Chapter 1820 The masterpiece of the master is worth tens of millions
Chapter 1820 Master’s Work
Li Han could only smile bitterly at the farce in front of him, but he had no choice but to promise that he would deliver some of the remaining tea leaves in the manor in two days, and finally escaped.
"This tea is so good, it's so sad." Li Han couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. He had to go into the space to work again tonight. Tea-picking man, thinking about picking tea and coffee beans by himself, he almost became a professional.
"He's a good kid." Guo Zhen patted Li Han on the shoulder and said.
Li Tai next to him had a stern look on his face. "That is, the child of our old Li family, that one is not a good boy."
Li Han was helpless. Not to mention that Li Tai was actually related to the Anxi Li family. After all, he might actually be the elder Li Han.
"Okay, you old and disrespectful people, this kid didn't come here to mess with you." Zong Hai said. "Little man, did you bring your painting with you?"
"Oh, I brought these three paintings." Li Han said, ignoring Zong Ziqi who was winking at him, and the girl ran over after him.
"Slimming candy, it's really effective, Han, I slept well yesterday." Zong Ziqi said with a smile. "Han, I heard Natalie say yesterday that there is a kind of medicinal wine at Hank Farm, which is very good for the elderly and their sleep.
help."
"Hey, Hank Farm Liquor, Old Man Zong, is this kid from Hank Farm?" Li Tai shouted.
Zong Hai nodded. "Yes."
"You old man Zong, you forgot about the magical medicinal wine you mentioned a few days ago. It's not from Hank Farm." Li Tai said.
"Magic medicinal wine?" Zong Hai was also a little excited. "Little Han, did you really prepare this medicinal wine?"
"Yes." Li Han nodded.
Zong Hai laughed loudly. "Okay, okay."
Zong Hai, Li Tai, and several old people cheered. "Grandpa, what's wrong? Is the medicinal wine really powerful?" Zong Ziqi just heard yesterday that he had used slimming candies and found them very useful, so he thought about buying the medicinal wine as a gift.
To grandpa. "Han, I want to buy some."
"Ziqi, this kid has a lot of heart." Several elderly people nearby looked at Zong Hai with envy. Zong Hai was smiling with a little pride. At such an old age, money is just something external to them.
Short of money.
Having children and grandchildren who are filial and sensible is what really makes the elderly happy. "Ziqi, this medicinal wine is not something you can buy casually," Zong Hai said.
"Don't you think you can't buy it if you have money?" Zong Ziqi muttered. "It's not as good as diet candy, right?"
"What kind of fruit is more difficult to lose weight than that, isn't it, little Han." Zong Hai looked at Li Han.
"Haha, not really. It's just that the output of medicinal wine is not high. Most of them are acquaintances and some old friends." Li Han said.
"Grandpa, is the Chinese medicinal wine famous?" Zong Ziqi finally came to his senses.
"Haha, the outside world may not know." Zong Hai said. "But in a small circle, your reputation is not small."
"A small circle?" Zong Ziqi pouted, looking down on Zong Hai's words about the small circle. You know, there are many people who know well-known things.
"Don't underestimate this circle, do you know those people are in it?" Zong Hai said.
"Is it more powerful than grandpa?" Zong Ziqi didn't quite believe how powerful this circle could be.
Zong Hai smiled. "Your grandfather and I can only get in based on our age. Everyone in the circle is top-notch."
"Really?" Zong Ziqi was a little surprised. His grandfather said that the Chinese were among the best.
"Steve, Bill, Lucas, Kohler, David, Larry." Zong Hai only said a few names casually, and Zong Ziqi opened his mouth.
Unable to believe it, Zong Ziqi turned to look at Li Han. "Han, are these all happening?"
"Some old friends." Li Han nodded.
Zong Ziqi was a little dizzy. It seemed like Li Han was someone who could enter this circle. "Jennifer introduced me," Li Han said.
"Jennifer?" Zong Ziqi thought, a woman whose beauty cannot be ignored doesn't seem to like to talk much.
Zong Hai looked at his granddaughter and smiled. "Little Han, this child is calm and energetic. When will Zi Yu be able to have it?" He was envious of Li Han's parents. In his eyes, Han's parents were well educated.
.
"Medicine, we know, let's take a look at the painting first, don't keep the child waiting for too long." Li Tai said with a smile, and several other old people nodded.
The person who brewed the medicinal wine was found. I was afraid that he might have escaped. Let’s take a look at the picture first. The old people are all mature with age. You can see Li Han’s character at a glance. He probably helped. This kid’s character and medicinal wine are completely different.
Don't worry.
It is still unclear who Zong Hai is. The Zong family has already been eliminated in the competition. "Look at the painting first, Zi Qi, don't make trouble."
Zong Ziqi pouted and muttered in a low voice, "Taking someone else as a target again."
Li Han had good hearing and just happened to hear it. He chuckled. "Humph, Han, I won't be looking for you for a while." Zong Ziqi snorted. "Let's go."
"Are you going too?"
"What's wrong, of course I want to go, I am." Zong Ziqi said, turned to look at Li Han, smiled, and quickly walked into the appraisal room.
Li Han had a puzzled look on his face, and Li Tai smiled and said, "Don't underestimate Zi Qi. Zi Qi is no worse at appraising oil paintings than us old men."
"What, her?" Li Han really couldn't believe it.
"That's right."
Li Han was really confused. This child-like girl actually had a talent in this area. "Han, you really plan to remove the top layer of Andrew Wyeth's paintings."
"It's best to keep it," Li Han said.
"Let's try it first." Li Tai and others did not dare to do it 100%.
Zong Ziqi looked reluctant. "This painting is one of the few that Andrew painted when he was young. Although the value is not high, it has a strong reference for studying the formation of Andrew Wyeth's painting style."
Li Han, looking at Zong Ziqi with an artistic face, was still a little uncomfortable. "Haha, maybe, it's just that I don't know much about art. I want to know what secrets Old Berg hides in this painting.
,Perhaps, my curiosity is too strong."
"Ziqi, come here, we will try our best to save it." Li Tai, ready to start.
They were ready. This technique, which is similar to painting on a rock wall, is very cumbersome. Li Han and Zong Hai watched for a while and then sat down next to them. "Little Han, don't worry, it will be done soon."
There are results.”
It's just very fast, but time is measured in hours. "Hey, I finally didn't damage Andrew's painting."
"Has it been taken off?"
"That's right." Li Tai said with a smile.
"That's great." Zong Ziqi clapped his hands.
"Can you see the painting below?" Li Han asked.
Zong Ziqi rolled his eyes at Li Han. "Why are you so impatient? You still need to clean up."
It took another half an hour to finally clean up the painting, and the covered painting reappeared. "Is this a signature?"
Li Han had known the location of the signature. When he saw Li Tai and Zong Ziqi, he looked at the painting with a shocked expression and whispered, "Where is the signature?"
"Looks a bit like this here?"
Li Han pointed to a place on the edge.
"Yes, it's a signature, signed in Russian, in the style of Mark Rothko." Zong Ziqi took a look and said.
"Mark Rothko?" Zong Hai was a little surprised. "Is this really a geek?"
"Painting style, yes, Mark Rothko formed his own style at this time." Li Tai looked at Li Han. "Boy, you are lucky. Although this painting is not Mark Rothko's pinnacle work,
But it is an important stage in the formation of style. If this painting were to be auctioned, it would be worth at least tens of millions."
"That's right, you're such a lucky guy." Zong Ziqi watched Li Han discover the treasure list.
"I wonder if the other two paintings are also paintings by Mark Rothko." Zong Ziqi said in a low voice.
"Isn't this possible?"
"Who knows, this guy is very lucky."
Two hours later, several old people were all dumbfounded. "It's true. Although these two words are not as good as before, they are at least a million dollars."
Three paintings cost at least 12 million US dollars. This is simply terrifying to think about, especially since Han has more than 200 paintings.
"God." Zong Ziqi, thinking about more than two hundred paintings, almost feels crazy.
Zong Ziqi glanced at Li Han with shock in his eyes. "Haha." Li Han smiled and said nothing.
Zong Hai gave Zong Ziqi a wink, and Zong Ziqi nodded. There were more than two hundred paintings, and most likely all of them were painted by Mark Rothko, the master.
Zong Hai couldn't help but be shocked. You must know that even if a painting costs more than one million dollars, more than 200 million US dollars, and the publication of so many paintings by Mark Rothko is no small matter.
Li Han was very grateful to Zong Hai. Of course, he was a little surprised. Zong Ziqi didn't look as naive as he seemed. When he sent Li Tai and others off, Li Han promised to send tea leaves in a few days.
Li Tai and his party were very happy. They were promised tea and medicinal wine and left their address. As for the appraisal fee, a few people smiled and waved, saying that they paid for it with a cup of tea.
"Xiaohan, what do you plan to do with the other paintings?" Zong Hai said.
Li Han thought for a while and said. "I plan to still open the other paintings, but this candidate." Li Han glanced at Zong Ziqi, and Zong Hai shook his head. "Ziqi, I'm not very good at being alone.
rest assured."
"Grandpa, it doesn't matter, I can do it well," Zong Ziqi said. "Han, are you afraid?"
"Haha, it's an unexpected fortune. Fortunately, I lost my life when I got it." Li Han said with a smile.
"Okay, kid, you have a rare kind of character." Zong Hai's eyes lit up, he glanced at his granddaughter, then at Li Han, and nodded.
Li Han always felt that Zong Hai's look was a little strange just now. Zong Ziqi's face turned slightly red and he smiled bitterly. He would wait for a chance to talk to his grandfather.
"Han, let's go."
"Go there now?"
Li Han was a little surprised.
"Why, aren't you curious? If all the paintings taken were Mark Rothko's, they would be worth hundreds of millions of dollars." Zong Ziqi said.
"Of course, I kind of hope it's all true."
Li Han said with a smile.
"Then what are you waiting for? Come on, I'm very curious whether the remaining paintings are Mark Rothko's." Zong Ziqi said with a smile.
