Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 309 Take Four Thousand Paintings (Two Chapters In One)

"15? Why are there so many?"

He Xiao frowned when he heard the total price of the painting. The money in his hand was only 15, which was not enough.

Looking at the paintings in the sack, he was reluctant to put down any of them.

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

"Whoa..."

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

Before a few people came back to their senses, He Xiao untied his satchel again and took out five or six stacks of Great Unity.

"Count it and see how much money there is."

"hiss."

Everyone in the warehouse gasped. Such a large group of unity, piled up in front of them, was really impressive.

After being stunned for a while, Comrade Xiao Zhang led a few people and quickly counted them.

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

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

After a while, Comrade Xiao Zhang swallowed his saliva, and said to He Xiao: "Comrade, these are 15 in total, and there is still a difference of 570 five."

"Xiao Zhang, why don't you just wipe off these odds and ends, Xiao He bought so many, it should be cheaper."

Aunt Niu clutched her chest, her heart was pounding, she turned her head quickly and stopped looking at the pile of money on the ground.

"You don't need to wipe it off, just use as much money as you want."

Without waiting for Comrade Xiao Zhang to be embarrassed, He Xiao quickly refused.

Picking up leaks in museums is a rare thing, he doesn't want to have any stains, the market price is whatever it is, he doesn't want to be troublesome.

After touching the satchel, he took out more than a dozen hundred-yuan foreign exchange rolls from it.

Holding it and shaking it, he asked, "Does your unit accept foreign currency rolls? If not, I'll go back and get the money."

"Take it, it's better to have a foreign exchange certificate."

He Xiao counted out one thousand and six and handed it to Comrade Xiao Zhang.

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

Comrade Xiao Zhang collected the money, issued the receipt, and asked several people to move the paintings outside.

He Xiao had been waiting for a long time, he said hello, and then moved out the sack.

Several tricycles outside have been parked for noon.

Seeing that he finally came to work, a few tricycle riders hurried to help.

When the tricycle was full, He Xiao told Taozi, and then rode a small Suzuki and led the tricycle to the ancestral house.

Along the way, he looked back from time to time, for fear of accidents.

Fortunately, the museum is not far from the ancestral house, and the few people rode for more than ten minutes to get there.

He Xiao pushed open the door and called Aunt Qin and Aunt Wang out of the courtyard. Together with those riding a tricycle, they quickly moved the sacks in the car to the study in the Dongkua courtyard.

After going back and forth five or six times, He Xiao led the people to move all the paintings in the warehouse to the house.

There are more than 4000 paintings, which are really too many. In the end, they couldn't fit them in the study, so he had to ask someone to put them in the living room.

After all the work was done, he gave a group of tricycle riders, one for each, and then went to the museum, and called Han Chunming and the others to his restaurant.

The painting went well, so he went to the warehouse and brought two video recorders.

"Chunming and Fangfang, you two have one video recorder each. This is my thanks to you."

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

He was so happy that he won half of the warehouse's paintings today, and couldn't help but drink a little more.

"This... This is too expensive, no, I can't take it, I can't take it."

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

She told the two of them about the news that the museum sold modern paintings, and introduced Aunt Niu by the way.

She really deserves it for doing such a little favor and receiving such a valuable thing.

"Fangfang, you are welcome, He Xiao is a big dog, you just accept it."

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

Looking around, he quickly asked: "By the way, He Xiao, what about the video tapes? You must not give us a few video tapes? Otherwise, it is useless for us to ask for this thing."

"Send it, definitely send it, you and Taozi will get it later, you can take whatever tape you like to watch."

He Xiaojin is very proud. Compared with the paintings in the warehouse, video tapes are nothing.

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

"A large-scale painting is almost worth a month's salary, and I have no money to buy it."

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

Han Chunming also thought in this way, "He Xiao, you have bought enough paintings, you can buy some old objects for collection in the future."

"I can see that neither of you likes to draw."

He Xiao was a little helpless when he heard what the two said.

The price increase of modern paintings is much more exaggerated than that of antiques. The two seem to be really not interested in this aspect.

Without saying anything else, he raised the wine cup, toasted the two of them again, then bowed his head and started to eat.

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

Han Chunming said hello and took Lu Fangfang away first.

He Xiao drank a few more glasses with Taozi, then stood up, shaking his body, he felt a little dizzy.

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

Seeing this, Taozi quickly got up and walked over.

"fine."

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

Searching left and right, he finally saw Tang Yanling in the chairman's office.

Regardless of Lou Xiao'e being in the room, he swayed and fell directly on top of Tang Yanling.

"He Xiao, how much did you drink?"

"Not much, just happy, Mom, the batch of modern paintings in the museum have been delivered to my home. There are more than 4000 pieces in total, costing a little over 15."

Looking at her smirking son, Lou Xiaoe rolled her eyes.

Angrily waving at Tang Yanling, she said with disgust, "Hurry up and send him back."

Tang Yanling responded, and helped He Xiao go out.

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

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

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

When he reached the door, he took out the key of the small Suzuki, handed it to Tang Yanling, and then sat on the back of the motorcycle.

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

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

Today's day is too exciting, and he hasn't recovered yet.

"Push, burst, burst."

When they arrived at the ancestral house, Tang Yanling supported He Xiao and entered the Dongkua courtyard.

Turning on the light, she looked at the pile of sacks in the living room and was taken aback for a moment.

She knew that the little man went to buy paintings, but she really didn't expect to buy so many.

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

"A lot? Not much at all, the more the better."

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

Letting go of Tang Yanling, he walked over to untie the sack, and randomly pulled out a picture.

Open it up and see that the paintings inside are landscapes, and when you look up, you can see that this painting is Zhang Daqian's work.

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

I took out another picture from the sack, it was a horse painted by Xu Beihong.

Putting it aside, he continued to look at the next picture.

After a long while, most of the paintings in the sack were unfolded and put aside by him, and He Xiao finally stopped.

Walking to the chair, he lay back and spread out on the chair.

In another 20 years, any painting here can sell at least a million, and [-] pieces would be...

For a moment, He Xiao felt a little dizzy.

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

Tang Yanling was standing in front of the sack, admiring the paintings. Upon hearing this, she casually replied, "40 billion."

"One million, a total of 40 billion, hey, not much."

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

Pointing casually, he said proudly: "Sister, you pick a sack yourself, count it as a gift from me."

"I don't want to."

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

She only thinks these cultural things are pretty, but she is not willing to spend a month's salary on them.

"You do not want?"

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

There are quite a lot of paintings in a sack. If you choose Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian, each painting will be worth tens of millions after more than 20 years of storage. This sack will be worth several hundred million.

He could even imagine Tang Yanling's expression 20 years later.

"How about I take two and hang them in the house?"

When He Xiao said this, Tang Yanling still hesitated.

It happened that there were no decorations in her room, so she simply lowered her head and picked it up.

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

"let me see."

He Xiao was a little curious, he picked it up casually and looked, only to see two naive cats flapping butterflies.

Shaking his head, he looked at another picture, which was painted with gorgeous peonies.

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

"Yes, sister, I understand it. You are really out of luck. Why did you choose these two pictures?"

He Xiao felt sorry for Tang Yanling.

Among such a pile of paintings, famous artists accounted for more than half, so she chose two unknown ones.

"Underestimate people, these two pictures are prettier than yours, I like them all."

Tang Yanling rolled her eyes, and rolled her eyes carefully.

Just as she turned around and wanted to go out, a strong force hit her, and He Xiao directly pulled her over.

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

Hey, I blame him for only looking at the value of paintings, he is really a philistine.

Hugging Tang Yanling and rubbing it vigorously, He Xiao closed his eyes and lay down in her arms.

"You like cats and flowers. After a few days, I'll buy you a kitten to keep, and we'll plant some peonies in the yard."

"I'm busy, but I don't have time to feed the cat. Flowers are fine, but can peonies grow in summer?"

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

"Try it, and replant it next year after death."

"Then let's say goodbye. I'll plant it next spring. At that time, I will plant some rose flowers on both sides of the Moon Gate and make a flower wall. It will be beautiful."

After a while, Tang Yanling did not hear any response.

When she looked down, the little man had already fallen asleep.

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

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

When she reached the door of the bedroom, she hesitated for a moment, but finally walked back.

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

……

The next day.

He Xiao woke up early in the morning and touched the next door habitually, but this time he didn't touch anything.

Opening her eyes, Tang Yanling was still sound asleep.

Stretching his arms into his arms, he squinted for a while.

"Annoying, don't make trouble."

In a daze, Tang Yanling pushed.

He Xiao smacked his lips and had no choice but to get up.

After getting dressed, he went to the outer room and was startled, "Mom, why did you get up so early?"

Lou Xiaoe glanced back at her son, and didn't bother to say anything. She continued to look at the painting in her hand.

"Qi Baishi, old man Baishi."

Lou Xiaoe murmured to herself, she had seen Qi Baishi when she was a child, so many years had passed in a flash.

Gently rolling up the painting, she looked at the others.

After a while, she turned her head to He Xiao and said, "These are all drawn by others with heart. Don't disrespect their works, and don't throw them around in the future."

As she spoke, she rolled up the paintings on the ground one by one.

amount……

"I was a little drunk yesterday, and I won't be in the future."

He Xiao was a little ashamed, and he hurried forward to help roll it.

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

"You bought it yourself, and you figured it out."

That being said, Lou Xiaoe agrees with her son's approach in her heart.

No one can tell what will happen in the future, it's safer to open them separately.

"By the way, Mommy picks a few pictures that I like, and take them back to enjoy. You show me the old man Baishi's paintings."

He Xiao searched carefully and untied a sack.

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

"This one, this one, and these two ones, give them to me."

After picking four paintings, Lou Xiaoe took them and left.

……

He Xiao scratched his head, he looked at the paintings in the living room, feeling a kind of happy trouble

He plans to register these paintings one by one, and then put them in the basement by category. By the way, he has to pick out some and bring them to Xiangjiang. This is not a small task. He estimates that he will be busy for a few days.

After breakfast, He Xiao told Lou Xiao'e to ask Tang Yanling to come over.

Instead of letting Tang Yanling go to the restaurant, He Xiao dragged her to the living room and got busy.

He unfolded more than 4000 paintings one by one, and then asked Tang Yanling to register, and then he took them to the basement.

In this way, the two were busy for two days, registering all the more than 4000 paintings.

The basement under the yard is also filled with paintings.

At first, He Xiao thought the basement was too big, but now the paintings alone fill the basement.

He had no choice but to buy some more wooden boxes, put the remaining paintings into the boxes, and put them in the study.

(End of this chapter)