The Story of Happiness Court

Chapter 110 The Seventh Deal

If you get shot, just get shot, this kind of shot seems to make people feel very good.

The main reason is that the girl He Lianlian is so beautiful, even when she is angry, she is like a flower blooming in full bloom.

Maybe people in the art world are so familiar or open, unrestrained, generous and straightforward?Didn't you say that these people are very reserved?

Leng Hanhui shook his head, returned to his bedroom, and honestly removed the two burdens on his body. For the first time, he made up his mind that after the mission from Chang Lao was over, he must use the That big safe, so that no one sees himself as a monster.

He took out the pulse pillow and the needle box of the silver needle, and he will give Chang Laohao a pulse later.When I came back, I saw He Changzai and his aunt and nephew negotiating.

He Lianlian said with a smile: "My aunt is a painter, and her attainments are higher than mine. Can't you see the beauty of this painting? Let me remind you. First of all, look at the lone wolf at the foot of the mountain. Does the indomitable look look like a dying hero full of loneliness and anger?"

The pulse pillow in Leng Hanhui's hand fell to the ground with a "click".

He turned his head to look at He Lianlian who was smiling, and then at Chang Lao who was frowning in thought, and thought, this is not the original intention of the lone wolf I drew?

It seems that there are a thousand different Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people, and this is true.

"Secondly, look, this eagle in the sky..."

"Shut up! Stop it! I taught you this kind of nonsense. You stupid girl, speak well. Don't tell me about the artistry and originality of this painting. I understand this better than you.

Now, tell me, how much are you going to sell this painting for? "He Changzai was a little unhappy.

Whoever's niece doesn't help herself, but helps others, will be unhappy.

He Lianlian was not afraid at all. She looked at her teacher, and then at the confused Leng Hanhui. Seeing that one of them was contemplating and the other was watching the excitement in a daze, she sighed secretly. Not a business person.

Then I shook my head and said to my aunt: "One of my master's three famous works won the first prize in the National Painting and Calligraphy Competition. Yes, it is the landscape painting 20 years ago. You told me yourself. Its price It was 78 yuan, that is, the one with less than six square feet.

Now this painting has been hyped to almost exceed 500 million, you still told me about this, right?

Take a good look at this painting, which one is of a higher level than that painting? "He Lianlian pointed to the "Distant Mountains" on the painting table and continued: "Look at it, be serious, I won't go into details, and besides, you might become angry and want to beat me up, after you read all the details carefully, then Talk about price.

Auntie, if it is my master's painting, I can give it to you for free, and I can make the decision.

But, look, there is also a share of the little monster that Master said. He is now engaged in public welfare. Let's not look at other aspects. We should support it purely for public welfare. Besides, you recently How many millions of dollars have been donated to charitable foundations over the years?So, as for this painting, it should reflect its true value, don't you think? "

Another little monster.

Girls have small minds.

Leng Hanhui finally understood, this He Lianlian really wanted to help Master, so maybe she also included herself?Otherwise, a painting of less than 500 square decimeters can be sold for [-] million?There must be moisture, right?

She was seriously discussing business with her aunt.However, it is from another angle.

It is not a question of money, but a question of righteousness.And the issue of righteousness has never been a small issue.

But, there are exceptions to everything in this world. Righteousness and morality are sometimes insignificant in front of interests, especially in front of profit-seeking people.

However, Leng Hanhui knew that this He Changzai was not such a person.

At the very least, a person who can donate several million would probably not be too stingy with this pretty good painting, right?Moreover, Changchun's fame and his painting skills should be worth the price, but businessmen seek profit, and cultural businessmen are also businessmen.

He Changzai really walked to the painting table and began to look at the painting carefully.

"Well, very good. This half of Li Gou's poems are suitable for the occasion here. The characters are well written and have a deep foundation. They are not entirely in the style of pavilions and pavilions. They are innovative and have a different flavor. Unlike The handwriting of a young man is a bit like that of a middle-aged man, with a sense of vicissitudes.

Hello!Boy, did you really write this lowercase script? "He Changzai turned his head and asked Leng Hanhui.

Leng Hanhui was observing Chang Lao's expression, and suddenly heard the question, nodded quickly: "Yes, what's the problem?"

He Changzai was taken aback: "No problem, I'm just asking."

Then, she began to look at the painting seriously again.

During this period, Chang Lao has been immersed in thinking.

"When a problem arises, anyone can feel it. Mr. Chang is helping and lagging behind. Therefore, there are two possibilities for the value of this painting.

One is a collector who simply loves Chang Lao's paintings, and they will not pay a high price for such a painting.

There is also a collector who likes to hunt for novelty, strays, and long-time die-hard fans, they may pay a high price to buy.

It depends on my aunt and my marketing methods, so the factors of uncertainty are there.

How about this, make up a whole number, 200 million, I don't want any more. "He Changzai said firmly.

Leng Hanhui was a little shocked. He looked at He Lianlian who was also shocked, and thought it was incredible.

Just a piece of rice paper, a little ink, and two writing brushes, can sell 200 million yuan if you smear it?

Looking at his niece's face, and then at this young man's face, He Changzai looked at Chang Lao, who frowned.

Her momentum suddenly weakened: "Well, Chang Lao's illness has been known to many people, so the prices of his paintings are rising rapidly, and this cannot be hidden from you.

Add another 50, 250 million! "

Leng Hanhui smiled: "Two hundred and five."

He Changzai blushed a bit: "260 million, this time I really lost all my money.

Please don't be like this, at least give me a clear explanation. "

This time, He Lianlian hadn't spoken yet, and Leng Hanhui couldn't speak any more. He asked for an extra 60 for a joke of his own, and his heart was still pounding.

"That's the decision!" Chang Lao suddenly raised his head and said loudly.

"Okay! Deal! It's a happy deal!" He Changzai quickly took out a paper contract from her computer bag.

"Old Chang, this is a contract, as long as you add the price and sign your name, it's all done." At this moment, He Chang is like the guy named Mu Renzhi in the movie "The White Haired Girl" , almost grabbed Chang Lao's hand, signed his name, took out ink pad, painted Chang Lao's fingers, and pressed heavily on Chang Lao's name.

A copy was given to Chang Lao, but Chang Lao seemed to be still out of his mind, so He Lianlian snatched it and locked it in Chang Lao's drawer.

He Changzai looked very satisfied. She picked up the contract, blowing the handwriting and ink pad that Chang Lao signed to make them dry faster, and then put it away in satisfaction and put it in the computer bag.