After borrowing millions, my resort became popular

Chapter 18
Song Zhizhi's worries were not unreasonable.

When the door of Room [-] opened and Xiaobai came out alone, countless conjectures popped up in Song Zhizhi's mind.

"Where's Zhao Jin?"

Unable to hold back, Song Zhizhi asked anyway.

Xiaobai was holding a large wooden box, not knowing what was inside. When Song Zhizhi asked, he was opening the box and wanted her to see what was inside.

But given the context, when Song Zhizhi saw her asking Zhao Jin, Xiaobai wanted to open the box and show it to her, he was immediately horrified.

Is Zhao Jin still alive?
Xiaobai looked at her innocently and showed the box to her.

Very good, there are no heads or blood inside, just scrolls.

Song Zhizhi picked up a scroll and opened it. Zhao Jin's seal was engraved in the upper right corner, which was easy to identify.

"Is Zhao Jin okay? Did he ask you to bring these?"

Xiaobai nodded.

"Oh, then help me move the painting."

Song Zhizhi put down the heavy stone in his heart and raised his hand to let Xiaobai do the work first.

Don't ask her why she suddenly lost her curiosity.

She doesn't understand sign language, so she's trying to figure out how to tell a story with a mute. It's better not to challenge this level of difficulty easily.

Isn’t the matter settled anyway?

Wouldn't it be more convenient for her to ask Zhao Jin herself later.

When Song Zhizhi returned and opened all the paintings one by one, she discovered that three of these paintings were not by Zhao Jin.

She studied the simple font for a long time, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

Come on, stop messing around and let the system do the valuation first.

Although she doesn't sell for money, the system valuation can give her a sense of confidence.

As a result, the system actually priced the three paintings with unknown origins at [-] each!
Song Zhizhi expressed his shock, "Are you sure you're not teasing me?"

The system didn't bother to talk to her.

One hundred thousand is considered a guaranteed minimum price in the system. These three paintings can earn at least 30, and there are four other paintings. If you add them together, you can earn 35.

Good guy, she thought she couldn't wait for the dawn of hope. Who knew there would be such a dark time.

Outside the glass window, Xiaobai had a scouring pad in one hand and a glass cleaning tool in the other, working hard on the cleaning work. From time to time, he would look up at the silly boss over there, a little worried that the boss was not very smart.

Song Zhizhi didn't care how she was viewed. She only knew that she was going to make money, no, she had to pay off her debts.
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Zhao Jin came over when it was almost dark.

The dejection and panic on his face before was completely gone, and there was now a hint of high spirits.

Seeing his expression, Song Zhizhi knew that the trouble was really solved.

"For what happened last time, thank you Miss Song, and thank you Mr. Bai."

Zhao Jin's waist was bent very deeply, and Song Zhizhi even saw a little glimmer of water in Zhao Jin's eyes.

Oh my god, you don’t have to be so bold.

Song Zhizhi hurriedly supported the person, and was about to give Xiaobai a sign and ask him to help, but Xiaobai, wearing a small floral apron and rubber gloves, turned around and mopped the floor in the kitchen. That was He doesn't have the demeanor of a male god at all, and he has nothing to do with Mr. Bai.

Song Zhizhi:
She knows it!

The waiter was not helpful, so Song Zhizhi had to go out and comfort Zhao Jin herself. She really didn't help much (this is the truth, she still doesn't know what Xiaobai did in the past).
But Zhao Jin didn't know the inside story. He thought that Miss Song and Mr. Bai must know what happened there, so he didn't go into details. He expressed his gratitude repeatedly before talking about the box of paintings.

"Those three paintings are the only three paintings left by Mr. Min. Because he was grateful for Miss Song and Mr. Bai's life-saving grace, Mr. Min took out these three paintings. Miss Song accepted them. This is what Mr. Min meant. .”

When Song Zhizhi wanted to calculate the money for the box of paintings, Zhao Jin didn't agree.He kept repeating that the paintings in this box were all to express his gratitude, and Miss Song must never count money for him again.

Song Zhizhi really couldn't talk about being a scholar, so he gave up.

She won't publish this painting for a while, let's wait until Zhao Jin regrets it.
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Song Zhizhi set up a studio alone, with a wall of Chinese paintings hanging in the small room.

When I walked into the room and took a quick look at it, I still felt a bit like it.

Song Zhizhi even felt conflicted about taking a bath and burning incense before making tea and painting in this room, but this impulse, which was obviously against the master's style, was quickly suppressed.

She originally wanted to take the retail route, but now she has so much talk about it, even opening a solo exhibition is enough——

Ok?
A flash of inspiration occurred, and Song Zhizhi didn't forget what Ke Yue said today about getting her a job as a gallery assistant. This was not a grudge, but it was just that activities such as art exhibitions and galleries now seemed to be really profitable as long as they were run well.

She remembered that when she was in school, she saw a piece of news about an 20th-tier internet celebrity who graduated from elementary school. She claimed that she had gone to a certain university abroad and had the persona of a literary young woman. A painting sold for [-].

Really, there is no most outrageous, only more outrageous.

Not to mention that there are people on the Internet who use hair to shake ink to calligraphy and sell 80 yuan for a painting.

Anyway, it depends on how bold the people are and how productive the land is.

And she is different from those coquettish bitches outside. These paintings of hers are real art!

Song Zhizhi touched his chin and thought of his father, the sponsor who bought a painting from him last time.

It can be seen that this man has been yearning for art recently, but I don’t know if he is interested in sponsoring a Chinese painting exhibition.

Whatever he wanted to do, Song Zhizhi began to collect information late at night, and he must take down the funder's father in one fell swoop.
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[What kind of painting?Sent to see? ]
The lazy benefactor father is dispensable.

How could Song Zhizhi make the sponsor's father feel bored? She just uploaded it and tried to stun the sponsor's father with her art.

To be honest, Lin Baojia only knows one word about art: "Bullshit". He can also see the depth and richness of ink, but he doesn't understand anything else.

Song Zhizhi was not a professional either, so he planned to use professional terminology to trick him.

It's very straightforward from the beginning.

Do you know what the art of a master is?
Do you know what to treasure?
Do you know what is the treasure of art?
Do you know what face is?Taking these paintings back is face and art, and you are the person with the most artistic bacteria!
From Lin Baojia's lack of interest at the beginning, to her eyes shining brightly later, she was completely deceived.

While feeling dizzy, I sighed in my heart.

It turns out that the seventh son of the Song family thinks so highly of himself!
It turns out that my image is so majestic and tall!
Yes, that’s right, I am the one who knows art best!
In this case, how could you miss those artistic treasures!

So-

[How much, tell me! ]
Lin Baojia is rich and powerful.

Song Zhizhi clicked. She was originally going to trick the sponsor's father into sponsoring the art exhibition. From what he meant, did she buy them all?
She did not refuse immediately, but tentatively offered 300 million.

Yes, she was so bold in making an offer. If she said 300 million, it would be 300 million, without leaving a penny less.

Anyway, if you ask for a high price and pay it back on the spot, you have to leave enough escape paths for yourself.

Besides, I just blew these works of art to the sky. 30 yuan is not in line with the status of art treasures.

I just don’t know if the donor’s father’s thighs are that thick.

Ouch, I’m so looking forward to it.

Why hasn’t the sponsor’s father answered her yet?

One minute has passed, three minutes have passed, and an hour has passed, eh?

Where is her sponsor father?
Why did he suddenly disappear from the world!

(End of this chapter)