National Tide 1980

It was a coincidence that Ning Weimin suddenly flashed his eyes and pretended to be innocent, deliberately teasing Kang Shude.

At the other end of Rong Baozhai, there were two well-dressed people talking about them.

In the director's office.

Director Song was opening the items Shen Zhou and Shi Tao received today on the table and showing them to Rong Baozhai's top leader, Director Fang, who had just returned from a meeting at the Art Publishing House.

At the same time, Director Song was still blaming himself with shame.

"Lao Fang, I'm sorry. Today's matter is mainly my responsibility. I was too impatient, so the price was too high. Alas, I didn't do it well. It was a lot more expensive. I even called you. , look at this..."

Director Fang looked at the two calligraphy and paintings intently, smiled and waved his hands.

"Hey, don't say that. Unexpected things are inevitable at work. Lao Song, in fact, you are right to consider the reputation of our store, otherwise it would be a small gain but a big gain."

"Besides, you see, these two paintings and calligraphy are really good, and the damage is not serious. Especially Shen Zhou and Shi Tao, they are both outstanding people in the history of art. Not many of their works have survived, but they are still in such good condition. There are even rarer quality products. The price is a bit high, but it’s worth the money. I can’t say it’s expensive.”

"Actually, what they said is right. If he wants to sell it to an individual, the price can be two or three times higher. There are many Hong Kong businessmen in the capital now. If they find the right person, they may sell it at a higher price. I'm afraid this is still possible. It must be said that it is because people believe in us that they are willing to give us evenly."

"I'll leave it as it is, don't blame yourself. I'll sign the receipts for these two items later, and it will be recognized by both of us. It's better to let our people repair these two works as soon as possible. That’s the business.”

Director Song was immediately relieved.

"Thank you then. With you as the leader to prove it to me, I feel relieved."

"As for this job, since it is Master He who accepts it, in my opinion, let him bring two apprentices to do it."

"Master He currently has only one task, Xie Shichen's "Da Snow Mountain Picture Scroll". And it's 70% done. I think it's just right. It will only take an extra month to wait."

Director Fang nodded first, "That's it, I think it's okay."

Then he stopped Director Song who was about to put away his calligraphy and paintings and leave.

"Old Song, please don't leave yet. Sit down for a moment. I have something important to tell you. The prices of our calligraphy and painting products need to be adjusted."

"That's right. I went to a meeting today and the company reported an unexpected situation. It was said that our capital's first export commodities exhibition in the port city is now being held. The response has been excellent and it has been a great success."

"Tens of thousands of visitors come to the exhibition every day. The arts and crafts exhibits are especially popular. We sent more than 100 modern paintings, 200 woodblock watermarks, and 1,000 sets of albums and pictures. The album was sold out in the first three days of the exhibition.”

"The response from Hong Kong City is that it is so popular, especially the paintings and calligraphy of modern and contemporary famous artists. The prices are raised by 30% every day, but they are still so popular. It is unimaginable. It can be seen that the external market prefers our local calligraphy and painting far more than we originally did. It’s expected.”

"Therefore, based on the popularity of the external market and the increasing number of Japanese and Hong Kong businessmen in the Mainland, our superiors believe that our pricing is already a bit low. Therefore, we have decided that from now on, we will sell all modern and contemporary paintings in all art stores in our system. , the price will be adjusted uniformly and temporarily floated upward by 20%. We will wait and see how the market responds."

"I'm afraid I have to trouble you to arrange this matter. And what I mean is, in fact, you might as well be a little bolder, like some large-scale exquisite products, the theme of auspiciousness and wealth that is most favored by Hong Kong businessmen, and the theme of Buddha statues and Guanyin that are most favored by Japanese businessmen. , it can be raised by 30%, what do you think?"

As soon as he said this, Director Song looked strange.

It's red and white, and it's endlessly changing.

He opened his mouth for a long time, sweating on his forehead, before he responded with a trembling corner of his mouth.

"Okay...ok, I understand. Don't worry, don't worry..."

Director Fang didn't know what was going on with Director Song. He was so confused when he heard about the price increase.

I couldn't help but asked with concern.

"Old Song, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Director Song was licking his forehead and forcing a smile.

"Me? No...no, it's okay, I just feel a little hot. Then I'll make arrangements and find someone to change the price tag. By the way, is there anything else?"

Director Song was completely polite and said it casually, but he didn't expect that Director Fang actually had it.

"Hey, when you mentioned it, I remembered that I have a friend...oh, it's the Professor Lan who works on ancient architecture. You've met him."

"The last time he came to see me, he fell in love with Huang Binhong's "Qishan Pictures". He called me the night before yesterday and said he wanted it."

"In this case, you can stop by the gallery later and ask someone to help you put away the painting. Professor Lan will come and pick it up in two or three days at most. As for the price, I think we should still calculate it at the old price of ninety-eight. Give him another 10% off..."

At this point, Director Fang suddenly couldn't speak any more.

Because in his eyes, the abnormal look just now not only appeared on Director Song's face again, but it was even more evil this time.

Director Song actually let out a "kee" sound and began to cough violently.

The cough made her face turn red, and it was difficult to control herself. She even bent over from the cough.

In the end, Director Fang couldn't stand it any longer.

He had to get up and help Director Song, beat his chest and back, and pour him a glass of water.

In this way, Director Song gradually regained his composure and revealed the truth while rubbing his chest.

"Lao Fang, I'm sorry, I lost my temper...

"Hey, let me tell you the truth. In fact, the old and the young who came here today didn't just sell the paintings and leave. There is a special situation that I didn't tell you."

"Finally, that young man insisted on buying paintings. He asked me for a 10% discount, and then used the money from selling the paintings to buy fifty-seven paintings and calligraphy by famous modern artists."

"It seems so evil. Not only did that kid throw away the money without blinking an eye, but he also asked for Huang Binhong by name. In our store, he wants all of Huang Binhong's paintings and calligraphy as long as they are above four feet. As for the "Qishan Picture" you mentioned, Also among them..."

Needless to say, even Director Fang was dumbfounded.

Because to be honest, since the opening of Tarong Baozhai, there have never been such customers buying paintings!

Director Fang said to himself, hey, this is a strange thing, it is quite strange!

Who are these young and old people?

Is buying a painting like buying a carrot or cabbage?

And just before the price increases?

Look at this advantage, there is no such clever way to do it!

Are you still buying Huang Binhong exclusively?

Hey, it's really embarrassing to meet such a strange person.

What would he give Professor Lan...