At around nine o 'clock in the evening, the birthday party ended.
Su Zhenhong and Ye Qin will stay for a while, Sue
He left with his classmates and went to a nearby barbecue restaurant for a meal. Although he said that he was going to rip off Sue,
They paused for a while, but the main purpose was just to chat with their classmates. After all, it was not easy for them to gather together.
The few of them played until around 12 o 'clock in the evening before disbanding and going home.
The next day, He Jingdong came to Sue
Home, did a field survey, although it is the seaside, the seaside is a reef, and the land under the house is strong enough to be built. Finally, He Jingdong estimated it at 10 million yuan, including Sue.
The various layouts and renovations requested, including the luxurious renovations of the villa on the fourth floor, had been deliberately raised to make Sue pay at least 10 million yuan.
Ten million was enough to be extravagant.
The only remaining problem now was that it seemed that the countryside could not be built so high. Sue
He called Wang Zhuo to ask. Firstly, because the Wang family was very powerful, it would be easier to handle things with Wang Zhuo's help. Secondly, Wang Zhuo had already sent people to inspect the surrounding environment and obtained the government's permission to start developing tourism in this area. He now had a lot of say in the construction of this area.
"Why did you build such a tall building?" Wang Zhuo listened to Sue.
His words, he said in surprise.
"I live by myself," Sue said.
He said.
"…" Wang Zhuo couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Not long ago, Sue …
He was just a village boy with good cooking skills, but he became so rich in the blink of an eye. It seemed that he had not misjudged him. Sue
He would definitely be someone in the future.
"Don't worry, I will help you with all the procedures." Wang Zhuo smiled. Obviously, this was a trivial matter for him.
"Thank you so much," Sue said.
He said happily.
"There's no need to be so polite with me."
Wang Zhuo chuckled and said, "I also have something that I need your help with. I have an old friend who has been losing his appetite for the past six months because of his old age. Do you think you can cook a few meals for him?"
"That's just a small matter. I'll personally deliver it another day, but I can't guarantee that it'll work." Sue said.
He agreed immediately, but he didn't dare to guarantee that it would be effective. After all, the physical functions of the elderly declined, which was different from that of children and young people.
"Hehe, if he can't even eat the food you made, then it can only be said that his time limit is almost up and he can't be saved." Wang Zhuo laughed.
"…" Sue
He was speechless. How could he insult his old friend like that?
After hanging up the phone, Sue
After discussing with He Jingdong for a while and confirming some details, He Jingdong seemed to be inspired and couldn't wait to leave with the manuscript paper. With He Jingdong's design and introduction of the familiar construction team, Sue is basically not needed.
Stop worrying.
However, although the process of "stacking blocks" is enough in a month, the preliminary work is still time-consuming and can't be rushed.
"Ten million, I don't have enough, I have to earn more." Sue
He intends to send the tree root to Myriad Treasures Auction House, but he only has 2.66 million on hand, and he has to sell it for seven or eight million.
"Look at this painting." Sue
He took out the landscape painting he bought from Shen Hong and bought it. After Sue
Only then did he realize that from a professional's point of view, this painting couldn't be any more fake. Be it the shaft, the paper, or the ink, they all revealed that it was a modern copy, and the level of the copy could only be said to be passable.
In fact, Wu Daozi's masterpiece "Heavenly King Sends His Son" is not an original work, but a copy of Li Gonglin of the Song Dynasty, but copies are also divided into grades. Sue
The copy in his hand is undoubtedly not good enough.
Because of this, no one bought it before.
"Let's open it and see." Sue
He released his spiritual force and drilled into the gap at the edge of the painting, and then slowly lifted the surface along the gap. If this is to be done by hand, I am afraid that it will take a high level of skill, otherwise, it will be easy to tear the painting inside, but it is very simple to separate it from the inside with spiritual force.
Tearing a corner, revealing the yellow paper inside, as well as the corner of the ink painting, there are a few bamboos and a few columns of words.
Sue
Continue to peel off, and soon the surface was completely torn off, and the whole painting was revealed, with only a few bamboos and two standing stones on it.
It is simple, although Sue
He doesn't know much about it, but he feels that the artistic conception of this painting is elegant and much better than before.
"Check if it is a famous painting." Sue
According to the words on the painting and the red seal, he searched for information on the Internet. After a while, he really found some clues and showed a surprised look, "Is this – Zheng Banqiao's" Bamboo and Stone Painting "?"
Zheng Banqiao was a famous calligrapher and painter in the early Qing Dynasty. He was also one of the famous Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou. He was praised by later generations as an all-rounder painter of "poetry, calligraphy, and painting". His painting achievements were extremely high, especially good at painting bamboo and stone, thin branches and thick leaves, thin and lonely, and superhuman style. The orchids he painted stood out the wild spirit of the mountains, and his brushwork was elegant and fragrant.
Interestingly, Zheng Banqiao was different from ordinary literati. For thousands of years, most of the literati in China were ashamed to talk about money. Most of them thought that it was unbearably vulgar, but Zheng Banqiao had a unique view of elegance. He thought that there was nothing shameful about exchanging paintings for money.
When Zheng Banqiao was 30 years old, it was difficult for him to make a living from teaching, so he went to Yangzhou to sell paintings for a living. He was a professional painter for 10 years. It was during his later period as a county magistrate that he thought that "if I don't enter the official career, I'll sell paintings and earn several times more than a low salary." He thought of a way out for himself. He wanted to sell paintings to make a living with his friend surnamed Li. In the letter, "Quickly install my inkstone, quickly bring my manuscripts, sell paintings to Yangzhou, and grow old with Li."
Sure enough, after he resigned, he was a professional painter until he died of illness, selling paintings to make a living for 20 years.
As a professional painter, Zheng Banqiao had a relatively large number of paintings in the world. According to statistics, there were more than 7,000 paintings.
However, among them, half were real and half were fake. The auction house was full of fakes, and some people said that "less than one-tenth of the original works".
"I don't know if this is an authentic work or a fake. If it's an authentic work, I'll be rich." Sue
Looking at the Bamboo-Stone Painting in front of him, he was a little excited. This was just a painting that he bought for 1,000 yuan. If it was an authentic work of Zheng Banqiao, it would be normal to sell it for millions of yuan, which is equivalent to changing hands and making millions of yuan. It's easier than picking up money.
"I'll take it to Myriad Treasures Auction House for identification." Sue
After all, he doesn't know anything about it and he can't identify it. He thought that it had been solved anyway. Even if it was put in front of Shen Hong, he wouldn't recognize it as the landscape painting.
At this time, Sue heard a cry.
He heard a cry. It was a killer whale.
Sue
After putting away the Bamboo-Stone Painting, he came to the seaside and saw the killer whale holding a large piece of white thing in his mouth. It seemed that it was for himself. Every time the killer whale came over, he would bring gifts, but most of them were of little value. After all, he didn't know what was valuable.