Mr. Xu's stumbling voice naturally attracted Bei Lingxuan's attention, but when she heard her mother's name, she was still surprised.

Before Bei Lingxuan could speak, Mr. Xu spoke again.

"The authentic work is actually Ling Moyan's original work. Oh, I'm not dreaming!"

As if he had seen some rare treasure, Mr. Xu stared closely at the painting hanging on the wall and murmured to himself.

That painting was what Ling Moyan originally gave to Bei Lingxuan. Bei Lingxuan said that day that she would hang the painting in a conspicuous place in the drug store so that it could be seen at any time.

"Mr. Xu, what are you talking about?"

Bei Lingxuan couldn't help but say something later.

"Ah, ah, I, I..." Mr. Xu was so interrupted by Bei Lingxuan that he was speechless.

"Oh, shopkeeper, is this painting of yours an authentic work by Ling Moyan?" Mr. Xu suddenly asked.

Bei Lingxuan was stunned for a moment, thinking that her mother's name was so resounding. She had lived in Kunlun Mountain for so many years, but people could still recognize her paintings when they appeared.

"That's right." There was nothing to hide, so Bei Lingxuan simply admitted it.

"Sure enough, I saw it right. So what...that painting, can you sell it to me?" Mr. Xu asked, pointing to the painting.

"What? Selling it to you?" Bei Lingxuan said in surprise.

"Yes, oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little excited. So, no matter how much you offer, as long as I can pay you, I will never counter-offer, how about that!" Mr. Xu's tone had returned to calmness at this time.

"Mr. Xu, I'm sorry, I won't sell this painting." Bei Lingxuan said directly.

"Not for sale?"

"Yes, not for sale."

"Oh, are you worried about the price?"

"No, I won't sell it no matter how much you pay, even if you move a mountain of gold, it will be the same." Bei Lingxuan said.

Such an answer is equivalent to cutting off Mr. Xu's options. At least for this painting, he can no longer make any plans.

"Shopkeeper, don't worry. Think about it again. I really didn't expect that you actually have Ling Moyan's painting in your hand. Oh, this is a rare treasure. I remember five years ago, I met him at a friend's house in Beijing.

I once saw an ink painting by Ling Moyan. Alas, that friend of mine treasured it like a treasure and kept it tightly. He showed it to me just once and it took away my soul. To tell you the truth, I

I just like these things. I buy some precious medicinal materials, antiques and jade articles when I have nothing to do. I also like some famous calligraphy and paintings. Let’s put it this way, I really like this. I am lucky enough to encounter so many good things today.

Just make it easy for you and sell me this painting. Don't worry, I will never bargain for the price. You can offer it, but as long as I can afford it, I will definitely pay it!"

Mr. Xu's words naturally revealed his thoughts. It seemed that he really liked it.

In fact, it's not surprising that he likes her. In terms of fame, Ling Moyan is much more famous than Bei Lingxuan. Some families of scholars, businessmen, and officials all know her name. Her ink painting has long been world-famous, and her brushwork is elegant.

, the ink accumulation is accurate, the light ink is crisp, the ink and ink are harmonious, and the layers are clear. This is the world's most exquisite interpretation of her paintings.

I think back then, one of her paintings was bought for one million taels of gold, causing a sensation. This person named Xu must also know about it, so if I encountered Ling Moyan's things today, I can still let it go.

.

But no matter what he said, Bei Lingxuan is just two words, no.

How could he sell the gift his mother gave him casually? Besides, even if it was not given to him, how could he sell the paintings painted by his mother for money? That would be too immoral.

"Shopkeeper, are you worried that I can't afford the money? Otherwise, you can pay me a visit to your house. If nothing else, as long as you are willing to sell it to me, I can give you a few million taels of silver."

"Mr. Xu, let me tell you straight, this painting is a good thing in your eyes, but it is irreplaceable to me. Since it is irreplaceable, I will not sell it no matter how much money I have.

, let’s talk about medicinal materials.” Bei Lingxuan said.

"You really don't want to sell it?"

"Not for sale."

Seeing Bei Lingxuan's firm tone, Mr. Xu had no choice but to look at the disappointed expression on his face, which made people feel a little distressed.

"Oh, I am not so lucky in this life. Come on, come on, I am lucky enough to see you once today. Since I don't want to sell it, I can't force it. Come on, come back with me to get the money."

Ordinarily, Mr. Xu wants to buy this painting, but Bei Lingxuan insists on not selling it. This means that he has refuted Mr. Xu's face. If Mr. Xu is a little unreasonable, he can use this as an excuse to sell the paintings he just bought.

All the medicinal materials were also withdrawn. It was not a vain idea, Bei Lingxuan even had this plan.

However, Mr. Xu did not do this. This alone gave Bei Lingxuan a very good impression of this person. At least it proved that this person really liked this thing and knew not to force others into things.

"Xue Long, follow me to get the silver, and be sure to keep everything safe," Bei Lingxuan ordered.

"Yes, Palace Master!"

After saying that, Mr. Xu shook his head and left with a sigh. He almost stumbled when he went out, which showed that he was distracted.

After they left, Bei Lingxuan raised her hand and said, "Go, take off this painting, put it behind, and keep it well."

Mr. Xu is easy to talk to. If he meets someone who is unreasonable and insists on buying, Bei Lingxuan will have a headache just thinking about it.

Mr. Xu had just walked out a few steps when he turned around and saw Xue Long following behind, so he quickly said: "What about that, brother, could you please tell your shopkeeper and sell me the painting?"

Otherwise, as long as you sell it to me, I will guarantee 30% of the medicinal materials in your pharmacy from now on, how about that?"

As soon as Mr. Xu said this, Xuelong's heart immediately skipped a beat, thinking that this temptation was too great.

What is the concept of keeping 30% of the items? In other words, there is no need to think hard about how to do business. Someone will naturally buy 30% of the items in the drug store every month, which saves a lot of effort.

If the painting was of a snow dragon, he would have agreed without hesitation, but after all, it was not his.

"Mr. Xu, to be honest, you are sincere, but that painting has special meaning to our shopkeeper, so she won't sell it, so don't even think about it," Xue Long said.
Chapter completed!