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No wonder Lao Jin was so excited with the former president. This thing they only saw the electronic version, not the real thing!

During the war, many cultural relics were lost, and a large part of those cultural relics that were preserved also fell into the hands of individual collectors by chance.

Since it is a personal collection, there are definitely few opportunities to show it.

The host said: "Thank you very much, Mr. Liu, the collector, and it is because of his generosity that this precious calligraphy work can be seen by everyone. You can take a quick look, please give warm applause to Mr. Liu! It doesn't matter if you don't see enough "The Self-narration Post" by Mr. Cui Chenglu will also be displayed in the art museum for a month. Welcome everyone to watch! "

Applause rang in the room. On the side of the judges, a Chinese man in a suit and leather shoes stood up and bowed to everyone. It should be the owner of this collection, Mr. Liu.

The audience in the venue, under the guidance of the staff, began an orderly visit. Several judges awarded trophies to the winning contestants.

Yiyi held the second prize and found Zhong Ming and Jiang Wanna.

"Okay, you really won the second prize." Jiang Wanna boasted.

Yiyi smirked: "What's the matter, I think I worked hard to win the first prize."

Zhong Ming Yile: "It's a good thing to have an ideal. It can't be inflated. At your level, it's good to get a second prize. Do you still have to work hard to know?"

Yiyi was very unhappy: "What's my level?" What's my level! The key point is that if the first prize is won by a Chinese, it is a Westerner. I don't accept it! "

Jiang Wanna was very surprised: "Ah? First prize for Westerners?"

"Yes, that little blond-haired shit." Yiyi pointed over there.

Zhong Ming and Jiang Wanna followed Yiyi's hand and saw the child holding the big trophy. She looked 13 or 14 years old, slightly older than Yiyi, blond hair, and a standard western boy.

No wonder Yiyi refused to be convinced. The calligraphy competition was lost to a Westerner, and her character was definitely unhappy.

Zhong Ming smiled: "People in the West are still learning calligraphy so well, which shows that they are working hard. You turn back and continue to practice well, to win the first prize next time."

Yiyi snuggled his mouth, apparently still dissatisfied.

Jiang Wanna said, "Okay, go to" Self-narration Post. "

A few people followed the team and came to observe the "Secret Post". Lao Jin and President Qian were also watching.

The little boy who won the first prize before seemed to be accompanied by his father. He looked at the little boy and liked the word very much.

The little boy's father was a tall westerner. He came to Mr. Liu and said in English, "Hello Mr. Liu, my name is Macmillan. How much is this word? I bought it."

Mr. Liu snapped back and said in English: "Private collections are not for sale."

The boy's father said, "Ten million."

Mr. Liu froze.

Really want to buy?

Old Jin frowned beside him.

What do you mean? This Westerner wants to buy "Self-narration Post"?

Mr. Liu didn't say anything, and Macmillan said, "15 million, or, if you ask for a price, I will consider it. My son likes this work very much."

Mr. Liu was really a little shaken this time.

He did collect some antiquities, but as long as the price is high, he will still consider it.

This "Self-narrative Post" is indeed an antiquity, but it is not too old, it is just the work of a calligrapher Lin Tong before the war. According to the general auction transaction price, the transaction price of this "Secret Post" should be about eight or nine million. Considering the status of Cui Chenglu and the self-narrative post he wrote had some special calligraphy value, it would be over 15 million yuan.

However, looking at the meaning of this Westerner, can we raise prices further?

Is a rich man!

Mr. Liu is very clear about the value of this word. If the true story of "Self-narrative Post" is passed down, it is an invaluable treasure and it is not uncommon to sell it for hundreds of millions. If it is a copycat of an ancient calligrapher, it will sell for thousands. It is not surprising that there are millions or millions; but this is only the work of a calligrapher in front of the station. Although rare, it is far from that.

If he can really sell for more than 20 million yuan, Mr. Liu will be tempted.

Lao Jin was unwilling on the side: "Do you understand calligraphy? This is a crystallization of art belonging to all Chinese people, not measured by money!"

Lao Jin spoke in Chinese, but McMillan smiled and apparently understood.

Then, McMillan said in very skilled Chinese with a little accent: "This is the crystallization of art belonging to the entire Chinese people? No, no, it is Mr. Liu's personal belongings. And, you said I don't understand calligraphy It is ridiculous that my son has just won the first prize in this competition. "

Old Jin Yizheng, really, the son of this Westerner is the blond boy who won the first prize.

Macmillan also said: "If you think it is priceless, you can buy it at a higher price than me and donate it to the Ming'an Museum of Art. I believe Mr. Curator will be very grateful for your generosity."

"You!" Lao Jin was flushed with a little flushed face, so angry!

President Qian also came and explained, "This gentleman, I don't know if you understand the value of this word in calligraphy? Huai Su's" Self-narrative Post "is called the world's first cursive script, but what exactly is the original It is impossible to test, in other words, this word is the closest existing work in the world to "Self-narrative Posts". Lao Jin is right, this word cannot be measured by money. "

Macmillan nodded calmly, "That's it, thank you for your introduction."

Old Jin was relieved and wanted to say that this westerner was quite reasonable.

As a result, McMillan turned to Liu and said, "Then 20 million, 5 million is for its artistic value."

"You ..." Lao Jin was so angry that this westerner dared to make an offer!

Mr. Liu is really shaken this time, and depending on the meaning of this Westerner, if he adds another four or five million, he can still increase it!

"Mr. Liu, you can't sell the word!" Lao Jin frowned. "I don't have any opinion about selling Chinese people's things to Westerners, absolutely not to Westerners!"

Macmillan smiled very disdainfully: "This gentleman, I don't know what identity you are asking Mr. Liu not to sell this work?"

Lao Jin said: "I am a member of the Calligraphy Association, can I?"

Macmillan smiled: "ok, ok. But I think this highlights the incompetence of your calligraphy association. If you really have real talents, then I should pay a lot of money to buy your works, not Argue with you here about the price of this word. "

As soon as President Qian pulled Lao Jin, he shook his head slightly, meaning it was fine.

No way, although he and Lao Jin both like this word, but there is really no way. Now the word is a personal item. If Mr. Liu really wants to sell it, what is the reason for the two of them?

Lao Jin was so angry that it didn't mean that he had any prejudice towards Westerners, but the point is, this McMillan obviously had no accomplishment in calligraphy, but it was just because his son was studying calligraphy, so he had to buy it.

But to put it plainly, this monument is a piece of paper. If it is placed in the calligraphy association, the art museum, or even Mr. Liu, it will surely be properly kept.

But how much will Macmillan be here? Not really. It may not be long, and if you are tired of looking, you will change hands to auction.

In other words, Lao Jin didn't want the word to fall into the hands of the layman, and he did it in vain.

Macmillan looked at Mr. Liu: "How about, Mr. Liu, 20 million?"

Mr. Liu hesitated, "This painting will be exhibited in the art museum recently, so let's talk about it later ..."

Lao Jin's face turned black instantly: "Mr. Liu! Do you really want to sell to foreigners?"

McMillan laughed: "You don't want to sell, that's fine, it's better to ask the gentleman of the calligraphy association to write a word of the same level, which will give you the best of both worlds."

Lao Jin was stunned and said nothing.

If I can write it, am I still talking nonsense to you here?

The noise was not loud here, but it caused a little commotion. The curator of the art museum came to Lao Jin and said, "Mr. Jin, your love of calligraphy, I can understand it. But this is a private transaction ..."

In fact, if Lao Jin didn't know this, it would be over. But selling such precious calligraphy works to a westerner who did n’t know calligraphy at all in front of him was really hard for him to accept.

Zhong Ming listened to the situation with her ears raised.

What do you mean, it looks like Macmillan wants to buy this calligraphy?

It can be seen that Lao Jin was really unhappy. In fact, this is understandable. Although there is no national concept after the war, Chinese people and Chinese culture are still the same. Lao Jin certainly does not want this piece of work to fall into the hands of Westerners, let alone not know calligraphy Westerners!

A piece of work must be in the hands of those who really like it, so that it can maximize its value.

Even Zhong Ming felt that the word should be kept by the Calligraphy Association or placed in a display cabinet so that all Chinese people could watch it.

However, Zhong Ming is also very clear that this is a private transaction. If you want to get the painting, no problem, you can pay more than McMillan's bid.

The problem is that Macmillan's offer is 20 million.

Not to mention that Zhong Ming does not have the money now, even if he does, it is not possible to buy out the word, and he was innocent, and this Mr. Liu was cheap.

Zhong Ming saw that although this Mr. Liu was a Chinese, he was obviously a cultural relic dealer. At that time, maybe it was because of some coincidence that the word was obtained, saying that it was collected by himself. In fact, the other party's bid was slightly higher and it was intended to sell.

The question is, does he know who Macmillan is? Can you be kind to this word after you buy it?

With eyes closed, the dialogue here is about to end. Seeing what Mr. Liu meant, he wanted to sell.

If it does, it will be difficult to take it out of Macmillan again.

Zhong Ming happened to be near this group of people, and sighed: "Hey, some people are willing to sell 20 million for this kind of work. It is really stupid and rich. It seems that there is money, and you ca n’t buy culture. what."

Macmillan could understand Chinese, and his face was dark.

This sentence is obviously ironic!

McMillan said coldly: "Strange, I spend money on something I like, why are so many people blocking it? You will say this word is very valuable, and then you will say that it is not worth 20 million Please, those of you who make trouble, at least unify the statement first. "

Lao Jin and Qian also froze for a moment, do not know the intention of Zhong Ming's move.

Zhong Ming smiled: "Mr. Macmillan, I speak straight, I'm sorry. But I listen to what you said before, buy this word because of your son?"

Macmillan nodded: "Yes, my son likes it very much. As long as the word can improve his calligraphy, I would like to spend this money."

"Hey, that's the truth. Mr. Macmillan, I understand your beloved heart very well, but in my opinion, this word actually has a lot of problems. Although this is the work of Master Cui Chenglu, it is his early years At that time, his artistic level had not yet reached the level of later, and the writing of "Self-narrative Posts" was naturally much worse in artistic value. "

Mr. Liu couldn't listen anymore. What does it mean, this is to devalue my collection?

"A nonsense, what is important in the early years and the later years? Is it important that you have spoken here for a long time, but you can come up with the works of Master Cui Chenglu in his old age?" Mr. Liu frowned. The master's authenticity, you say that it has a low level of art. Why not write one? If you can write better than the master, I won't sell this painting and donate it to the Ming'an Art Museum! "

Zhong Ming hurriedly said, "Don't, donate to the Calligraphy Association."

Mr. Liu was mad, "You ... what are you dreaming about?"

Macmillan also frowned, and said to the curator, "A man who makes trouble out of no reason can drive this man out of words?"

Zhong Ming smiled: "I dare to write, Mr. Liu, do you dare to donate?"

Mr. Liu turned his face directly.

Lao Jin was very happy, and quickly stopped the director of the museum: "Don't rush people! I testify to him, he can really write! Come on, prepare pen and ink!"

The curator looked at Macmillan ~ www.readwn.com ~ and looked at Lao Jin again.

He knew Lao Jin, and now the old blonde talks, of course, he can't really kick out Zhong Ming.

McMillan sneered: "OK, let him write. I want to see what he can write. If the Oriental doesn't mind being ugly in front of hundreds of people, I would love to see it."

Lao Jin dragged Zhong Ming quickly out of the crowd and came to an empty table.

During the previous competitions, pens, inks, inks, paperweights, etc. were prepared a lot, but there is no need to prepare them anymore.

Only paper, "Self-narrative Post" is a few meters in length, and it will be written in a special long scroll. It is also available here at the museum, and the staff quickly brought it.

Lao Jin whispered, "Can you really write? How confident are you?"

Zhong Ming didn't speak, just lifted her pen and dipped the ink.

Then, move like a wind, brush a little bit on the long scroll, and write quickly!