Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 111 A Small Goal
"Sir, don't think it's expensive. The rice paper for this painting is unique to our Rongbaozhai. Even the ink on it is the best ink in China."

"Look at the mountain in this painting again. It's so artistic. It must look good hanging in the house."

The thin male salesperson praised Li Keran's landscape painting vigorously.

If you finally meet a foreign guest, you will have to slaughter them severely.

It's great to sell one more. If you can complete this month's foreign exchange task, that would be the best.

"Is it real?"

"It must be an authentic work, sir. We are a state-owned unit. All of our paintings here are collected from the painter himself. There are even payment slips. You can buy them with confidence."

The salesperson said swearingly, there is no need to fake it, and it is not costly enough.

"Then how much is your purchase price?"

"Well, we can't disclose this."

The salesperson's face froze for a moment, and he glanced at He Xiao, why didn't he feel like he was here to buy paintings?

"That's it."

He Xiao was in a daze for a long time before waking up.

That’s right, people in this age are just full of food, so how can they afford to buy paintings? It’s normal for them to be cheaper.

Well……

In fact, it’s not cheap. A two-foot painting costs 48 yuan, which is more than a month’s salary for an ordinary worker in RMB, let alone foreign exchange certificates.

"I want this one."

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

The salesperson showed a smiling face, he reached out to take off the painting, and rolled it up.

He Xiao took a step to the right, and looked at the wall again. He came here this time for a big purchase, and one or two pictures could not satisfy him.

"It's so small."

The painting hanging on the wall is still Li Keran's, but it's a little smaller than the landscape painting just now.

A little dissatisfied, He Xiao shook his head, crossed this picture, and took another step.

"Idle fishing on the Autumn River... Zhang Daqian?"

Looking at the name written on it, He Xiao was stunned. This painting is twice the size of Li Keran's just now, the key is the name on it.

Zhang Daqian, this person is so famous, he seems to have learned it in textbooks.

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

"Is this the authentic work of Zhang Daqian?"

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

"how much is it?"

"This one is fully opened in four feet, and the price will be a little higher, 190."

"I want it."

He Xiao pursed his lips, and suddenly felt that there was something more terrifying than the appreciation of houses, and that was these modern paintings.

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

Don't care if it's hype or not, anyway, you won't suffer if you buy it.

After being stunned for a while, he looked at the next picture.

"shrimp?"

Well, He Xiao didn't even need to look at the signature, he knew who the author was when he saw the shrimp painted on it.

Hey, what about his heart, so many famous paintings are placed here, it's really like picking Chinese cabbage.

"Comrade, I want this one too."

"You really have a good eye. This is a painting of shrimp by old Mr. Qi Baishi. The price of this painting is 260 five."

He Xiao waved his hand, not caring at all, let alone two hundred, he would buy even one thousand.

This is a really good thing. He remembered that there were shrimps drawn by Qi Baishi in the Chinese textbooks, and he would definitely not suffer a loss if he bought them.

Taking a step to the right, he looked over again, and saw a picture of a galloping horse on the wall.

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

Whoops, this Ma Ke is so famous, just like Qi Baishi's shrimp.

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

"I want this one too."

Seeing so many celebrity paintings, He Xiao was a little numb, and after he finished speaking, he picked them up one by one.

"I want this one."

"Wrap this one up for me too."

"And this one."

……

Ordinary paintings can't catch his eyes now, he specially picks Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong and Zhang Daqian.

He didn't want the small ones, so he picked the big ones.

The thin salesperson followed behind, feeling a bit overwhelmed, so he quickly went inside again and called a salesperson to come out.

The two salesmen were scrolling through the paintings, overjoyed.

Today can be regarded as being taken advantage of, just this one person, their foreign exchange tasks for this month are enough.

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

Holding the box, Han Chunming couldn't stand it anymore, so he hurried over and gave He Xiao a hand.

"Chunming, these are all good things. You won't lose money if you buy them. Do you want to buy some too?"

He Xiao is sincere.

If you spend 200 yuan now to buy a large-scale painting by Qi Baishi, it will be worth at least 2000 million yuan in the future, which is an increase of [-] times.

Not to mention the future, as long as this painting is taken to Xiangjiang now, it will definitely sell for two thousand Hong Kong dollars.

Why are you hesitating?Anyway, you can't lose if you buy it.

"You this..."

Han Chunming's head was full of black lines, and he didn't know why He Xiao was going crazy.

Glancing at the two salesmen next to him, he whispered, "The price here is expensive. If you really like it, you can buy it at this price outside, without using foreign exchange certificates."

The two salespersons who were busy next to him were immediately unhappy after hearing this.

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

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

"Yes, sir. Look at that painting. It's Mr. Wu Zuoren. It's specially consigned by us. It even has a consignment slip. Can it compare with others?"

"Can……"

After hearing what the two salesmen said, Han Chunming opened his mouth, but he was powerless to refute. He shook his head and stepped aside with a wry smile on his face.

Anyway, he felt that buying these paintings was useless and too expensive, so he might as well go to the cultural relics store and buy more antiques.

"Hey, it's okay."

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

But seeing so many famous paintings, he recognized them even if they were more expensive.

The salesperson is right. After all, this is a national unit, and all the works sold are authentic, which is safer than the stalls outside.

After wandering around, He Xiao picked out a few more paintings, and when he saw that the paintings of Qi Baishi and others were gone on the wall, he stopped his hands unsatisfied.

"Comrade, how much is the total?"

The thin salesperson went to the counter and did some calculations with his abacus, "Sir, there are nine paintings, the total is 2000 two hundred and fifty-nine."

"More than 2000..."

He Xiao smacked his lips for a while, then simply picked it up again.

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

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

The paintings of Qi Baishi and others were gone, so he specifically looked for some familiar painters, anyway, he couldn't lose money.

The paintings of these people were more than half cheaper than Qi Baishi's. He bought five more, and he stopped when he saw that the price was almost 3000 yuan.

(End of this chapter)