My Identity As A Schoolmaster Has Been Exposed

Chapter 172: Is Your Wall Selling?

Then Xu Cong went to wash, when the phone rang.

Lin Mengjiao found Xu Cong with her mobile phone, and Xu Cong answered: “Hello?”

“Teacher Xu! I have a friend who is interested in your painting, would you buy it?” It was Gong Changqing’s voice.

Xu Cong said lightly: “I just paint casually at home, this thing is not easy to sell!”

Gong Changqing thought it was a price problem, so he hurriedly said: “The price is easy to negotiate, and the other party is a businessman, not bad for money.”

Xu Cong: “It’s not about money or money, it’s mainly my painting…”

After Gong Changqing learned that Xu Cong is a person who strives for perfection last time, his first reaction was, “I have seen Professor Wu’s evaluation of this painting! Don’t be humble!”

Xu Cong, “Uh… I’ll be honest with you, my painting is on the wall

I…I…I…

I f*ck!!!

What a surprise, it flashed to the waist by accident!

Xu Cong, you have too many show operations!

As soon as this remark came out, Gong Changqing was silent. Lin Mengjiao on the side covered her mouth and smiled. The other party must have been confused and frightened.

Lin Mengjiao said in a pretty voice, “Painting on the wall should be able to persuade him to leave.”

It took a few seconds for Gong Changqing to slow down and said to Xu Cong: “Mr. Xu, I will hang up the phone first, wait a moment, I will communicate with him and let him know the situation.”

When the phone was hung up, Lin Mengjiao asked curiously: “Xu Cong, if you sell this painting, how much do you think it can sell?”

Xu Cong glanced at her suspiciously and said, “Why sell?”

Lin Mengjiao: “I mean, if, if you want to sell, how much are you willing to sell.”

“Of course it’s not selling walls! I mean, the words on the drawing paper.”

Xu Cong was washing his face, thinking about it, and then said: “This market is unclear. If you really understand and like it, you can send it out. If you don’t understand, you have to pretend to understand, I’m sure. It’s going to be expensive!”

“Ring Ling Ling…”

As he was talking, the phone rang again, and it was Gong Changqing.

Lin Mengjiao smiled and said, “I must have given up!”

Xu Cong didn’t answer her word and answered the phone.

As soon as Gong Changqing came up, he said straightforwardly: “I have discussed with the other party, and the other party is willing to add money, but, is the wall in your house willing to sell? He said that he can go to the wall!”

“The loss of the wall, he also came out!”

“If the entire house collapses because of this wall, he is also fully responsible.”

Xu Cong listened to him and smiled faintly: “It’s interesting.”

This is a rich man who knows how to behave. He doesn’t buy paintings for the sake of buying paintings, but wants to take this opportunity to get to know himself.

What Gong Changqing conveyed was already very clear.

Lin Mengjiao was dumbfounded, she never expected the other party to do this.

“Of course, the other party also said that if Teacher Xu is willing to draw a picture on paper, it would be even better!”

“This way the loss of the wall is gone…”

Xu Cong said immediately: “I don’t draw the same picture.”

This is the truth. With such a level, Xu Cong always improvises, wherever he paints.

“I understand this! But isn’t it true of all masters of Chinese painting? This is not a sketch, nor a copy.”

“Then Teacher Xu, look at your painting…”

Xu Cong: “It’s okay to make friends.”

The implication is that you come to renovate the house for me, and I will give you painting.

Gong Changqing laughed immediately and said quickly: “Good, good! I’ll go and tell him the good news right away!”

“Don’t bother you now!”

“If there is any more news, can I contact you on WeChat?”

Xu Cong: “Good.”

The phone hangs up again.

Lin Mengjiao said in the mist: “What do you mean, I feel that the donkey lips you talk about are not right!”

“What the hell is going on?”

“Didn’t you say that you want to buy a wall? How did you become friends?”

Xu Cong smiled and said, “You silly girl, many people don’t mean to drink!”

Lin Mengjiao scratched the back of her head, she was confused and committed again, “The Story of Drunkard Pavilion?”

Xu Cong looked around the house and heaved a sigh of relief: “It’s also time to renovate!”

Xu Cong knew that since He Junfei’s house next door changed the building, many cracks appeared in the wall of Xu Cong’s house.

Although Xu Junshan has been working hard to make money, the money he saved is for Xu Cong’s future marriage to buy a house and a car. He does not dare to spend any money.

The house was split. Although he was worried and thought about refurbishing, he gave up after several trade-offs.

Xu Cong has always known this idea of ​​the family. Once at the dinner table, Xu Junshan said: “As long as your kid gets married! The house and the car are all done! I will make a few more years of money and renovate the house!”

“Let’s build a second floor too! Take care of your mother!”

In rural areas, many houses now have two or even three floors.

They have a heavier heart for comparison. You have it, and I have it too. This is deeply ingrained!

Xu Junshan and Zhou Xiuyun don’t really care about this, as long as they can live there, it’s fine.

But their home was built by He Junfei’s house, which caused the foundation to be unstable and the walls to crack, and they had to be refurbished.

I can hold it in a few years, but wait a few more years? The cracks are getting bigger and bigger, it becomes a dangerous house, and there is no way to live!

Anyway, it must be renovated, so let’s build a building. Now that we have such an opportunity, Xu Cong naturally wants to fight for his parents.

Although they don’t care, they are happy to help and make friends with this opportunity. Why doesn’t Xu Cong make good use of it? It’s not about spending money on his own!

Besides, the value of his repainting of a painting is far more than that.

“Wait for Director Gong’s news!” He said silently in his heart.

“Go, let’s go to the village committee to see.”

Taking the paint and taking Lin Mengjiao, Xu Cong went to the village committee at the head of the village. A few tens of meters away, Xu Cong saw that several people were negotiating with the village party secretary.

Xu Cong stepped forward and asked, “The secretary, what’s wrong?”

The village party secretary was taken aback, apparently a little surprised by his arrival: “Xu Cong, why are you here?”

Xu Cong said to him: “My mother said you kept looking for me to paint, so I came.”

The person who was chatting with the village party secretary was also stunned, and said contemptuously: “How old are you! Boy, do you have experience? Can you paint? Don’t think you can paint on paper or on the wall. !”

“The village party secretary, the price I gave is already fair, 300 yuan per square meter is already the cheapest in the industry! Think about it!”

This wall is 10 meters long, 2.5 meters high, and 25 square meters, which is 7,500 yuan!

The village branch was embarrassed in writing and said to him: “This is too expensive!”

“The secretary, what you want is landscape wall painting, which originally required a lot of money! And your wall is not white, we have to repaint, and paint or other things, we have to pay for it! You also have to consider the cost Yeah!”

Xu Cong and Lin Mengjiao listened to their conversation and got a general understanding of the situation.

Lin Mengjiao was upset, and said to the village party secretary with a small cheek: “The village party secretary! Didn’t you always ask Xu Cong to paint for you before? Why are you doing it wrong?”