Become the richest man from picking up junk

Chapter 211
It is estimated that someone came to deliver it in the middle of the night.

Shen Jian didn't bother to pay attention, turned around and closed the door.

After breakfast, drive out to pick up trash.

At this time, Huang Chixiang, who woke up, rushed to Shen Jian's car with a stride.

"Mr. Shen! Let's discuss it again! I brought enough ticket money today!"

Yo, it seems that this old clapper is quite good!
Afterwards, Shen Jian poked his head out of the window and asked, "How much did you bring?"

Huang Chixiang took out a card and shook it at Shen Jian, and said with a smile: "50, how about it? Is it enough sincerity?"

In fact, what Huang Chixiang thinks is also very simple. If "Luo Shen Fu Tu" is real, let alone 50, he is willing to give it even 5000 million!

If it was fake, then he would have plenty of ways to force Shen Jian to pay back the money.

After hearing this number, Shen Jian pursed his lips contemptuously and said, "Master, I have millions of dollars every minute, how many hundreds of thousands are you short of? Sending beggars away!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Jian retracted his head, the car roared and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Huang Chixiang panicked and said, "Mr. Shen! Make an offer!"

Of course he would throw this kind of question to Shen Jian, so that he could know his bottom line.

But Shen Jian is not a fool, he sat in the car and said calmly: "Hehe, this is your sincerity, you asked me to ask for a price? I think it's your insincerity!"

Huang Chixiang said embarrassingly: "200 million! It's quadrupled. How about it, Mr. Shen?"

Shen Jian stretched out a finger and shook it back and forth.

"As I said just now, I have millions of dollars every minute. Do you think this little money can seduce me?"

Seeing this, Huang Chixiang's face changed slightly.

This Shen Jian's appetite is too big, he actually wants tens of millions?
But because the complete "Luo Shen Fu Tu" is too tempting, he can only choose to compromise.

"Mr. Shen, 1000 million! This is my greatest sincerity, you should be able to feel it!"

At this moment, Shen Jian poked his head out again.

"1000 million plus the price you just mentioned, a total of 250 million, think about it for yourself."

"Okay, Mr. Shen, I agree!"

This time, Huang Chixiang agreed without thinking about it.

Seeing that Huang Chixiang agreed so happily, Shen Jian couldn't help regretting it. It seems that the price is still low.

But a man keeps his promises, and once he says it, he can't change it!

Afterwards, Huang Chixiang took out four or five cards from his wallet and handed them to Shen Jian.

"Mr. Shen, here is 300 million, and there is another 50 as an apology for the previous incident."

Seeing this, Shen Jian nodded in satisfaction, and Huang Chixiang would still be able to do something.

Then Shen Jian got out of the car and led Huang Chixiang towards the manor.

On the way, Huang Chixiang smiled and said, "Mr. Shen, I've been paying three visits to the thatched cottage, right?"

After thinking for a while, Shen Jian said, "Thatched hut is not a good use of the word. It should be used as a latrine. In addition, it should be reversed and changed to latrine three visits. What do you think?"

Looking at the smiling Shen Jian, Huang Chixiang really wanted to kill him with a knife.

Not long after, the two entered the room, and Shen Jian put the "Luo Shen Fu Tu" on the table again without any ink marks.

This time, Huang Chixiang didn't think he was so unreasonable before, he just pushed his eyes, leaned over and rubbed carefully.

I saw the lines on the painting, the brushwork is still clearly visible, and it is quite well preserved!
From that painting, Huang Chixiang felt an indescribable feeling, as if he could feel the emotions of the painter at that time!

The incomprehension of the great world at that time, and the emotion that no one understood him, are all over this painting!

Seeing this, Huang Chixiang's eyes became excited and fiery.

From this point of view alone, this painting is very likely to be authentic!

In the Southern Museum, he had seen fragments of this painting, but it was completely different from this mood.

When Gu Kaizhi painted the first picture, he was extremely relaxed, comfortable and full of vigor.

But when it came to the second picture, it changed to another scene. Although the picture was figured out, the charm inside was completely inconsistent!
Afterwards, Huang Chixiang reached out and gently touched the paper of the painting.

It has lost the touch of rice paper, but more like normal paper.

This is exactly what the soda water will do when it evaporates!
From this point of view, it must have been preserved for an unknown number of years!

This is very likely to be authentic!

Of course, it is too early to draw conclusions, and we need to look again.

Thinking about it, Huang Chixiang took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, leaned over to watch it carefully.

This kind of calligraphy and painting antiques only needs to be enlarged to roughly see whether it is authentic or not.

"How? Is it true?"

At this time, Shen Jian was also extremely nervous.

Huang Chixiang is willing to bid more than 1000 million, just to take a look at him. If this thing is real, how much will it be worth?

I'm afraid it won't come down without a few hundred million?
Huang Chixiang said excitedly: "Don't worry, I'm still watching, and the result will come out soon."

Shen Jian nodded lightly, then said nothing, quietly waiting for the result.

About half an hour later, Huang Chixiang got up and stretched.

"How about it?"

Then Huang Chixiang said: "After identification, it is a fake, but the degree of simulation is extremely high, and it is completely possible to confuse the fake with the real."

After hearing this, Shen Jian's eyes flickered imperceptibly.

This object has been verified by the system, and it is indeed authentic.

But at the moment Huang Chixiang said that, he probably didn't have good intentions.

Afterwards, a look of regret flashed across Shen Jian's face, and he asked, "Well, what a pity, if this thing is real, how much can it be sold for?"

After thinking about it for a while, Huang Chixiang said, "If this is an authentic work, it will probably be worth two to three hundred million."

Two or three billion!
Shen Jian was a little surprised. Back then, he treated Zhao Yijun for only this price, right?

And this is a windfall, and I didn't do anything at all.

"Even if it is true, this thing probably won't be sold."

Shen Jian was puzzled.

"Why is this?"

Huang Chixiang explained: "In Dahua, it is illegal to sell this thing. Does Mr. Shen want to go to jail?"

Nodding his head, Shen Jian was also aware of this.

Not long after he got the painting, he dismissed the idea of ​​selling him.

Although he can accept selling it to Chinese people, the law does not allow it.

If it is sold to Westerners, it is better to let him die!
For so many years, so many cultural relics have been lost overseas, and they can't be recovered even if they want to. Now it's too inhuman to sell them.

Although Shen Jian was sometimes muddled, there was a bottom line when it came to national dignity.

Afterwards, Huang Chixiang smiled and said, "Mr. Shen, I want to discuss something with you."

Shen Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What's the matter, tell me."

(End of this chapter)