I, a Hundred Billion Boss, Signed in the City for Eight Years!

A portrait of a lady is displayed in front of everyone.

The brush and ink of the whole painting are condensed, the thickness of the lines, the extremely negative changes, and the ups and downs, with a unique sense of rhythm.

The entire painting only uses ink and wash as the material. The outline, pause, and fluctuation of the brush and ink have also become rich changes in the details of the expression.

In the courtyard where there are lake stones, the lady is beautiful, holding a fan in one hand, staring sideways into the distance, her brows revealing sad and bleak eyes.

Looking at the inscription on the left side of the scroll, everyone just felt in a trance.

Qiu Lai holds a fan and collects it, and the beautiful woman is very sentimental.

Please look at the world situation in detail, most of them are not chasing hot and cold!

"This is actually Tang Bohu's picture of the autumn wind holding a fan! A few strange stones and a little green bamboo are embellished, and it actually shows the desolate autumn wind courtyard!"

"This style of depiction that takes freehand brushwork as its main purpose and pursues divine resemblance rather than appearance is definitely the real work of Tang Bohu!"

"This maid is alive, the resentment between her eyebrows and the fresh and beautiful face makes people look at her with pity and love!"

Ye Xuan's eyes flashed with joy, and after looking at the painting carefully, he sighed with emotion, "Tang Bohu was amazing and talented in his life, but he encountered difficulties. , the pain of gnashing of teeth that was put aside by the autumn wind. Even if it is a beautiful woman, drinking wine to drown your sorrows, you will not be able to shake off this melancholy."

The immature voice combines the painting with Tang Bohu's own encounters, and points out the profound meaning contained in it.

If it is said that among them, the one who understands Tang Bohu the most is this young Ye Xuan!

The faces of the shopkeepers were a little ugly. The bald shopkeeper looked at Ye Xuan and thought the child was very interesting, so he asked, "Let me ask you, do you know the story of Tang Bohu's acquisition of Ban Jieyu?"

Ye Xuan nodded, "Ban Jieyu was originally the favorite concubine of Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty. She was both talented and beautiful, but she was harmed by Zhao Feiyan. She made a fan song, and the autumn wind came, and the fan was useless, to imply her old age. The tragic fact of being abandoned. In the abandonment of the donation basket, the middle way of kindness is absolute."

Everyone was shocked by Ye Xuan's erudition.

Knowing the allusion to Ban Jieyu's autumn fan donation is easy to tell, but he can even recite one or two of the group fan songs.

You must know that this is a verse describing the sorrowful feelings of a virgin girl, how can an adult ask to memorize it.

This can only mean that Ye Xuan is the one who has read a lot of books, and has an excellent memory, so he uses it appropriately.

This is not a big deal for an adult whose logical thinking has been formed, but it is rare for an eight or nine-year-old child!

The bald shopkeeper clicked his tongue and stared at Zhao Yuan, "Master Zhao, where did you bring this child, yes!"

Zhao Yuan's expression became solemn, and he quickly corrected: "No, no, no! Ye Xiaoyou is not inferior to me in this aspect of appraisal. I am also fortunate to meet him, and I specially brought you to meet and appreciate the fine products."

Hearing Zhao Yuan's high evaluation of Ye Xuan, everyone's faces were colorful and indescribably fancy.

This is Zhao Yuan, and his ability to appreciate is obvious to all. Otherwise, those treasure appraising programs will not be scheduled specially, and they will have to wait for Zhao Yuan's schedule.

Such a character, actually admire a child so much?

There was only shock and disbelief in the eyes of everyone.

Ye Xuan didn't mind the scrutiny of everyone. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "Several people, it's rare to appreciate a painting of the level of Qiufeng's Fan Tu, but don't waste your time."

With a simple sentence, everyone's attention was once again turned to Tang Bohu's paintings.

Looking at this masterpiece of Tang Bohu, the eyes of several shopkeepers, from the initial shock, has turned into a kind of greed.

Such a rare painting, if I can get it in my pocket, I can taste it when I have nothing...

What a happy life like a fairy!

Just thinking about it, several shopkeepers felt that their hearts were flying.

But soon, a trace of helplessness began to appear in their radiant eyes.

Tang Bohu's paintings have always been sought after by many collectors.

His picture scroll of Songya Special Business even sold for a sky-high price of more than 70 million!

Although most of the premium of that painting came from the private printing of dozens of very famous collectors, the value of Tang Bohu's paintings has also risen.

unstoppable.

They carefully recalled the price of Tang Bohu's paintings in the spring and autumn auctions in the past two years, and then looked at this autumn wind holding fan picture, the price is definitely not low!

It's not an exaggeration to say it's expensive!

"Ahem, Mr. Lin, what price do you plan to sell this autumn wind holding fan?" The shopkeeper in a long gown asked with gritted teeth.

If the price is less than 50 million, it can still be considered.

Lin Dongpeng didn't sell anything, and said directly: "I'm talking about the reserve price, 150 million!"

As soon as the shopkeepers heard it, it was as if a cannonball had been ignited, and it immediately exploded.

"What! Lao Lin, are you crazy! Do you know that the highest price in the spring auction is only more than 70 million! You doubled it for me?"

"My God! I thought more than 50 million yuan was too much, and co-authoring is enough for you! If you don't buy it, you won't buy it. This is simply driving up the market price!"

"Tang Bohu's flowers are definitely good paintings, but you are a bad person who sells things!"

Lin Dongpeng looked coldly at the shopkeepers who lost their temper, and said directly, "If you think it's inappropriate, you can leave!"

can go?

The faces of several shopkeepers turned green, this is the beginning of chasing people, right?

All right, let's go!

Several shopkeepers also got angry, flicked their sleeves angrily, and left together.

Zhao Yuan sighed as he watched the disappearing backs of the shopkeepers.

He didn't speak for a while, and waited until everyone left before speaking, "Old Lin! Your price is indeed a bit high!

Think about it, this is 150 million in cash. Even if the four big shopkeepers have a rich family background, most of the money is working capital. Where can they be drawn? If you really want to make a move, I am afraid that this price will still have to be lowered! "

Lin Dongpeng knew that Zhao Yuan was for his own good, and what he said was from the bottom of his heart. But he is also a hot-tempered old man, and what he looks for is that he is unwilling to change.

"This painting is worth this price, why should I lower the price! If it really annoys me, I'll send him to the auction house, I still don't believe it!" Lin Dongpeng said angrily.

They have their own antique business, and if they need to go to the auction house to sell a painting, it will be a bit of a slap in the face.

But Lin Dongpeng thought more clearly, what's the point of slapping the face?

He couldn't let Tang Bohu's paintings get dusted and the price smeared by others!

Lin Dongpeng was about to put away the picture of Qiufeng's fan when he was talking, and Zhao Yuan, who was beside him, could only shake his head and sigh.

Is he helpless too?

With such a high price, he just joined in the fun, he really couldn't afford it!

There are very few people in this world who can afford this painting!

No one thought that a small hand suddenly blocked Lin Dongpeng's movement of closing the painting, but Ye Xuan reached out to stop him.

Seeing Lin Dongpeng frowning and looking over, Ye Xuan looked into his eyes and said, "Why put it away, they don't buy it, I'll buy it!"

Ye Xuan's words were not loud, but everyone present could hear them clearly.

Lin Dongpeng was stunned at the time, and the hands that received the painting stopped in mid-air.

Not only him, Lin Zhixi and Zhao Yuan were also stunned.

What did they hear?

Ye Xuan said he came to buy?

This is 150 million!

Even the four big shopkeepers with a wealth of money left with their sleeves, and a child of eight or nine years old actually said that he wanted to buy it?

Lin Zhixi wanted to fight back at that time, she didn't believe that this child could get so much money!

But she was worried that she would be too rude. She really liked this child and couldn't bear to hit Ye Xuan.

Zhao Yuan came back to his senses, bent down and looked at Ye Xuan, "Ye Xiaoyou, this painting sells for 150 million yuan, but it's not fifteen yuan. You must not joke."

Ye Xuan was brought in by him. If he really angered Lin Dongpeng, he would be implicated.

Lin Dongpeng looked at Ye Xuan with disdain, it was just a kid's joke.

Then he shook his head and smiled wryly.

It's ridiculous that no one is willing to offer a fair price to buy Tang Bohu's masterpiece!

The most ridiculous thing is that this value can only come true in children's jokes!

Woohoo!

Lin Zhixi also came over at this time, squatted down and said to Ye Xuan in a good voice: "Little boy, when you grow up and earn money, will you buy it again?"

Ye Xuan looked at the different faces in front of him and blinked.

He knew that these people did not believe in their own strength.

But at this time, any explanation is superfluous. Ye Xuan directly took out a card and threw it away, and said to several people: "This card has money, you can try it."

When everyone saw the black card thrown by Ye Xuan, the expressions on their faces froze.

The color of this card represents a good strength.

Could it be that this child is telling the truth?

Everyone's hearts were resisting this answer. They couldn't believe that an eight or nine-year-old child could have such strength!

It's so scary!

Ye Xuan looked at them in disbelief. He touched a pair of pockets, only to find Liu Yanran's business card.

He handed the business card to Lin Zhixi and said, "I don't have a business card yet. This is my secretary's business card. Now you guys are willing to give it a try, right?"

Lin Zhixi took the business card, with a few simple words printed on it, Director of Hua Xia Bank, Liu Yanran.

Liu Yanran is actually Ye Xuan's secretary?

The director of Hua Xia Bank acted as his secretary, how high is this person's identity!

Lin Zhixi was at a loss for words, and with trembling hands, she shoved the business card to her grandfather.

It was the first time that Lin Dongpeng saw his granddaughter. He was so excited that he picked up the business card and looked at it in confusion, but he couldn't take his eyes away.

Who can tell him that what he saw is not true!

Such proof, what else can he say!

"Zhixi, go get the pos machine." Lin Dongpeng calmed down and instructed his granddaughter.

Lin Zhixi walked to the back without hesitation, and when she came back, she had a pos machine in her hand.

Skillfully swipe the card and enter the amount.

One hundred and fifty million.

Lin Zhixi is really careful

After several times, I was very nervous and pressed the OK button.

Ye Xuan looked at the prompt above, and without waiting for Lin Zhixi to ask, he answered, "There is no password."

Lin Zhixi nodded stiffly and clicked OK.

Obviously there is only three or four seconds of waiting time, but it seems that several years have passed.

The sound of the paper feeding sounded, and the POS machine had started to print the receipt.

This familiar voice means that the card swipe is successful!

The three people present, you look at me, I look at you, are all shocked and speechless.

One hundred and fifty million, ah, success is success?

Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!

Lin Dongpeng's old face twitched even more, and he almost suffered a stroke under his excitement!

My own Tang Bohu painting was sold for 150 million!

While he was happy, he noticed that Ye Xuan was actually standing in front of them. Lin Dongpeng's expression froze, he immediately raised his hand towards Ye Xuan and invited, "Oh, why is this little friend still standing? Please take a seat, no, please take your seat!"

Zhao Yuan looked at Lin Dongpeng in surprise, and his attitude made an astonishing 180-degree turn.

I used to ignore people before, but now I'm just a guest!