The Peerless Master of the Female President

Chapter 330 The Little Old Man Who Loves Famous Paintings
"Oh my god! This picture of "Returning to Thinking on a Mule" is actually Tang Bohu's authentic work. It is said that this calligraphy and painting was looted by the coalition forces and sent abroad as early as in the troubled times?"

"A lot of national treasures were indeed lost in that era, but now that our country is getting stronger and stronger, it is not impossible for some national treasures to be handed down, but just now Mr. Zhao said that this calligraphy and painting was brought back from the antique market. Could it be that it was looted and taken abroad? It’s a high-quality imitation, and now this "Returning to Thinking on a Mule" is the real one?"

"Old Liu, your explanation is reliable, I think it should be like this."

"..."

Some antique lovers confirmed that "Riding a Mule to Return to Thinking" is an authentic work, and they couldn't help discussing it.

Zhao Dachui heard their discussions and had a rough understanding of the loss of national treasures. He can confirm that his painting "Returning to Thinking on a Mule" is one of the lost national treasures in the troubled times.

Because, he came back from looting from abroad. As for the calligraphy and painting of the national treasure level, why did they appear in the blood clan? This Zhao Dahui didn’t waste his brain cells. Returning to Si Tu" this one, there are hundreds of such national treasures.

"My son-in-law, if you really found this picture of "Returning to Thinking on a Mule" in the antique market, then you have found a big mistake. No matter how much you bought it, as long as you sell this painting and calligraphy, At least one or two billion can be earned.”

After a long time, Old Master Song put away the calligraphy and painting, and returned it to Zhao Dahammer while talking, with a little reluctance on his face.

Mrs. Song doesn't have many hobbies. Apart from writing and painting, and studying medicine, the only hobby is collecting antique calligraphy and paintings. Facing such a national treasure calligraphy and painting at this moment, it must be deceiving to say that he is not interested, but he has already accepted a plant. If the 500-year-old ginseng accepts this calligraphy and painting, it will appear that he is greedy.

Therefore, in order to take care of his own face, Mrs. Song had no choice but to return the calligraphy and paintings to Zhao Dachui, no matter how much he felt reluctant to give up.

"Young master Zhao, can you sell this calligraphy and painting to this old man?"

Just as Zhao Dachui took over the calligraphy and painting, a pale old man stared straight at him and asked.

"The price is right, and you can transfer it to anyone." Zhao Dahammer shrugged, with a very casual attitude.

"How about 5000 million?" The little white-haired old man didn't lower the price, because the old man Song had already revealed the value of this painting just now, and he was too embarrassed to cheat people in front of many discerning people, let alone the other party was still very nice. A boy with background.

"I offer 8000 million."

Before Zhao Dachui gave an answer, a square-faced man in his fifties suddenly stepped forward and added 3000 million in one go.

"Wang Gang, this is the calligraphy and painting that the old man first saw. I hope you can teach some rules."

The little white-haired old man stared angrily at Cheng Yaojin, who came out halfway, wishing he could tear this bastard alive.

The man who was regarded as a jerk by the white-haired old man was called Wang Gang. He was a well-known program host in the antique industry. He had three antique shops under him, which were opened in Panjiayuan, Modu and Xiangjiang respectively. He was worth more than 50 billion yuan. Young From time to time, relying on vicious eyes to pick up missing hair.

The little white-haired old man has a lot of resentment towards him, because the two are colleagues, and the colleagues are enemies, and they often fight when they meet.

This time the little old man thought that Wang Gang would not act recklessly, but unexpectedly he rushed out halfway, trying to grab something from him, which made the little old man very angry.

"Old Bai, Mr. Zhao has something to say first, whoever offers the right price, he will sell "Riding a Mule to Return to Situ" to whom, so there is no rule of first-served, first-served, and it depends on who is willing to spend money. I didn’t bring enough money, so I can only say sorry to you.”

It was not the first time Wang Gang challenged Mr. Bai, so naturally he would not be afraid of this little white-haired old man, and Zhao Dachui had also said beforehand that whoever offered the highest price would sell to him.

Therefore, Wang Gang didn't care about Bai Lao's anger.

"Xiaobai, what Mr. Wang said is correct. My son-in-law said that the one who pays the highest price wins. The rule of whoever sees first and who sells first in the antique world is not suitable here. You should calm down and calm down. Let's compete fairly with Mr. Wang."

Hearing Mrs. Song's advice, Mr. Bai nodded with a smile, turned his head to look at Wang Gang, gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Gang, for Mrs. Song's sake, I won't argue with you today. Returning to Situ" the old man is bound to win, you just wait for me!"

"Mr. Zhao, this old man offered [-] million yuan to buy your painting. I hope Mr. Zhao can bear the pain to give up his love."

"What is 3000 million, I will pay [-] million."

Wang Gang once again added 3000 million yuan, as if the money was not money but paper.

"Two hundred and fifty million."

"Two hundred and fifty million."

"you……"

Wang Gang was determined to confront himself, and his white beard turned over his face in anger. The price of this "Returning to Thinking on a Mule" was almost [-] million yuan.

In the end, Wang Gang, a bastard, actually ignored the loss and bid a price of 8000 million, or he was forced into a dead end!

"Bai Lao, don't get excited, drink your saliva slowly."

Seeing Lao Bai blowing his beard and staring with anger, Wang Gang was afraid that he would be angry, so he quickly took a glass of water and walked up to him, wanting him to drink slowly.

However, Bai Lao did not accept his kindness, and glared at him angrily, then gritted his teeth and shouted: "Mr. Fulfilling my old dream of collecting traditional Chinese paintings."

"My son-in-law, it's almost enough, it's enough to let them compare."

Zhao Dachui, who was about to nod his head in agreement, suddenly heard Mr. Song's voice transmission, which made him feel quite incredible.

But then I thought about the old man Song's birthday, and the young suzerain of Danzong came to participate. Even if the young suzerain of Danzong of the Song family came to see it, it was enough to show that the Song family had a deep foundation, but now it is in decline.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Mrs. Song, who is in the Gang Jin Dzogchen Realm, can transmit sound with spiritual consciousness.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dachui gave Old Master Song a smile, then looked at the expectant Bai Lao, and said, "Bai Lao, since you intend to buy this painting "Returning to Thinking on a Mule", I will sell the painting to you." , In addition, for the sake of your sincere love, the boy will give you a 4000% discount, you only need to pay [-] million, and this "Returning to Situ on a Mule" is yours."

"Young Master Zhao, you can be so forthright at such a young age, and you will surely become a hero in the future. I thank you again."

Bai Lao originally wanted to buy this painting "Returning to Thinking on a Mule" at a loss of 5000 million yuan, but he didn't expect that in the end, not only did he not lose money, but he could also earn tens of millions of dollars by buying this painting. It was really a surprise.

(End of this chapter)