Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 111 A small goal

"Sir, don't think it's expensive. The rice paper painted is unique to our Rongbaozhai. Even the ink on it is the best ink in China."

"Looking at the mountain painted again, it has such a artistic conception. It will definitely look good when hung in the house."

The thin male salesperson praised Li Keran's landscape painting with great strength.

I finally met a foreign guest, but I had to kill him hard.

If you can sell one more picture, it would be best if you can complete the foreign exchange task this month.

"Is it the original?"

"It must be the original work. Sir, we are a state-owned unit. The paintings we have here are collected from the painters themselves, and even the payment slips are available. You can buy them with confidence."

The salesperson said confidently that there is no need to fake this and it is not enough.

"Then what is your purchase price?"

"Well, we can't disclose this."

Oh, this Marco is so famous, just like Qi Baishi's shrimp.

He Xiao moved to the right and looked at the wall again. He came here for a large purchase, and one or two of them could not satisfy him.

"Pack this one too."

Ordinary paintings are now unattracted by him. He specializes in choosing Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong and Zhang Daqian.

After a moment of silence, he looked at the next one again.

The salesperson said it was a good thing. After all, this place is a national unit, and the authentic works sold are all safer than the stalls outside.

The salesperson nodded quickly, "Sir, don't worry, our store is full of authentic works."

After seeing so many famous paintings, He Xiao became a little numb. After saying that, he picked them up one by one.

Oh, his heart is like he is so many famous paintings placed here, it is like picking cabbage.

"I want it."

Yes, people in this era have just had enough food, so they don’t have the time to buy paintings. It’s normal to be cheaper.

"I want this one."

"You really have the eyesight. This is a shrimp painted by Mr. Qi Baishi. This painting costs 265."

"Comrade, I want this one too."

He Xiao waved his hand and didn't care at all. He bought all 1,000, let alone two hundred.

This is really good thing. He remembers that there are shrimps drawn by Qi Baishi in the Chinese textbooks, so he will definitely not suffer any loss if he buys them.

Regardless of whether it is a hype or not, you will not suffer any loss if you buy it.

"shrimp?"

After hearing the words of the two salesmen, Han Chunming opened his mouth but was unable to refute. He shook his head and stepped aside with a wry smile.

"That's how it is."

"Comrade, how much is it?"

"Is this the original work of Zhang Daqian?"

The thin salesman walked to He Xiao, pointed to a painting on the north wall and said:

"So small."

"This one is fully opened with four feet, and the price will be a little higher, one hundred and ninety-five."

"Yeah, it's okay."

The two salesmen who were busy next to him were immediately dissatisfied after hearing this.

"Hey, He Xiao, why did you buy so many?"

...

"And this one."

This is a master of Chinese painting, and he quickly called the salesperson.

"I want this one."

"It's over two thousand..."

He glanced at the two salesmen next to him and whispered: "The price here is expensive. If you really like it, you can buy it at this price outside, and you don't need to use foreign exchange coupons."

He Xiao smacked his lips and then picked it up again.

Looking at the name written on it, He Xiao was stunned. The painting was twice as big as the one that Li Keran had just now. The key was the name above.

OK, this is another painting by which you can tell the author by just looking at it.

Not to mention in the future, just take this painting to Hong Kong now, and two thousand Hong Kong dollars will definitely be sold.

Han Chunming was covered in black lines, and he didn't know what he was crazy about.

Um...

"This..."

"Fishing in the autumn river... Zhang Daqian?"

In fact, it is not cheap. A two-foot painting costs 48 yuan, which is worth an average monthly salary of a worker in RMB, not to mention foreign exchange coupons.

The painting hung on the wall was Li Keran, but it was a little smaller than the landscape painting just now.

After walking around, He Xiao picked a few more paintings. Seeing that there were no paintings of Qi Baishi and others on the wall, he stopped feeling unsatisfied.

The salesperson smiled, and he reached out to take off the painting and rolled it up.

"Comrade, we are a state-owned unit here. We sell real paintings, and they are collected from painters. We don't know who painted them on the stall outside. Can this be compared with those in our store?"

"Okay, I'll wrap it up for you now."

Why are you hesitating about this? Anyway, you can’t lose money if you buy it.

Today I have encountered a sucker. This person alone is enough for their foreign exchange tasks this month.

After the thin salesman walked to the counter, he calculated with an abacus, "Sir, nine paintings, a total of 2,259."

"How much?"

Zhang Daqian, this person is so famous. He remembers that he had learned all the textbooks.

The salesperson's face froze. He glanced at He Xiao and felt that this person didn't seem to be here to buy paintings?

"Chunming, these are all good things. If you buy them, you won't suffer any loss. Do you want to buy some too?"

He remembered that there was a picture of a horse drawn by Xu Beihong on the cover of a Chinese textbook.

"Yes, sir, look at that painting. It is Mr. Wu Zuoren. He specializes in consignment here. He even has consignment orders. Can the ones outside compare with it?"

He Xiao comforted Han Chunming, he knew that he was doing it for his own good.

"Can……"

He Xiao was stunned for a long time before he woke up.

Anyway, he felt that buying these paintings was useless and too expensive. It would be better to go to the cultural relics store and buy more antiques.

He doesn't want the smaller ones, so he chooses the larger ones.

The two salesmen were scrolling the paintings and were overjoyed.

But even when he saw so many famous paintings, he recognized them even if they were a little more expensive.

A little unsatisfied, He Xiao shook his head, crossed this one, and moved another step.

Han Chunming held the box and couldn't see it anymore. He hurried over and pulled He Xiao.

The thin salesperson followed behind and was too busy. He hurriedly went inside and called a salesperson out.

It won’t take long, and in another seven or eight years, the prices of these paintings will rise.

He Xiao pursed his lips and suddenly felt something that was terrifying than the appreciation of the house. That was these modern paintings.

"I want this one too."

Well, He Xiao didn't have to look at the signature. He saw the shrimps drawn above and knew who the author was.

Now you use 200 yuan to buy a large-sized painting of Qi Baishi. It will be worth at least 20 million in the future, which will increase by 100,000 times.

He Xiao is sincere and honest.

Moving to the right, he looked over again, and saw a running horse on the painting hanging on the wall.

"Pan Tianshou, well, I want this one."

"Fu Baoshi, Huang Zhou, Huang Binhong, I want these three pictures too."

After Qi Baishi and his friends' paintings were gone, he specifically looked for some familiar painters, but he couldn't lose anyway.

The paintings of these people were half cheaper than Qi Baishi's. He bought five more paintings. He saw that they were almost 3,000 yuan, so he stopped.

(End of this chapter)