down his throat and choke the airway.

Sun Jie laid Fan Xiaopeng face down on the bed, with his head sticking out of the bed, and a plastic basin was placed underneath.

He took off all his shoes and covered the quilt on the bed.

In order to prevent him from making trouble at night, Sun Jie simply slept next door.

Sunrise, the alarm goes off.

Sun Jie stretched his waist and came to Fan Xiaopeng's room.

He was still sound asleep, lying on the bed, drooling non-stop.

It was okay, there was no vomit in the basin, and the bed was basically clean, so it seemed that he didn't vomit last night.

His complexion has returned to normal, and it should be nothing serious.

Patting his shoulder, Fan Xiaopeng opened his eyes tiredly.

After sitting up, he looked around blankly, and then a simple and honest smile appeared on his face, "Thank you, Brother Sun, for taking care of me last night!"

"Why are you saying these kind words to me? Why do we brothers need to be so alien?" Sun Jie said indifferently.

"The night gave me black eyes..."

Zhang Moqian called, and as soon as he answered, his familiar voice rang out:
"Sun Jie, I've already found a buyer for those three paintings of yours. Come here now and bring your three paintings and calligraphy with you!"

Before Sun Jie left Zhang Moqian, he left his phone number, so Zhang Moqian also knew his phone number.

"Understood, I'll go now, thank you, old man!"

Hanging up the phone, looking at Fan Xiaopeng who had already stood up, he said, "I have something to do later, I'll send you back before that."

Fan Xiaopeng shook his head: "Brother Sun, I don't want to go back now. I will go wherever you go. You don't have to worry about me, just treat me as a follower."

"Why is that?" Sun Jie asked casually.

"It's nothing, I just don't want to go back, it's really boring to stay at home." Fan Xiaopeng said stubbornly.

It's really stubborn, so I can only take him with me.

"You wait for me outside first, I'll go get something."

Sun Jie pointed to the outside and said to Fan Xiaopeng.

Fan Xiaopeng ran out in a panic, Sun Jie returned to the bedroom, took out the three calligraphy and paintings that he had hidden, and went out.

Not long after, Sun Jie's pickup truck stopped outside the hut in the bamboo forest.

During this period, Fan Xiaopeng didn't ask a word, and he really acted like a follower.

In a parking space outside the bamboo grove, a luxury car was parked, at least five or six million yuan.

Sun Jie parked the car in the empty parking space, looked at the parked luxury car, and said to himself: "Could it be that the owner of this car is the buyer!"

When he came back to his senses, Fan Xiaopeng was asked to wait outside, and he took the three calligraphy and paintings, and walked into the gate of the bamboo forest shabby room.

There were two people sitting on the first floor, besides Zhang Moqian whom Sun Jie was familiar with, there was also a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was wearing a well-fitting suit, his hair was combed neatly, he wore silver-rimmed glasses, and the beard on his chin was also very neat, and he had a strong aura.

"This is the seller, Tang Bohu's painting is his!"

Zhang Moqian stood up, pointed at Sun Jie who walked in, and introduced him.

The middle-aged man stood up from the chair, came to Sun Jie, stretched out his right hand, and said with a warm face: "My humble Zhang Leng, you can be regarded as a buyer!"

Sun Jie clamped the brocade box in his right hand under his left arm, and stretched out his right hand.

"Let's talk on the second floor!" Zhang Moqian said.

Sun Jie followed Zhang Moqian and the middle-aged man up to the second floor.

Sun Jie took the three calligraphy and paintings out of the brocade box and placed them on the desk on the second floor.

Zhang Moqian took out his tools and handed them to the middle-aged man, "Take a look for yourself, these things are all authentic works, and all of them are high-quality goods!"

The middle-aged man took the tool and bent over to examine it carefully.

The first picture I saw was Tang Bohu's picture of a lady.

Not long after, his admiration sounded like a surging river.

"It's beautiful. This painting is beautiful. It's so beautiful that it's so beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful painting when I grow up." The middle-aged man's face was full of smiles, and he was unwilling to let go of every inch.

After a long time, I looked at Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and Xu Wei's paintings.

During this period, exclamations and praises continued to sound.

After reading all these things, the middle-aged man became restless.

The middle-aged man is worth a lot of money and loves to collect. He has collected a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings over the years, but he has never seen such fine calligraphy and paintings.

Putting down the magnifying glass in his hand, the middle-aged man came to Sun Jie.

"Let's not say those oblique words, I sincerely want to buy it, so just tell me the price!"

The middle-aged man looked at Sun Jie with sincerity on his face, and even his breathing became heavy, for fear that Sun Jie would regret not selling.

Before Sun Jie could react, Zhang Moqian, who was standing at the side, came over and took over the conversation, "I remember a few years ago, an auction house abroad auctioned a picture of Tang Yin's lady, and the transaction price was about More than 20 US dollars, right?

This picture of a lady, no matter in terms of quality, size, or degree of preservation, is more exquisite than that one, almost reaching the level of high-quality goods.

This picture of a lady is missing 40 US dollars, so we will not sell it.There are also Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and Xu Wei's paintings, all of which are excellent! "

The middle-aged businessman explained: "Tang Yin Tang Bohu, a famous man, one of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River, has a great reputation.

But 40 is a bit high.I went to the auction for the picture of the lady Mr. Zhang mentioned. In fact, it was not 20, but only 17 US dollars. "

"That was the price a few years ago, but now that inflation is rising, the price has to go up no matter what.

I said, this was originally my little brother's family heirloom, if it wasn't for tight money, how could it be sold?

You have also seen that Tang Bohu's painting is a high-quality product, and charging you 40 is considered a friendly price.

If I take it to the auction house and hang it up, although I have to pay some handling fees and it is a waste of time, the price will definitely be above 30! "Zhang Moqian did not back down.

"That's right, but the auction house's commission is very high, so I'm afraid I won't get that much! I pay in cash. As long as I agree, I can send the money at any time!" The middle-aged man retorted.

"Then I don't care about that. That picture of a lady is the best of the best. It's not 40. Do you want to buy it? What a big joke!

Wen Zhengming's handwriting is also a beautiful boutique. You know the price better than me, and the value is not lower than Tang Bohu's.

And Xu Wei, you know better than me the value of his calligraphy and paintings, right?The value is not lower than that of Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming, not to mention that Xu Wei's painting is well preserved and exquisite in size.The value is not lower than the first two pairs, and even far exceeded.

Although Xu Wei's painting is a fan, it is best at painting flowers, birds, fish and insects, and it is well preserved, so its value is much higher than Tang Bohu's painting of ladies.

Although Tang Bohu is the most famous, you have also been exposed to a lot of things in this area, and you know the value better than me. "Zhang Moqian's tone became colder.

Although the painting is Sun Jie's, Sun Jie has become an outsider at this moment.

I saw Zhang Moqian and the middle-aged man, the tip of the needle facing the wheat, you come and go, bargaining non-stop.

"How about this, these three sets of calligraphy and paintings will be sold to you for 300 million US dollars!" Zhang Moqian waved his hand with pride.

"300 million? Mr. Zhang, those three calligraphy and paintings are indeed real.

However, Wen Zhengming's words are just a poem, and there are only a few words in total.And Xu Wei's painting is just a fan! "

The middle-aged man quickly retorted, in his opinion, 300 million is indeed expensive.

The price of Wen Zhengming's calligraphy has always been very high. His calligraphy is a regulated poem, and the number of words is not many, but it will not be too cheap.

Xu Wei's painting is a fan, but it is the painting of flowers, birds, fish and insects that he is best at, so the price is naturally not low.

Tang Bohu, Wen Zhengming, and Xu Wei are all famous people in history. These three calligraphy and paintings are indeed a bit expensive without going to the auction house, but they are indeed worth 250 million together, especially Xu Wei's paintings , the preservation is very complete, the price will only be higher.

If you go to the auction house, the auction house's commission is very powerful. If you buy it in the hands of ordinary sellers, the price will be lower than the auction house without the commission.

"Then how much did you say?" Zhang Moqian asked.

"200 million, it can't be higher!"

"What? 200 million? Are you sending beggars? The minimum is 280 million!"

"No, it's too expensive! 210 million!"

Zhang Moqian was originally personable, and the middle-aged man was originally elegant.

But at this moment, the two of them are like old men and women who sell and buy vegetables in the vegetable market, constantly bargaining.

Spit was flying everywhere, and Sun Jie, who was sitting by the side, kept wiping his face.

"The one-buy price, 250 million, can't be lowered, and I won't sell it any lower!" Zhang Moqian clapped his hands together and issued an ultimatum.

"Okay, it's a deal!" This time, the middle-aged man readily agreed.

"250 million US dollars, converted into local currency, how much is this?"

Sun Jie whispered, took out his mobile phone, opened the unit conversion on it, changed to local currency and US dollar exchange, and entered 250 million.

"This is more than 500 million? Local currency?"

Sun Jie looked at the few zeros behind, counted the digits of this series of numbers, and his heart began to beat violently.

A few days ago, I was still worrying about how to pay back the money, but now there are more than 500 million yuan, and the craziest roller coaster in the world is not so exciting.

This is not from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, it is simply falling directly into the Mariana Trench from outer space. The gap between them is really exciting.

It's not too long since he was excited, Sun Jie's goal now is not just to make a fortune.

And the mess at the end of the Ming Dynasty, this little money is probably just a drop in the bucket.

Sun Jie quickly calmed down, and just as he came to his senses, he saw Zhang Moqian and the middle-aged man looking at him.

"250 million, it's already agreed, do you think there is anything else to say?" Zhang Moqian spoke first.

The middle-aged man stood behind Zhang Moqian and looked at Sun Jie with a smile, "Little friend, what do you think of the price?"

"I think the price is okay!" Sun Jie said.

Anyway, everything has been discussed, so don't waste any more time as a layman.

"Have you brought your ID card?" the middle-aged man asked.

Sun Jie took out his wallet and his ID card.

"Don't worry too much, I will use your ID card to open a VIP card at Northwest Bank later, and the money will be transferred to your VIP card when the time comes.

You don't have to worry about who will check your income. With my face, you don't have to worry about these issues.By the way, tell me your mobile phone number. When the time comes, bind your mobile phone number with your bank card, and it will be easier for you to withdraw cash.

By the way, the VIP card has no transfer limit, you can use it with confidence. "

The middle-aged man took Sun Jie's ID card and said.

In the following time, the middle-aged man took pictures of his ID card for a while, and asked for the verification code on Sun Jie's phone for a while, working back and forth for nearly half an hour.

"Okay, it can be done in about an hour, just wait slowly." The middle-aged man looked kind.

He didn't leave in a hurry, he returned to the desk, and began to carefully appreciate the calligraphy and paintings.

More than an hour later, a young man in bank overalls came to the bamboo forest shabby room.

This person was the one who sent the card to Zhang Leng.

Zhang Leng accepted the bank card, told the young man a few words, and let him leave.

Zhang Leng looked at the card number on the bank card and made another call.

A few minutes later, Sun Jie's cell phone rang.

Open it and see a message.

"Northwest Bank information reminder: You have received 15820000.00 yuan..."

……

After a long time, Sun Jie put the bank card in his arms and walked out of the bamboo forest shabby room.

The luxury car had already driven away, and the middle-aged man left quickly after buying the three calligraphy and paintings.

Sun Jie and Zhang Moqian chatted for a while longer before coming down.

Fan Xiaopeng, squatting by the side of the road, smoked several cigarettes, playing with his mobile phone out of boredom.

Seeing Sun Jie walk out of the store, he hurried over.

(End of this chapter)