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Chapter 59 500 million!
Sujia Village.

"If you have anything to do, go and get busy. I'll go back first."

Seeing Su Qing's call, Su Youfu hunched over and went home with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, Grandpa Youfu. Please go slowly."

Su Qing put away the approval slip, said hello and got back in the car.

"Hello, who is it?"

Line connected.

"Hello, are you Mr. Su Qingsu?"

On the phone, a slightly older voice sounded like a bell.

His Mandarin is extremely non-standard and has a strong local dialect accent.

A name came to Su Qing's mind: Wang Jingui, the richest man in Linjiang County.

"I'm Su Qing. I don't dare to take it as my husband. Who are you?"

Su Qing replied calmly.

"Old man Wang Jingui, I believe your uncle has told you about me."

"If I may excuse you, I would like to ask you, sir, to draw a painting for me. What do you think of Mr. Su?"

Sure enough, it was Wang Jingui who called.

However, the other party's attitude was beyond Su Qing's expectation.

He was not pushy, but had a negotiable tone.

"My painting skills are average and I really don't dare to show my shame. Mr. Wang, why don't you hire someone else who is a master?"

Although the other party had a good attitude, Su Qing was not short of money, so she declined politely.

"Hey, Mr. Su is so humble, your cousin, oh, Su Zihan is your cousin, right?"

"The old man has seen the TikTok message she posted. The painting is really vivid and has a profound artistic conception."

"The old man has seen some things in the world, but he has never seen such superb painting skills."

"That's when I tried my best to find Mr. Su, and shamelessly asked him to help the old man draw a painting."

"If Mr. Su has any concerns, you might as well just say so."

"If it's a question of retouching fees, Mr. Su can just ask for a price."

"The old man has nothing else. He is so poor that he only has money."

Seeing Su Qing's refusal, Wang Jingui quickly persuaded her.

“What is moneyless? Can art be measured by money?”

"What I draw is art, and art is priceless, you know?"

Su Qing sneered and refused. These soft and yet thorny words made him very unhappy!

"100 million!"

Wang Jingui spit out three words.

"You can't contaminate art with the smell of copper."

It’s only 100 million, are you looking down on me?

"300 million!"

Wang Jingui said nothing and added another 200 million.

"We are not talking about each other. I have nothing in common with you."

Is my painting worth just 300 million?
"500 million!"

Wang Jingui continued to add more money.

"What kind of painting does Mr. Wang like? I am good at sketching, Chinese painting, gouache, oil painting, watercolor and printmaking."

Feeling that the other party was determined to win, Su Qing changed his mind and agreed.

First, the other party gave me a lot of money, and second, he suddenly changed his mind.

Although there is still a ton of gold in the carry-on space, Su Qing will not be dissatisfied with the money.

It only takes half a day to paint a painting, and you can get 500 million. This is a very good deal!
Just now it suddenly occurred to him that he must have a career and a way to make money.

Otherwise, if you sit at home and don't work but have no shortage of money to spend, even a fool will know that there is something wrong.

At present, the status of a master of traditional Chinese painting is quite good.

Besides, people like Wang Jingui won't give up easily, so it's better to take advantage of the situation.

"Come on! Where is Mr. Su? I'll send someone to pick you up. Let's sit down and talk face to face."

Wang Jingui smiled heartily, saying that all problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

"I'm in my hometown now, and I'm going to the township government to apply for house renovation." "Let's try another day. I'll make a special trip to visit Mr. Wang on another day."

Su Qing's heart moved. If he remembered correctly, Wang Jingui opened a construction company.

"Oh? Mr. Su is planning to build a house? Isn't this a coincidence!"

"The old man has been doing construction for most of his life, so he still has some skills."

"If Mr. Su can trust me, I'll leave this matter to the old man."

Wang Jingui heard the elegant meaning of Xiange and understood the meaning of Su Qing's words.

"Would this be too much trouble for Mr. Wang?"

Su Qing pretended to hesitate.

"No trouble, no trouble, it's a trivial matter."

Applying for a construction permit and building a house is not a big deal for Wang Jingui.

"Then I'll trouble Mr. Wang. I'll go back to the county to visit Mr. Wang now."

In this case, Su Qing stopped refusing and resolved the matter as soon as possible.

"Haha, the old man is sweeping the bed to welcome Mr. Su."

Wang Jingui was naturally happy, and the two chatted for a few words before hanging up the phone.

Su Qing started the car and drove out of Sujia Village towards the county town.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the most upscale villa complex in the county, Xiangshan Tingquan.

The location here is better than Xiangshan Tingyu, and the prices are more expensive. They are all single-family villas.

Su Qing originally wanted to buy a villa to live in, but later she heard that it had been sold out long ago, so she gave up.

Villa No. 8 is the home of the richest man Wang Jingui. It covers an area of ​​several thousand square meters and is extremely luxuriously decorated.

"Mr. Su is so young? It's really rare."

Wang Jingui was surprised to see Su Qing and invited him to the living room to drink tea together.

"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry to bother you."

Su Qing greeted the other party in a neither humble nor overbearing manner and looked at Wang Jingui.

He looks to be in his 60s, short and thin, energetic and rosy-faced.

Walking on the road, he looks like an ordinary old man.

No one would have thought that he was actually the richest man with a net worth of tens of billions.

"Come on, come on, Mr. Su, please have some tea."

"Mr. Wang, please!"

Wang Jingui made a pot of tea with his own hands, and the two chatted while drinking tea.

Speaking of inviting Su Qing to paint this time, Wang Jingui sighed: "The old man is getting older. In recent years, he has fallen in love with art, especially our Chinese paintings. He can't put it down."

"It's just that I have never seen such vivid paintings as those painted by Mr. Su."

"Even if the old man is just a layman, he can still feel the strong artistic conception contained in the painting. It is so shocking."

"The old man can't wait to watch you paint. Can I watch your creation process live?"

"Mr. Su, don't worry. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone have been prepared. We are just waiting for Mr. Su to show off his skills."

After saying that, Wang Jingui looked at Su Qing with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Yes, this painting was created specifically for you, and you have the right to watch."

Su Qing nodded and did not refuse his observation.

The two of them came to the study room on the second floor, where they had pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

However, the several high-definition cameras set up in front of the desk made Su Qing frown.

"Forgive me, Mr. Su. The old man is going to record Mr. Su's creative process and observe it from time to time."

"If Mr. Su doesn't like it, the old man will take it away now."

Wang Jingui explained, and Su Qing felt that he was not telling the truth.

Maybe he has some conspiracy?
Sure enough, capitalists are not simple.

What do you like about art, bullshit!

"It doesn't matter, as long as Mr. Wang is happy, I don't mind."

Su Qing thought for a while and had no objection.

See what kind of medicine you are selling in your gourd!

He is not afraid of conspiracy and calculation, and he will understand it if he reduces ten with one force.

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