Colorful Spirit Eyes

"Melon Picking Picture"... Du Zhong nodded, finally knowing the name of the painting. Du Zhong had no doubt about Hu Guohua's appreciation level. His reputation in the circle was not just made by money.

Du Ming didn't care much about this. He sat on the side and played with the gadgets in Du Zhong's room. But Hu Guohua was stuck in the painting and couldn't pull it out. He kept praising it in his mouth. One moment he said that the scenery was beautiful, another moment he said that the painting was delicate and skillful, and the next moment he praised the realistic details.

Eucommia ulmoides also learned a lesson from Hu Guohua's comments. He only knew that Zhan Ziqian's painting was good, but he couldn't talk about it in detail like Hu Guohua did. Comparing these two items , Du Zhong added an idea in his mind, it seems that he really needs to learn more, otherwise if the magical power in his eyes disappears that day, then he will be useless. The knowledge reserve is always your own, and the right way to use it is to use it.

Hu Guohua watched it for more than half an hour. Finally, he smacked his lips and looked at Eucommia ulmoides with emotion and said with emotion: My brother is really a blessed person, you can recognize such treasures.

Du Zhong touched the back of his head and said with a smile: Luck, pure luck.

Hu Guohua looked at Du Zhong who was smiling sheepishly, and felt bad in his heart. He thought that he had been in the antique circle for many years, but he had never picked up a big leak like Du Zhong, and more than once, which really made him envious and jealous. After pondering for a long time, Hu Guohua rubbed his hands and said with a wicked smile: Brother, what do you think...how is our relationship?

Eucommia was stunned when he heard this, looked at Hu Guohua without knowing why, nodded and said: There is no need to say, there is no need to say anything else about the relationship between Brother Hu and me.

Hey... that's right. After hearing this, Hu Guohua nodded and said with a smile: Well, brother, I have a merciless request. I hope I won't make my brother look bad.

His words made Du Zhong even more unsure of his pulse. With a status like Hu Guohua's, how could he need his help? He opened his mouth and asked: Just tell me, if I can help, I will definitely help.

Hu Guohua clapped his hands and said with a smile: Come on, what I want is your words, brother. After saying that, he eagerly looked at Zhan Ziqian's painting "Picking Melons" and said, "Well, the old man in the family has always been quite partial to Zhan Ziqian's paintings, and so do I, brother." I have been tinkering with it for a long time, but I still haven't found the chance. Today, brother, you...hehe, do you think you can give this painting to me? Don't worry, brother, I won't let you suffer due to our relationship. How about [-] million?

Phew...how much? Before Eucommia ulmoides gave any reaction, Du Ming, who was sipping tea not far away, spit out the quotation, stared at Hu Guohua with wide eyes, and asked in disbelief.

Hu Guohua chuckled, raised his hand to make a pistol gesture, shook it back and forth and said with a smile: Eighty million, how about it? Isn’t this my brother’s face that I’m selling my brother?

Du Ming's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He looked at the painting spread out on the table. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see that this shabby painting could be worth [-] million. It's not that he is ignorant, but he really doesn't understand the market. Not to mention [-] million, if it goes to auction, [-] million is not a problem. But excluding publicity fees and commissions plus miscellaneous expenses, the total is around [-] million.

Du Zhong really didn't want to sell this painting, he was not short of money now. Now that he was involved in the antique circle, he also thought that he could collect more treasures for himself to enjoy, but when Hu Guohua spoke, he couldn't refuse, so he remained silent for a while.

He didn't say anything, but he remembered that Du Ming was gritting his teeth and thinking: Silly boy, you're selling it for [-] million. You'd be scared to wipe your ass with this tattered painting.

When Hu Guohua saw that Du Zhong was silent, he thought he was dissatisfied with his bid. As soon as he thought about it, he lightly gave himself a forehead and said quickly: It's my fault, brother. How can I give this kind of treasure according to the market price? In this way, how about I give you [-] million?

Ninety million... Du Ming squeezed out three words through his teeth, and he was so shocked. For such a big effort, it’s a direct addition of [-] million. Ten million, that’s money. By the way, the house bought by Du Zhong was decorated from top to bottom, and it was only at this price. One painting is equivalent to a large house with an area of ​​more than a thousand square meters, and it is still well-decorated.

When Eucommia ulmoides heard this, she sighed in her heart and said to herself: Come on, give it to him. I thought that Mr. Hu was pretty good to me, and it would be nice to make a painting to make him happy. Then he waved his hand and said to Hu Guohua: "Brother Hu, what did you say? If the old man likes to take it for you, then talking about money will be far away."

Ouch... When Hu Guohua heard this, his heart suddenly warmed up. He is the person who cares about face the most. A young man can treat money like dirt. This courage instantly made him feel closer. He patted Eucommia ulmoides on the shoulder and said: Come on, as I said, brother, I Ah, contented. He said with a smile: "Brother, I can't let my little brother suffer. Ninety million is the friendship between us two brothers, it's not about money."

Eucommia knew that people like Hu Guohua would not take advantage of others easily. He shook his head and smiled and said: Since it is friendship, Brother Hu will not give you [-] million. As you said before, [-] million will be considered as my filial piety to Grandpa Hu.

Hearing this, Hu Guohua secretly raised his thumb and patted Eucommia ulmoides on the shoulder. He said without any pretense: Come on, brother, I will be your lover. Brother, that's cool. I'll be my host tonight, so you have to stay with me. Have a few drinks. As he said that, he turned to Du Ming and said, "You want to go too. It's been a long time since we sat together."

Du Ming grinned, feeling that he admired his brother so much that he gave away ten million for free. He couldn't help but sigh to himself: He is a good brother, not an ordinary person.

As the saying goes, brothers settle accounts clearly. The two parties drafted an agreement in Du Zhong's yard. After they signed, Hu Guohua took out his check book and filled in the amount and handed it to Du Zhong. In this way, the money and goods were settled. Mingmu completed this tens of millions deal under dumb witness.

After finishing the matter, Hu Guohua couldn't sit still anymore. He carefully rolled up Zhan Ziqian's "Picture of Picking Melons" and said to the two Eucommia ulmoides: "Brother, I have to find someone to frame it. I'll say goodbye first." Then he turned to Du Ming and said: In the evening, you take me to my club in the suburbs of Beijing. You are familiar with the road. Let's eat and chat in the evening.

When Du Ming heard that he was going to Beijing for a trade fair, he immediately became energetic. He nodded and said, "Okay, second brother, I'll definitely be there tonight."

The three of them said a few words, and Hu Guohua left in a hurry. Du Zhong looked at Hu Guohua leaving, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the painting. Du Ming on the other side couldn't wait to run to the coffee table, picked up the check and counted the zeros carefully. After counting, his eyes flashed and he smiled and said: Okay, brother, now you can get [-] million?

Du Zhong smiled. At this time, money no longer had the same impact on him as before. Instead, he yearned more and more for objects with cultural value. Without going to get the check, he calmly said to Du Ming: You asked for four million, and you, Brother Xin, the eldest sister and the second sister each have one million. If there is more, I'm afraid it will cause trouble. The rest will be transferred to my account... Suddenly the conversation changed: Help me with the rest and make a Swiss promissory note.

Du Ming shook his hands and said with a smile: Come on, my brother is still generous.