Chapter 108: 107： Guest

A picture of a lady was displayed in front of everyone like this.

The brush and ink of the whole painting are condensed, the thickness of the lines, extremely negative changes, and the ups and downs, have a unique sense of rhythm.

The entire painting uses only ink and wash as the material, and the outline, pause, and fluctuation of the thickness of the brush and ink have also become the rich changes in the details of the expression.

In the courtyard where there are lakes and rocks, the lady has a beautiful appearance, holding a fan in one hand, and looking sideways into the distance, with sad and sad eyes from her brows.

Looking at the poem on the left side of the scroll clearly, everyone just felt dazed.

Autumn comes to hold the fan and collect it, what's the matter, the beautiful lady is very sad.

Please take a detailed look at the situation in the world, most of whom don’t follow the heat!

"This is actually Tang Bohu's autumn wind holding a fan! A few strange stones and a few green bamboos as embellishments show the bleak autumn garden!"

"This kind of depiction style with freehand brushwork as its main purpose and not on the basis of similarity but pursuing the likeness of gods is definitely the true work of Tang Bohu!"

"This maid is alive, the faint resentment between the eyebrows and the fresh and beautiful face makes people look at me with affection and love!"

Ye Xuan's eyes also flashed with joy. After carefully viewing the paintings, he sighed with emotion, "Tang Bohu was shocked in his life, but his fate was frustrating. He was using Ban Jieyu's destiny to tell that he could not display his ambitions. , The pain of gnashing teeth that was shelved by the autumn wind. Even if it is a beauty as a company, it can't get rid of this melancholy by drinking wine."

The immature voice combines the paintings with Tang Bohu's own fortunes, and points out the profound meaning contained therein.

If among them, the one who knows Tang Bohu best is the young Ye Xuan!

The face of several shopkeepers was a little ugly. The bald shopkeeper looked at Ye Xuan, and thought the child was very interesting, so he asked, "Let me ask you, do you know what allusions Tang Bohu got to Ban Jieyu?"

Ye Xuan nodded, "Ban Jieyu was originally the favorite concubine of Emperor Cheng Han, and she was both talented and beautiful, but she was harmed by Zhao Feiyan. She made a fan song, using the autumn wind to come, and the fan is no longer useful to metaphor her age and depravity. The tragic fact of being abandoned. In abandoning and donating, there is no way of kindness."

Everyone was shocked by Ye Xuan's erudition.

It's good to know that Ban Jieyu's autumn fan was donated, but he could even recite one or two Tuan Fan Songs.

You must know that this is a verse describing the sadness of a deep-bowed woman, and no adult asked to recite it.

This can only show that Ye Xuan himself has read many books, and he has excellent memory and uses it appropriately.

This is nothing for adults who have formed logical thinking, but it is rare for an eight or nine-year-old child!

The bald shopkeeper slapped his tongue and stared at Zhao Yuan, "Master Zhao, where did you bring the child, okay!"

Zhao Yuan's expression was serious, and he quickly corrected him: "No, no, no! Ye Xiaoyou didn't lose me in this aspect of identification. I am also fortunate to meet him. I specially brought him to meet you and appreciate the fine products together."

Hearing Zhao Yuan's extremely high evaluation of Ye Xuan, everyone's faces were colorful and indescribably fancy.

This is Zhao Yuan, his appreciation ability is obvious to all. Otherwise, those appraisal programs will not be scheduled specially, and they will have to wait for Zhao Yuan's schedule.

Such a character actually admires a child so much?

There was only shock and disbelief in everyone's eyes.

Ye Xuan didn't mind the gaze of everyone's scrutiny. Instead, he smiled faintly, and said, "Several people, it is rare to appreciate a painting of the level of Qiufeng holding a fan, so don't waste a good time."

A simple sentence turned everyone's attention to Tang Bohu's paintings again.

Looking at this masterpiece of Tang Bohu, the gazes of the shopkeepers, from the beginning of shock, have turned into a kind of greed.

If you can get such a rare painting, you can taste it when it’s okay...

It's a happy life like a fairy!

Just thinking about it, several shopkeepers felt that their hearts were flying.

But soon, their shining eyes began to get a touch of helplessness.

Tang Bohu's paintings have always been sought after by many collectors.

His pictures of Songya's other industry have even sold for a sky-high price of more than 70 million!

Although most of the premium for that painting came from the private seals of dozens of very famous collectors above, the value of Tang Bohu's paintings has also risen.

unstoppable.

They carefully recalled the spring and autumn auctions of the past two years. Regarding the price of Tang Bohu's paintings, looking at this autumn wind holding fan, the price is definitely not low!

It is not an exaggeration to say that the price is sky-high!

"Ahem, old Lin, what price do you plan to sell this autumn wind fan drawing?" The shopkeeper in a long gown asked through gritted teeth.

If the price is below 50 million, it can still be considered.

Lin Dongpeng didn't sell Guanzi either, and said directly: "I'm talking about the reserve price, 150 million!"

When several shopkeepers heard it, it was as if a firecracker was ignited, and it immediately exploded.

"What! Lao Lin, are you crazy! Do you know, the highest price on the spring auction now is only more than 70 million! You directly doubled it for me?"

"Oh my God! I thought that more than 50 million yuan is already the top of the sky, and co-authoring is enough for you to have a fraction! If you don't buy it, you won't buy it. This is simply driving up the market price!"

"Tang Bohu's flowers are definitely good paintings, but you who sell things are a bad guy!"

Lin Dongpeng looked at some of the shopkeepers who had lost their temper with cold eyes, and said directly: "If you feel inappropriate, you can go!"

Can go?

The faces of the shopkeepers are all green. This is the beginning of rushing people, right?

Okay, just go!

Several shopkeepers also got upset, flicked their sleeves angrily, and left together.

Zhao Yuan sighed as he looked at the disappearance of several shopkeepers.

He hadn't spoken for a while, and waited until everyone had left before speaking, "Old Lin! Your price is indeed a bit high!

Think about it, this is 150 million in cash, even if the four major treasurers have a rich family background, but most of the money is working capital, where is it drawn? If you really want to make a move, I am afraid that this price will still be lowered! "

Lin Dongpeng knew that Zhao Yuan was doing it for his own good, and what he said was from the bottom of his heart. But he is also a hot-tempered old man, and the only thing he looks for is that he is unwilling to change.

"This painting is worth the price, why should I lower the price! If it really irritates me, I will send him to the auction house, I still don't believe it!" Lin Dongpeng said angrily.

They have an antique business in their own right, and if they need to go to an auction house to sell a painting, it would be a bit of a slap in the face.

But Lin Dongpeng thought more clearly, what was the deal with the face?

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He can't let Tang Bohu's paintings get dusty and be sullied by people!

Lin Dongpeng was about to put away the autumn wind holding fan picture while he was speaking, and Zhao Yuan on the side could only shake his head and sigh.

He is also very helpless, okay?

With such a high price, he just joined in the fun, really can't afford it!

There are very few people in this world who can afford this painting!

No one thought that a small hand suddenly blocked Lin Dongpeng's movement of drawing the painting, and Ye Xuan stretched out to stop him.

Seeing Lin Dongpeng frowning and looking over, Ye Xuan looked into his eyes and said, "Why are you putting it away? They don't buy it, I'll buy it!"

Ye Xuan's words were not very loud, but all the people present could hear them clearly.

Lin Dongpeng was stunned at the time, and his hands stopped in midair.

Not only him, Lin Zhixi and Zhao Yuan were also stunned to be present.

What did they hear?

Ye Xuan said he came to buy it?

This is one hundred and fifty million!

Even if the four big shopkeepers with rich family backgrounds all walked away, an eight or nine-year-old kid actually said that he wanted to buy it?

Lin Zhixi wanted to go back at the time, she didn't believe that this kid could get so much money!

But she was worried that her words would be too rude. She really liked the child and couldn't bear to hit Ye Xuan.

Zhao Yuan came back to his senses, bent down and looked at Ye Xuan, "Ye Xiaoyou, this painting sells for 150 million yuan, it's not fifteen yuan, don't be kidding you."

Ye Xuan was brought in by him. If Lin Dongpeng was really offended, he would also be affected.

Lin Dongpeng looked at Ye Xuan with disdain, this was just a kid's joke.

Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Tang Bohu's masterpiece, no one is willing to buy it at a fair price. How ridiculous!

The most ridiculous thing is that this value can only come true in children's jokes!

Alas!

Lin Zhixi also walked over at this time, squatting down and saying in a good voice to Ye Xuan: "My kid, when you grow up to make money, will you come back to buy?"

Ye Xuan blinked while looking at the various faces in front of him.

He knew that these people did not believe in their own strength.

But at this time, the explanation is unnecessary. Ye Xuan directly took out a card and threw it over, and said to several people, "There is money in this card, you can try it."

When everyone saw the black card that Ye Xuan threw out, the expressions on their faces were directly frozen.

The color of this card represents good strength.

Could it be that what this kid said is true?

Everyone was resisting this answer in their hearts. They couldn't believe that an eight or nine-year-old child could have such strength!

It's terrible!

Ye Xuan saw that they still looked unbelievable, and touched in one of his pockets, only to find a business card of Liu Yanran.

He handed the business card to Lin Zhixi and said, "I don't have a business card yet. This is my secretary's business card. Now you are always willing to give it a try, right?"

Lin Zhixi took the business card, with a few simple words printed on it, Liu Yanran, Director of Huaxia Bank.

Liu Yanran is Ye Xuan's secretary?

The director of Hua Xia Bank serves as a secretary for him. How high is the identity of this person!

Lin Zhixi couldn't say anything anymore, she trembled and gave her grandfather her business card with shaking hands.

It was the first time that Lin Dongpeng saw his granddaughter. He was so excited that he picked up his business card and looked at it suspiciously.

Who can tell him that what he saw is not true!

What else can he say with such proof!

"Zhixi, go get the pos machine." Lin Dongpeng calmed down and ordered his granddaughter.

Lin Zhixi walked to the back without hesitation, and when she came back, she was holding a pos machine in her hand.

Swipe the card skillfully and enter the amount.

150 million.

Lin Zhixi carefully confirmed it several times before pressing the OK button very nervously.

Ye Xuan looked at the prompt above, and before Lin Zhixi asked, he answered, "There is no password."

Lin Zhixi nodded dumbly and clicked OK.

Obviously there is only three or four seconds of waiting time, but it seems that several years have passed.

The paper feed sound of clicking clicks, and the POS machine has started to print the receipt~www.novel35.com~ This familiar sound means that the card is successfully swiped!

The three people present, you look at me, I look at you, are all shocked and speechless.

One hundred and fifty million, if you say it is successful, you will succeed?

My god, this is too exciting!

Lin Dongpeng's old face was even more convulsive, and he almost had a facial stroke under his excitement!

His own paintings by Tang Bohu were really sold for RMB 150 million!

When he was happy, he noticed that Ye Xuan was actually standing in front of them. Lin Dongpeng's complexion condensed, and he immediately raised his hand towards Ye Xuan, inviting: "Oh, why is this little friend still standing? Please sit down, no no, please take a seat!"

Zhao Yuan looked at Lin Dongpeng in astonishment, his attitude took an astonishing 180 degree turn.

I ignored them before, and now I'm a guest of honor!

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