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Chapter 48 To you, no amount of money will sell!
Chapter 48. To you, no amount of money will sell!
What suddenly appeared was another unfamiliar voice.

Following the prestige, I saw an old man walking slowly on the stone path in the garden not far from the gazebo.

The old man was about 50 years old, tall and mighty in appearance.

Wearing a navy blue silk thin coat, it is a bit similar to the common Tai Chi suit, but it is obviously much more expensive.

Holding a folding fan in hand is quite magnificent.

The only thing that slightly disturbed this extraordinary temperament was the position on the top of the head.

Except for a few wisps of fire remaining sparsely between the temples, the rest is bright.

Edges are edges, corners are corners, as if they have been deliberately trimmed, and at a glance, they are very neat.

In terms of age, he was younger than most of the old people in the gazebo.

But when it comes to airs, it's just the opposite.

Walking lightly and slowly, it took half a minute to "fly" to that section of the narrow path.

A crowd of old people greeted again and again:
"Master Huang, you are always here!"

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Master, do you have any new works? Can you show us one or two?"

"We went to see the plaque of Yangling Hall. It's really majestic and breathtaking! I heard that some time ago, Tianbaolai Hotel also asked you to inscribe it as a plaque..."

Amidst the turmoil of flattery, the pavilion was filled with smog.

Only two people remained indifferent.

One is Ren Ping, who doesn't know much about calligraphy, so naturally he doesn't know Master Huang.

Moreover, in the field of cultural relics, the system has the function of knowing people and distinguishing things, including contemporary famous calligraphers and painters.

But just do a search.

No such person found...

As for Xiaofei, it was even simpler.

What Master Huang, in her eyes, is just another old man.

"You want to buy my calligraphy too?"

Without any scruples, she looked at him.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Old Xu smiled awkwardly, and hurried up a few steps, with a serious look on his face:
"Little friend, don't be so rude, this is Master Huang Cangming!"

Xiao Fei curled his lips, feeling helpless:
"Okay, Master Huang, do you want to buy it?"

Lao Xu: "..."

Huang Cangming's eyes darkened.

According to his usual personality, he would be angry.

But at this time, he was facing a little girl who was not taller than her waist. After thinking about it, she snorted coldly:
"Zhuzi is ignorant, based on your writing, is it worthy of me to buy?"

"Let's expand, I'll give you some pointers."

Xiao Fei scratched his head and looked at Ren Ping who had already taken the rice paper.

The meaning is obvious, just now the two have reached a verbal agreement to sell for [-] yuan.

In other words, things already belong to Ren Ping.

If you want to change now, you will naturally have to seek his opinion.

Ren Ping smiled, didn't say much, picked up both ends, and directly spread the rice paper on the ground again.

"This picture of a hundred lives is sold for [-] yuan. If Master Huang has a better price, I don't mind parting with it."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and patted Xiao Fei's shoulder with an apologetic face.

It's not that he's being magnanimous, but that he sees that Xiao Fei is in urgent need of money, and he sincerely wants her to sell it at a high price.

First of all, this little girl is smart and cute, innocent and innocent, but also calm and precocious, not as messy as most of her peers, so she is very likable.

Secondly, he has already gained 20 civilization points, which is quite fruitful.

Moreover, as an "intangible cultural heritage" cultural heritage.

Things are second.

People are the most important thing.

From this point of view, compared with Xiaofei, a picture of a hundred years of life is far inferior!

At this time, the crowd in the gazebo formed a circle again, accompanied by the sound of discussion one after another.

Although Lao Xu and the others have already seen it, they know that this kind of picture of a hundred longevity is rare, so they can't help but want to admire it a few more times.

More importantly, while watching, he looked eagerly at Huang Cangming, wanting to hear his conclusion.

Huang Cangming's expression wavered.

When I first saw the word "hundred years old", I was really surprised. I didn't seem to believe it was written by a little girl.

But then he sneered:
"One hundred thousand? Are you kidding me? Now it's just a letter, so you dare to ask such a price?"

As soon as these words came out, Lao Xu and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and silently said in their hearts:
Fortunately, fortunately, I was not fooled by a little girl...

Xiaofei shrugged blankly.

Ren Ping smiled, bent down, and honestly put away the rice paper:

"That's just right, no one is competing, so I still sell this calligraphy to me,"

"Xiaofei, let's go."

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, Huang Cangming shouted again, took a big stride, and stopped in front of the two of them:

"Don't hurry, I didn't say no to this picture."

Ren Ping raised his eyebrows:
"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I bought this calligraphy, but the price is subject to negotiation,"

Huang Cangming paused, pondered for a moment:
"How about it, ten thousand! I will offer ten thousand to accept this painting!"

The audience was silent.

As soon as the words came out, everyone was stunned.

Not only in the cultural relics circle, but in the so-called rush auction, the price has always been rising all the way, and the highest price wins.

This is a good time, Huang Cangming directly quoted a price of one-tenth of the original price.

Even Lao Xu and others found it incredible.

"Master Huang, are you kidding me? This little girl sells for [-] yuan."

Ren Ping looked at each other like an idiot.

"That's right, but the words aren't worth that much."

"Since you don't think it's worth it, why do you bother to intervene?"

"Like I said, this painting is worth [-] yuan. Although it's not a good thing, it's still a plaything if you buy it."

Huang Cangmin's face was calm and relaxed. As he spoke, he raised his eyes to the sky and twisted his shoulders casually.

Seems like the price of a toy is really just being discussed.

Ren Ping almost laughed angrily.

Master Huang's logic is really fresh and refined.

Take one dollar and grab something worth ten dollars from others to play?
"Then do you think the owner will sell it?"

"Whether to sell or not is up to her, not you!"

Huang Cangming's tone suddenly changed, and he glared at Ren Ping:
"Huang has a rule, as long as you have seen something, you must get it at a reasonable price."

"Furthermore... boy, if you have a bit of eyesight, I'll help you with your eyes and help you avoid pitfalls. Don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

Uh……

Master Huang, he turned out to be a rogue who buys and sells hard, maliciously lowers prices.

This was an eye-opening experience for Ren Ping. There is such a person in the circle?
If he hadn't made up his mind, it would be easy to be fooled by him.

"I'm sorry, but if this thing is worth it or not, and how much it's worth, the kid can make his own judgment, and he doesn't need others to teach him."

Putting down a word coldly, Ren Ping no longer planned to talk to him, and turned to leave.

When Huang Cangming saw it, he couldn't help feeling a little out of breath.

Turning to Xiaofei:

"Little girl, the old man has a good relationship with you, and I bought this painting for [-] yuan, what do you think?"

Xiaofei just kept silent, watching him playfully.

At this time, I couldn't help laughing:
"Ten thousand? It seems a little less."

The voice was sweet and sweet, and it sounded like he was thinking seriously.

"That's good, thirty thousand!"

"It seems that there are still few."

"Fifty thousand! Little girl, don't be ignorant of flattery! I, Huang Cangming's reputation outside alone, is more than enough to buy a picture of you!"

Huang Cangming gritted his teeth and seemed to be bleeding profusely.

Xiao Fei still shook his head:
"Stop shouting, old bald man—"

"What did you call me?"

Huang Cangming's expression darkened.

He hated people saying that he was bald most in his life. If an adult said this, he would never let it go.

"I said this old man without long hair,"

Xiaofei didn't take it seriously, smiled, and pointed at the picture of Baishou:
"The words belong to me, why do you keep bidding? If you want to sell it or not, and how much to sell, I should have the final say?"

"Okay, how much do you want?"

"One hundred thousand, didn't you just say it?"

"you--"

Huang Cangming stared, for a moment he couldn't tell whether the little girl was confused, going back and forth, or playing tricks on herself in different ways.

He looked at her for a while, Ren Ping for a while, and Baishou Tu for a while.

After a long time, the corner of his mouth twitched:
"Forget it, one hundred thousand is one hundred thousand, it's a bargain for you."

Whoa!
When the words fell to the ground, Lao Xu and the others were in an uproar.

They are not fools. Huang Cangming dared to pay this price, which proved that it was definitely worth the money.

Regret...the ones who have the best chance of getting this painting are obviously them.

In fact, although Huang Cangming is not considered a great calligrapher, he only writes commercial plaques for people on weekdays to earn fame, but he has a good eye after all.

Spending [-] yuan to buy this [-]-year-old painting is not just value for money, but super value for money!
Even if there are still doubts about the origin, if the thing is in front of you, you have to grab it first and then talk about it!

"One hundred thousand, is it settled now?"

Feeling extremely unwilling, Huang Cangming glared at Xiao Fei, and was about to take the things from Ren Ping's arms.

"Wait, the [-] I said was to sell this big brother,"

"Sell you... one hundred thousand, ten million, do you have it?"

"Stinky girl! You're playing tricks on me!"

Huang Cangming was furious.

With a wave of his right hand, he threw the folding fan on the stone table and broke it in two.

Fear flashed across Xiao Fei's face.

Turning his head, he saw that Ren Ping looked at her calmly, looking at her with a smile on his face, as if to express encouragement.

Unable to be bold again:

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake just now, for you - no amount of money will be sold!"

(End of this chapter)