"Hey, don't talk about money. It doesn't matter how much or how little money you have. This is just my feelings for grandma." Xu Fei said with a smile.
"Master Xu is indeed thoughtful. It's hard to say the exact price of these Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls, but I'm sure it's definitely not less than 10 million, and the meaning is good. It's perfect to celebrate the birthday of the old president. Master Xu is thoughtful."
Suddenly, someone spoke.
Everyone turned around and looked at the speaker.
The speaker was an old man, with white hair and a boyish face, and a few wisps of mustache. He looked very fairy-like.
"It turns out to be Mr. Jiang. Why does Mr. Jiang know this painting?" someone asked.
Jiang Guiyuan smiled faintly and raised his hand to stroke his beard: "The Eighty-seven Immortal Scrolls are a national treasure handed down from generation to generation. As a member of the antique world, I have naturally paid attention to it."
Jiang Guiyuan is a well-known antique player in Binhai City. He is very knowledgeable about antique calligraphy and painting. He probably has some business dealings with many entrepreneurs present, so what he said is quite convincing.
"No less than ten million? Mr. Jiang, is this too exaggerated?" someone said.
"Yes, a painting, no matter how good it is, can last for hundreds of thousands or millions, but can it exceed tens of millions?"
Jiang Guiyuan smiled faintly: "It's no exaggeration. Do you know how this painting was preserved? This painting has experienced several wars and was once exiled overseas. Finally, the famous painter Mr. Xu Beihong bought the painting and officially returned to China.
country.
Do you know how much Mr. Xu Beihong spent on this painting?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Mr. Jiang, please stop being so secretive and tell me quickly."
"Yes, we all believe what you say. You are a big boss in this industry."
Not far away, Xiao April looked at everything happening here and shook his head.
"It's boring, there's too much foreshadowing, it's too complicated, and it's tiring to watch!"
Aunt Hong was a little confused: "Xiao Yiyue, what do you mean?"
Xiao Siyue licked the lollipop and said with a smile: "Aunt Hong, I'll bet you a lollipop that this person named Jiang is the one Xu Fei hired. Do you believe it?"
"Ah? Please, what kind of request?" Aunt Hong was a little confused.
"He just cooperates with Xu Fei and raises his status value. To put it bluntly, he speaks for Xu Fei, helps him gain favor, and at the same time belittles my uncle."
"Ah, there are still people like this. What should we do? The old president won't be deceived by them, right?" Aunt Hong said anxiously.
"Don't worry, this guy's pretentious tricks are too backward. My uncle didn't use this kind of tricks many years ago. He can't stand a chance in front of my uncle." Xiao Siyue said.
Jiang Guiyuan glanced at the crowd and said, "In 1944, Mr. Xu Beihong spent two hundred thousand in cash, plus more than thirty works of his own, in exchange for these Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls."
What?
What was the concept of two hundred thousand in 1944? How much is it worth now?
Not to mention, in addition to 200,000 in cash, more than 30 paintings by Xu Beihong were added in exchange for this one?
You know, Xu Beihong's words are priceless now.
Historically, Xu Beihong's paintings have several auction records.
For example, the picture of galloping horse has 80.68 million, the picture of horse riding in the autumn wind has 39 million, and the picture of falling flower is independent 64.96 million...
Of course, it is impossible for every painting to be so valuable, but it will not be low, but at least it is definitely worth hundreds of thousands per painting.
Of course, not everyone may understand this knowledge, but it can be said to be a consensus that Xu Beihong's paintings are valuable.
The eighty-seven fairy scrolls given by Xu Fei were exchanged by Xu Beihong for more than thirty paintings of his own and an additional two hundred thousand yuan. This value...
"Master Xu, you are so arrogant. You must have put a lot of thought into finding this painting, right?"
"Yeah, it's definitely not easy, but it can also be seen that Mr. Xu attaches great importance to President Su, and it can also be seen that Mr. Xu loves Mr. Ling."
"Yeah, I'm so touched. If there could be a man who could be so caring for me, I would be willing to die."
"Forget it, can you compare with Mr. Ling?"
Xu Fei enjoyed and benefited from everyone's flattery and praise. This was the effect he wanted.
Xu Fei glanced at Su Hongyuan, as if waiting for Su Hongyuan to express his stance.
However, Su Hongyuan was sitting there with a very calm face, not as happy or excited as expected, which made Xu Fei feel a little uneasy.
"It's probably too unexpected and shocking." Xu Fei thought in his mind.
This is normal. If you really love painting, you must know about this fairy scroll and know its value and rarity. It is normal for you to be so shocked that it is difficult to recover.
Not getting the reaction he wanted from Su Hongyuan, Xu Fei turned to look at Ye Luo.
"Ye Luo, now, do you still think you are qualified to compare with Mr. Xu?" Someone said very cooperatively.
"Haha, you see, he is probably scared out of his wits. What does a street vendor understand? Can he understand a painting worth tens of millions? Ten million, he can't earn it even if he sells carpets in his lifetime."
Seeing Xu Fei looking at him and hearing the sound of people around him praising Xu Fei and stepping on him, Ye Luo smiled.
The opportunity has come, it has finally come. The more they lay the groundwork in front of them, the harder they step on themselves, and the higher they lift Xu Fei up, the louder they will slap themselves in the face.
Ye Luo took a step forward,
It's time for me to perform!
"Passed!"
Just when Ye Luo was about to speak, a not loud but powerful voice suddenly sounded, interrupting everyone's discussion.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at the speaker.
It is today’s birthday girl, Su Hongyuan.
Everyone didn't quite understand what she meant by saying "pass", and they all looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
Ye Luo, on the other hand, felt annoyed for a while. It was over, and someone wanted to steal his opportunity to show off.
Su Hongyuan looked at Xu Fei and gave a meaningful look: "Okay, Mr. Xu is serious about it. This painting is too valuable and I can't accept it, but it's enough for you to have such a heart."
Hearing this, Xu Fei frowned, this was not the result he wanted.
You have planned so much and laid the foundation for so much, and you are just waiting for Su Hongyuan to say that I won’t accept it?
Ye Luo also frowned slightly, the atmosphere was so tense. He even thought about his lines, but he refused to pretend?
Xu Fei looked at Wang Yeping. At this time, he needed to add some firepower.
Wang Yeping saw Xu Fei's eyes and understood instantly.
He took a step forward and said: "Old madam, this is Xu Fei's heart. The child is sincere to Mu Xue and respects you very much. Just accept this painting. No matter how much it is worth, it is the child's heart.
, Anyway, from now on we are all our own people, no matter where we put them, they will be the same."
The meaning of saying that we are all our own people from now on is obvious enough.
"Yes, grandma, let's not talk about the money or not. We don't talk about this among ourselves. I hope you will accept it," Xu Fei said.
Su Hongyuan still shook her head: "I accept it. Thank you Xu Fei. Also say hello to your father for me. I really can't take this painting away. Take it back."
Being rejected again, Xu Fei's face became even more ugly.
Wang Yeping also looked puzzled: "Old madam, why?"
"Yes, grandma, I don't understand, why?" Xu Fei also said.
"Why? Because this painting is fake. The old lady tried her best to save some face for you and didn't want to say it out loud. But you are so ungrateful and keep asking why. Are you sick? There's shit in your head.