But now, someone actually said that he would become a great master. This kind of recognition was the most touching thing in Xiong Jiushan's life.
His eyes were red, and he said excitedly: "Okay! Just say this to you, I will do my best in the hundred paintings! If there are any flaws, I will tear them up and start over again. I will definitely live up to your trust!"
Seeing Xiong Jiushan being so impassioned, Jiang Zhihao burst into laughter in his heart.
Xiong Jiushan's current level of copying is not much worse than that of a few decades later. Among the top 100 famous paintings, at least 15 can be sold for more than 100 million, and the lowest price for the rest is more than 20 million.
To put it simply, Jiang Zhihao’s 50 million will be at least a hundred times greater in twenty-five years!
Using 50 million in twenty-five years to get 5 billion in benefits, no one in this world will refuse.
Moreover, Jiang Zhihao also added an additional clause to him: he could only copy the fifteen famous paintings worth over 100 million yuan once in his life.
So if you can bite the bullet and keep it for twenty more years, it can be doubled again!
Afterwards, Jiang Zhihao did not hesitate at all and gave Xiong Jiushan a full payment of 50 million on the spot. Xiong Jiushan almost cut his own aorta to prove how boiling his blood was.
He didn't even have time to chat with Jiang Zhihao, he was going back to his hometown and painted behind closed doors. He would never go out until he copied the top 100 famous paintings!
After seeing off Xiong Jiushan, Jiang Zhihao took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at the treasure map inside, his eyes filled with heat.
If you dig out these things, you will soon be able to own hundreds of billions of assets. If you come here this time, you will really make a fortune!
You know, Jiang Zhihao had hundreds of billions of assets in his previous life, which took almost thirty years. But now, he will reach that level soon.
Even with amazing willpower, I can't help but feel extremely excited.
After seeing Xiong Jiushan off, Jiang Zhihao called Li Bing again and told her that he was going to Li's house as a guest and that he wouldn't have to worry about anything here.
Li Bing's tone on the phone was low, and Jiang Zhihao sensed something was wrong. After asking a few questions, he found out that her mother, Li Yirui, had suffered a heart attack out of anger and had been admitted to the hospital.
Although he and Li Bing were not a real couple, Li Yirui was hospitalized and had something to do with him, which was considered an indirect reason.
After thinking for a while, Jiang Zhihao said: "Then let me tell Mr. Li that I will go see your mother before leaving."
"It's okay. I have already found many experts. Although the situation is not very good, your matter is more important." Li Bing said.
Jiang Zhihao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You have said this, how can you not go?
Early the next morning, Jiang Zhihao came to the hospital. When he arrived at the door of the ward, he saw two men and one woman inside, lecturing Li Bing.
"Tell me how you can make your mother so angry! She is doing it for your own good. Do you really want to make her angry to death?" said the woman.
Li Bing lowered his head and said nothing, and the other two people also scolded him, basically saying the same thing.
Even if your mother goes against your ideas, she is doing it for your own good, so you can't be angry with her!
Jiang Zhihao knocked on the door and walked in. When he saw him coming, Li Bing quickly came over to greet him.
The woman just asked: "Who is this?"
Li Yirui, who was lying on the hospital bed, covered her chest. Even though she was wearing an oxygen mask, she still pointed at Jiang Zhihao and said angrily: "You still have the nerve! Get out! I don't want to see you!"
Knowing that this was the man who disrupted Li Bing's blind date, the woman who was about the same age as Li Yirui immediately walked over and almost poked Jiang Zhihao's eyes with her finger: "What do you want to do! You have to pester our Bingbing, right?