Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 309: Taking down 4,000 paintings (two chapters in one)

"Fifty-three thousand? Why are there so many?"

He Xiao frowned when he heard the total price of the painting. The money he had in his hand was only 150,000, which was not enough.

Looking at the paintings in the sack, he couldn't bear to put down any of them.

After hesitating for a moment, he untied the sack and poured out the great unity inside.

"Crazy..."

Bulks of great unity rolled down from the sack and fell in front of Comrade Xiao Zhang and others.

Before several people could come back to their senses, He Xiao untied his bag and took out five or six stacks of great unity.

"You guys count and see how much money is."

"hiss."

After holding it and enjoying it for a while, he turned around and handed it to Tang Yanling.

Comrade Xiao Zhang was afraid of making mistakes, so he couldn't help but ask someone to count them again.

"It's better to have foreign exchange bills."

"Then let's not do it. I will plant it again next spring. At that time, I will plant some roses on both sides of the Moon Gate and make a flower wall, which will look good."

Turning on the light, she looked at the piles of sacks in the living room and was stunned for a moment.

After all the work was done, he gave a few tricycle riders, and each one united. Then he went to the museum and called Han Chunming and others to his restaurant.

Oh, it’s also a big deal that he only looks at the value of paintings.

As she said that, she rolled up the ground one by one.

Tang Yanling put down the painting casually and stroked the little man's head.

It just so happened that there was no decoration in her room, so she simply lowered her head and picked it up.

After touching his bag, he took out more than a dozen foreign exchange rolls of 100 yuan from it.

Looking at his silly son, Lou Xiao'e rolled her eyes.

When the tricycle was full, He Xiao and Taozi gave instructs, then rode the little Suzuki and led the tricycle to their ancestral home.

He Xiao woke up early in the morning and used to touching the next door. This time he didn't touch a single empty space.

After a while, Comrade Xiao Zhang swallowed his saliva and said to He Xiao: "Comrade, these are 151,550, and there is still 1575 left."

Seeing that he finally came to live, several tricycles were helping.

In another twenty years, any painting here can be sold for at least one million, four thousand, which is...

"Okay, sister, I understand. You really don't have good luck. Why did you choose these two?"

"A large-sized painting is almost worth my monthly salary, and I don't have the money to buy it."

When they arrived at the ancestral home, Tang Yanling supported He Xiao and entered the East Cross Courtyard.

"I was a little drunk yesterday, but I won't be there anymore."

After a while, she turned her head to He Xiao and said, "These are all painted with care. Don't disrespect other people's works, and don't throw them around in the future."

After five or six trips back and forth, He Xiao led his men to move all the paintings in the warehouse to his home.

He planned to register these paintings one by one, and then put them in the basement in a classified manner. By the way, he had to pick out some of them and took them to Xiangjiang. This was not a small job, and he thought he would have to work for several days.

She just told the news of selling modern paintings in the museum, and introduced Aunt Niu by the way.

Everyone in the warehouse took a breath of air conditioning. Such a huge group of unity was so powerful in front of them.

Before Comrade Xiao Zhang was embarrassed, He Xiao quickly refused.

The daylight was so exciting today, and he hasn't recovered yet.

"Chunming, Fangfang, these two video recorders, each of you, is my thanks to you."

He Xiao was a little ashamed, so he hurriedly walked forward and helped him roll it up.

"I will definitely give it to you. You and Taozi will go to get it later. If you like to see any straps, you will get them."

"Qi Baishi, Old Man Baishi."

He Xiao raised the wine cup and toasted the two of them.

"I can see that neither of you like painting."

He Xiao suddenly became happy. After taking down the painting, he felt that his tone was much louder.

Several people ate and drank, but it was already dark by the end.

"Why should I take two and hang them in the house?"

He Xiao smacked his lips and had to get up.

Looking at the paintings in the living room, he made up his mind, "Mom, I plan to take some of these paintings to Xiangjiang and some of them in the capital. What do you think?"

He Xiao was a little curious. He picked it up and looked at it. He saw two cute cats rushing at the butterfly.

"You bought it yourself, you can do it yourself."

The next day.

Fortunately, the museum was not far from the ancestral home, and a few people rode for more than ten minutes before they arrived.

There were more than 4,000 paintings, and there were too many, so he couldn't put them in the study room, so he had to let someone put them in the living room.

...

Turning around and looking at the painting on the ground, he licked his lips, feeling very excited, that these would be his immediately.

"Xiao Zhang, why don't you just wipe these fractions? Xiao He has bought so many, so it should be cheaper."

Actually, He Xiao is not too drunk. He is still awake, but he just feels a little tired.

"By the way, the woman just now was Han Chunming's lover? I think they are quite close."

Another picture was drawn from the sack, which was a horse painted by Xu Beihong.

"This...this is too expensive, no, I can't, I can't ask for it."

He Xiao felt helpless when he heard the two of them.

Such a large amount of money is not a small amount. It took everyone nearly half an hour to count the denomination.

After looking at the two of them, he casually reminded: "Chunming, Fangfang, these modern paintings are good things, you can buy a few collections."

He didn't care that Lou Xiao'e was in the room, and he shook his body and fell directly on Tang Yanling.

"You like cats and flowers. After a few days, I will buy you a kitten and keep it. We will plant some peonies in our yard."

He unfolded more than 4,000 paintings one by one, then asked Tang Yanling to register, and then took them to the basement.

"Split, sprinkle, sprinkle."

"Take me all this, this, and these two."

"Sister, how much is four thousand one million?"

"Look at me, these two are better than yours, I like them myself."

When I expanded it, I saw that there were landscapes painted inside. I looked up and saw that it was written by Zhang Daqian.

Han Chunming touched the video recorder and liked it very much.

He Xiao shook his head, pushed open the door and walked out, looked around and went directly to the third floor.

"Try it, I will replant it next year if I die."

He could even imagine Tang Yanling's expression twenty years later.

After a while, Comrade Xiao Zhang led a few people and counted them up quickly.

Lu Fangfang shook her head, and she touched the video recorder curiously.

When he arrived at the door, he took out the key of Suzuki, handed it to Tang Yanling, and then sat behind the motorcycle.

"More? Not much at all, the more the better."

When he walked to the chair, he lay back and spread it on the chair.

The little man went to buy paintings, she knew about this, but she really didn't expect that she would buy so many.

Tang Yanling was still a little hesitant when He Xiao said this.

Rolling her eyes, she helped He Xiao up and walked towards the bedroom.

After letting go of Tang Yanling, he walked over and untied the sack, and pulled out one at will.

For a moment, He Xiao felt a little dizzy.

He Xiao had been waiting for a long time. He greeted him and then carried the sack out.

She really deserved to have helped such a little and collected such expensive things.

Most of the famous artists have selected two paintings that are not famous.

He hugged Tang Yanling and rubbed her hard. He Xiao closed his eyes and lay in her arms.

"Fangfang, don't be polite. He Xiao is a big dog, you can just accept it."

He Xiao was very proud today. Compared with the paintings in the warehouse, the video tape was nothing.

Without saying anything, he raised the wine cup, toasted the two of them again, and then lowered his head and started eating.

Tang Yanling pushed her in a daze.

"No need to wipe it, it's as much as you should."

Looking around, he finally saw Tang Yanling in the chairman's office.

With a casual finger, he said boldly: "Sister, you can pick a sack yourself and count the gift I give you."

He was so happy that he could not help but drink a little more after taking down half of the paintings in the warehouse today.

There are quite a few paintings in a sack. If you choose some Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian, after more than 20 years, each one will be worth tens of millions, and this sack will be hundreds of millions.

She waved her hand at Tang Yanling in anger, and she said disgustedly: "Take him back quickly."

"He Xiao, are these paintings you bought? Why are there so many?"

"fine."

Lou Xiao'e murmured to herself, when she was a child, she had seen Qi Baishi, and so many years have passed in a flash.

"Not much, I'm just happy. Mom. The batch of modern paintings from the museum have been delivered to my home, with a total of more than 4,000 pictures, and it cost more than 150,000."

The painting was bought very smoothly, so he went to the warehouse and brought two video recorders.

Seeing this, Taozi quickly got up and walked over.

"Annoying, don't mess around."

Without letting Tang Yanling go to the restaurant, He Xiao took her to the living room and started working hard.

Forehead……

After putting on his clothes, he walked to the outhouse and was startled, "Mom, why did you get up so early?"

He helped the little man to the bed, she walked to the window and plugged in the air conditioner.

Put it aside and he continued to look at the next one.

When he opened his eyes, Tang Yanling was still asleep.

He took out more than a dozen Qi Baishi's paintings, and he asked Lou Xiao'e to pick them up.

He held it and shook it, he asked, "Does your unit collect foreign exchange bills? If not, I will go back to get the money."

He Xiao leaned against Tang Yanling and shook his head, "The razor is so hot, who knows?"

"He Xiao, why are you drinking so much? Don't do this in the future, it's not good for your health."

"By the way, Mommy picks a few pictures you like and takes them back to appreciate them. Take out the paintings of Mr. Bai Shi and I'll take them out."

Lou Xiao'e turned around and looked at her son, too lazy to say anything, so she continued to look at the painting in her hand.

Han Chunming also thought in his heart, "He Xiao, you have bought enough paintings, so you can buy some old items to collect in the future."

After looking around, he asked quickly, "By the way, He Xiao, where is the video tape? You don't have to give us a few video tapes? Otherwise, it would be useless for us to ask for this thing."

...

Tang Yanling curled her lips and put down the painting in her hand.

"I'm busy, but I don't have time to feed cats, so flowers are OK, but can peonies grow and live in summer?"

She looked down and saw that the little man had fallen asleep.

Several tricycles outside have been parked for noon.

Han Chunming greeted him and took Lu Fangfang away first.

He Xiao and Taozi drank a few more drinks, then stood up, shook their bodies, and he felt a little dizzy.

"He Xiao, how much have you drunk?"

After a while, Tang Yanling didn't hear a response.

He Xiao scratched his head, he looked at the paintings in the living room, and felt a kind of happiness.

"A million, a total of four billion, hey, not much."

After breakfast, He Xiao said to Lou Xiao'e and asked Tang Yanling over.

Along the way, he looked back from time to time, afraid of something unexpected.

He reached out to his arms and glanced at him for a while.

Forget it, let's sleep here. The little man was drunk and she was still a little worried.

Tang Yanling stood in front of the sack, admiring the painting. When she heard it, she replied casually: "Forty billion."

"You don't want it?"

He Xiao is a pity for Tang Yanling.

"let me see."

Aunt Niu covered her chest and her heart pounded. She quickly turned her head and stopped looking at the pile of money on the ground.

After a while, she took two selected paintings and walked towards He Xiao.

No one can tell what happens in the future, but it is safer to be open to it.

"He...He Xiao, are you okay?"

"I don't want it."

Just as he turned around and wanted to go out, a powerful force came, and she was pulled over by He Xiao.

Lu Fangfang looked at the video recorder in front of her and was startled.

Tang Yanling rolled her eyes and she carefully rolled up.

"Okay, I was wrong, you can just like it." He Xiao couldn't laugh or cry.

Seeing these paintings in the room, He Xiao became excited again.

She gently rolled up the painting and looked at the others.

The price increase of modern paintings is much more exaggerated than antiques. It seems that the two of them are really not interested in this regard.

After looking at the signature, he was not familiar with these two painters.

Comrade Xiao Zhang collected the money and issued the documents, so he asked several people to move the paintings out.

When Tang Yanling came up, He Xiao hugged her, leaned against her back and closed her eyes.

He Xiao was stunned and then smiled, "Sister, this is what you said, don't regret it in the future."

He Xiao searched carefully and untied a sack.

He Xiao pushed open the door and called out Aunt Qin and Aunt Wang in the yard. In addition, the tricycle was riding, the few people quickly moved the sacks from the car to the study room of Dongqianyuan.

She only thinks these cultural things are pretty good, but she can't bear to buy them for a month's salary.

After a while, most of the paintings in the sack made him open to the side, and He Xiao finally stopped.

That being said, Lou Xiaoe agreed with her son's approach.

After selecting four paintings, Lou Xiao'e took them away.

He Xiao counted out 1,600 and handed it to Comrade Xiao Zhang.

It is a rare thing to pick up bargains in a museum. He doesn’t want to have any stains. The market price is as much as it is. He doesn’t want to be too troublesome.

Shaking his head, he looked at another picture with a gorgeous peony painted on it.

Tang Yanling responded and helped He Xiao walk out.

When she walked to the bedroom door, she hesitated for a moment and finally came back.

In this way, the two of them spent two days registering more than 4,000 paintings.

The basement below the yard is also full of paintings.

At the beginning, He Xiao thought the basement was big, but now these paintings just fill the basement.

There was no choice but to buy some wooden boxes, put the remaining paintings into the boxes, and put them in the study.

(End of this chapter)