Painting sage...Wu Daozi?

Mr. Mei sorted out some information about the painting sage Wu Daozi in his mind. This man was good at strokes, and there seems to be no paper handed down to the world. Anyway, I heard that the works of the painting sage Wu Daozi have long been immortal, and are now handed down to the world.

, that is, the Eighty-seven Immortals Picture, what else is there? He found that he didn’t know much about antiques. If Wu Daozi hadn’t been so famous and Duanmu Baolian had said it, he wouldn’t have known about it.

"Legend has it that Wu Daozi has no works handed down to the world." Mr. Mei couldn't help but pour cold water on her.

"That doesn't matter." Duanmu Baolian smiled, "Headmaster Zhou said that he has a friend who is interested in my bronze tripod. When the time comes, I just need to sell the bronze tripod and get back the principal and interest.

The fairy in that painting looks so much like me, I’m going to keep it.”

"How much are you going to buy for that bronze tripod?" Mr. Mei asked curiously.

"This number!" Duanmu Baolian raised two fingers.

"Secret?" Mr. Mei said angrily, "I have been in the antique business for two years, but I still don't understand the terminology and gestures between them. You learn quickly."

"This is not second-rate goods, nor is it some sign language." Duanmu Baolian said, "I'm just telling you, it's only 200 million. Of course, this is still my preliminary estimate, hehe, maybe I will increase it."

Mr. Mei clicked his tongue and asked, "Is it the broken tripod?"

"Uncle, calm down, calm down!" Duanmu Baolian suddenly remembered something, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

"Why am I not calm anymore, Pauline? Let me ask you seriously, is that broken cauldron really worth 200 million?" Mr. Mei asked.

"You still said breaking the tripod?" Duanmu Baolian's face turned redder, she was embarrassed and anxious, and said, "That's a curse word."

"Ah..." Mr. Mei suddenly came to his senses. He was talking about the matter. The tripod was indeed old and broken, but he ignored the other aspect. Broken tripod was indeed a curse word.

"It's my fault!" Mr. Mei apologized hurriedly, "The bronze tripod is really so valuable."

"It may be more than this amount." Duanmu Baolian said, "However, Master Zhou is very loyal, and I don't want to offer too high a price. If it were someone else, I might offer 220 million to 250 million.

It’s around 10 million, which is just a little lower than the market price.”

"Is this still slightly lower than the market price?" Mr. Mei was completely speechless. He was very rich, but he still couldn't understand the use of a shabby thing that was so valuable and could not keep the cold warm or satisfy the hungry.

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Duanmu Baolian leaned on the soft leather chair, closed her eyes, and thought for a while before saying: "Uncle, I can't understand the prices in the antique market. But do as the Romans do, since you asked me to be the owner of Jinmeifang

Boss, I always study the market price. Just take

As for porcelain, I prefer the rows of Jingdezhen craft vases you put on the shelf outside. They are gorgeous in color and exquisite in design, in line with modern people’s aesthetics. The point is, they are still very new and beautiful, but you go

Look at that Ru porcelain? Is that vase nice?"

"Ru porcelain has high artistic achievements, it is not what you imagined." Mr. Mei suddenly said, "Are those two pieces of Ru porcelain real?"

"It should be true!" Duanmu Baolian said.
Chapter completed!