Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 308 Ah Bah, Shabby, Disgusting
In the warehouse, He Xiao watched from easel to easel.

After making a decision, he couldn't help feeling even more nervous.

It's best to buy this batch of paintings smoothly, but don't expect any surprises.

"Little comrade, what does your family do in Xiangjiang?"

Aunt Niu looked at He Xiao in surprise. People who are willing to spend 40 to [-] yuan to buy paintings must have a lot of wealth, and they may be big capitalists in Xiangjiang.

"Oh, my family opened a restaurant in Xiangjiang."

"Restaurant?"

Aunt Niu's heart moved, and she hurried to He Xiao.

Looking around, she whispered, "Little comrade, my wife is going to Hong Kong to study in a few months, do you think I can use RMB to exchange Hong Kong dollars with you?"

He Xiao really wanted to complain, he didn't dare not change the painting even though he hadn't got it yet.

With a smile on his face, he quickly agreed.

"You are Fangfang's aunt, that's my aunt, why don't you just change some Hong Kong dollars? No problem, just tell me how much you want to change."

"Hey, Xiao He, you can really talk. I will help you with these paintings."

Aunt Niu was very happy. It was not easy for her lover to go to Xiangjiang. She wanted to exchange more Hong Kong dollars so that her lover could buy more electrical appliances.

Looking back at Lu Fangfang, she felt a little regretful when she saw her friend's daughter standing next to a man named Han Chunming.

After a while, Comrade Xiao Zhang led a man in his 50s and walked in.

Aunt Niu was taken aback for a moment, then ran over quickly.

"Xiao Niu, what's the situation? Someone wants to buy a painting from our foreign guests department?"

Aunt Niu nodded, quickly introduced He Xiao, and finally said some kind words.

"Also from Xiangjiang?"

The leader looked carefully at He Xiao who was not far away, then frowned.

After thinking about it, he was still a little embarrassed.

"It's not good to sell all the paintings in our warehouse at once. You can tell him that we can only sell a small part."

Aunt Niu and Xiao Zhang were all taken aback when they heard that.

If the painting is sold, the Ministry's funds will be sufficient at once, so what's the bad effect?

Obviously the leader urged me to cut the price, so why is it not sold anymore?

Aunt Niu was a little puzzled, she hurried forward and said, "Leader, this is not good, right? The comrades in Xiangjiang told me to buy them all."

"What's wrong? We can't let the Ministry's warehouse stay at all, so it's decided."

Aunt Niu rolled her eyes, and couldn't help but said again: "Then leader, do you want a discount for buying so many paintings at once?"

"Just pay the original price, that's fine, you guys deal with it, just do as I say."

The leader took another look, then turned and left.

Seeing this, He Xiao hurried over to ask about the situation.

After Aunt Niu finished speaking, he was stunned, "What? You can only buy some paintings? What does this mean?"

At this time, Aunt Niu had vaguely understood in her heart. After decades of working in the agency, she had seen this matter a lot.

Walking in front of He Xiao, she whispered, "Xiao He, these things may be reserved for others, so it would be nice if they could be sold to you, so hurry up and buy them."

"..."

He Xiao opened his mouth and let out a groan in his heart.

Unexpectedly, I also encountered such a thing, ah bah, shabby, disgusting.

"Aunt Niu, let's take a part, but I can pick the paintings in the warehouse, right?"

"You just choose, I can decide this matter, if you don't want a part, you can choose half, and you will pay all the money, and no one can say anything."

He Xiao looked at Aunt Niu in surprise, and he was right in agreeing to it just now.

It's really worth it to exchange some Hong Kong dollars for half of the paintings.

At that moment, he didn't delay anymore, and immediately greeted Han Chunming and Lu Fangfang, and they picked up the sacks.

He Xiao first chooses paintings by famous masters that are currently relatively expensive in the market, such as works by Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, and Xu Beihong.

He put all the paintings of these people, no matter how big or small, into sacks.

Next came the paintings of Pan Tianshou, Li Keran, Fu Baoshi, Huang Binhong and others. For the works of these people, he first selected the large ones, and when the large ones were finished, he also put the medium-sized ones in.

As for some painters he doesn't know, he always chooses large-sized outfits.

The warehouse is too big, and it's a bit slow for just three people to pick.

Aunt Niu looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but stepped forward to help. Several people picked it up for a while, and even the sacks were not enough.

He Xiao took out a wad of money from his pocket, and told Han Chunming to buy some sacks quickly, and recruit some freight forwarders by the way.

There are less than [-] paintings in the warehouse, and he picks half of them to four or five thousand paintings. It will take a lot of people to transport them back.

Time passed by every minute, and several people were in the warehouse picking up the paintings until noon, and they didn't finish picking the paintings.

He Xiao asked Han Chunming and the others to have dinner nearby first, and he rode a small Suzuki to the restaurant in Shuaifu Hutong.

I told Lou Xiao'e about the situation of the museum, and he wanted the money immediately.

"How much do you want in total?"

He Xiao thought for a while, then said:

"There are more than 4000 paintings. Most of the paintings I choose are large-scale. I estimate that they will cost about 15. I still have 12. You can give me another [-]."

Lou Xiaoe was relieved to hear that.

12, much less than the previous estimate of 20, this money is worth spending.

Getting up to open the safe, she said to her son, "One bundle is [-], you can pack it yourself."

He Xiao walked over carrying the sack, and immediately packed it inside.

To be honest, 1 yuan in this era is a bit exaggerated. He couldn't hold such a large stack with one hand.

After counting twelve bundles, he picked up the sack and walked out with it on his back.

"He Xiao, do you want to let the people from the restaurant go with you?"

"Mom, no need, I can do it alone."

He Xiao shook his head, even if he told others that the sack he was carrying was full of money, few people would believe it.

But when he got to the first floor, he thought about it, went to the video room, and called Taozi out.

When he and Taozi returned to the warehouse of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Han Chunming and the others had already finished their meal and continued to pick up the painting.

He Xiao said hello and asked Taozi to join him.

Working until two o'clock in the afternoon, a few people roughly picked out the paintings in the warehouse.

The remaining paintings on the shelf are all small in size. As for the paintings of Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, and Zhang Daqian, he didn't keep a single one.

"hey-hey."

He Xiao could even imagine the expressions of people later.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, he said to Comrade Xiao Zhang: "We have selected more than 4000 paintings, please calculate the price."

Comrade Xiao Zhang looked embarrassed, he hurried upstairs and called four people over.

It took more than an hour for Comrade Xiao Zhang and several people to figure out the price.

"There are 350 paintings in total, and the price is 15 yuan."

(End of this chapter)