The Song Dynasty shocked the world by earning 100 million at the beginning

"Liu Yuanhui, I'm not here to make trouble today. I want you to give me an estimate of my painting!" Zhao Youliang said.

"Why are you here! We don't accept your paintings!" Cheng Yutang said.

"Everyone who comes is a guest, and we must treat each other with courtesy." Liu Yuanhui said to Cheng Yutang, and then said to Zhao Youliang: "Young Master Zhao has received the personal guidance of the emperor, so your work is amazing! At least two hundred taels of silver to start with! "

Everyone present felt that Liu Yuanhui was crazy when they heard what Liu Yuanhui said.

"Mr. Liu! Are you kidding me? Why don't you accept the paintings of this kind of person!" Cheng Yutang said, holding Liu Yuanhui's arm.

"You mean you will accept two hundred taels of my paintings?" Zhao Youliang asked, with a surprised look on his face.

You must know that even if people outside buy it, no one will pay such a high price.

"Look, Mr. Zhao is worried, isn't he! How can my little Yutangzhai accommodate such great works like yours? However, I can help you sell all your paintings for two hundred taels. As for you, you only need to pay an agency fee of fifty taels for each painting." Liu Yuanhui said.

"Hahahahaha, Liu Yuanhui, do you think I'm a fool?" Zhao Youliang said and stood up to leave.

"Mr. Zhao! Although my Yutangzhai is not big, there are always dignitaries and rich people coming to buy paintings. You pay 200 taels for each painting, and I only charge 50 taels. You make a net profit of 150 taels. Which one?" I don't think you can tell which one is more important!" Liu Yuanhui took a sip of tea and continued: "I know that even if you are sitting at home, there will be people willing to pay for your paintings, but this is definitely not what I will give you. If you sell more, you won't be able to sell it faster than me. If you sell it here, you only need a dozen or so. I think you can take off the name Zhao Wubai. Agree, you stay, don't agree , it’s up to you!”

Zhao Youliang thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I will give you fifty taels of agency fees for each painting, and you will give me two hundred taels after the painting is sold!"

"Then let's establish the word as evidence?" Liu Yuanhui said.

"Okay!" Zhao Youliang agreed.

Then Liu Yuanhui began to establish written evidence:

"Today, Zhao Youliang entrusts Yutangzhai with an agency fee of 50 taels for each painting to resell, a total of 15 paintings. After the sale, each painting will be paid to the Zhao family 200 taels. During the agency period, Zhao Youliang cannot sell the works himself, otherwise he will pay Yutangzhai. Five hundred taels of liquidated damages, and the contract period is five days. If all the paintings cannot be sold within five days, Yutangzhai will purchase the remaining paintings by themselves for two hundred taels each."

Zhao Youliang read Liu Yuanhui's receipt several times. No matter how he calculated, he could not lose anything, so he pressed his fingerprint.

"Liu Yuanhui, there is no room for regret now!" Zhao Youliang said proudly.

Liu Yuanhui also pressed his fingerprint and said, "I, Liu Yuanhui, never regret anything I do!"

"I'll send someone to deliver the silver and fifteen paintings later. Brother Liu, you really know how to do business, hahaha!" Zhao Youliang walked out triumphantly, waving his paper fan.

"Mr. Liu! Aren't you doing a loss-making business? Who would buy this useless painting?" Cheng Yutang said.

"Don't worry, Sister Cheng, he is our money tree!" Liu Yuanhui also shook his paper fan and shouted: "The next one!"

All the poets and painters who came for appraisal, except for a few painters known to Liu Yuanhui, all the remaining paintings were appreciated by Cheng Yutang personally, and the bids were reasonable and reasonable.

"What a good wife!" Liu Yuanhui thought as he lay on a chair, drinking tea and waving a paper fan.

In the afternoon, kid Wang Ximeng came over clumsily holding a bunch of scrolls.

Liu Yuanhui stood up quickly when he saw it.

"Brother Yuanhui, help me look at the painting." Wang Ximeng said.

Liu Yuanhui helped put the paintings on the table and said: "No need to estimate! One tael for black and white, five taels for color!"

"I don't draw in black and white!" Wang Ximeng said.

"Hahaha, that's all five taels!" Liu Yuanhui said.

Not long after Wang Ximeng left with a large amount of money, when the calligraphy and painting appreciation meeting was about to end, a dull-looking man in tattered clothes walked in.

"Hey? Isn't this the idiot I met in Huayuan Pavilion that time?" Cheng Yutang said.

Liu Yuanhui also remembered that when he left Huayuan Pavilion last time, this man was motionless there. He deliberately stepped forward to exchange a few words, but he was in a hurry and didn't have time.

Liu Yuanhui was quite happy to see him come this time and asked, "What's your name, brother?"

The other party said blankly: "Zhang Zeduan, then... that... you can give a valuation for the painting, right?"

Opposite, the teacup Liu Yuanhui was holding fell.

Zhang Zeduan? !

This person turned out to be Zhang Zeduan, who painted the masterpiece "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" that has been passed down forever! !

Liu Yuanhui reacted and immediately walked up and brought Zhang Zeduan to the chair.

"Yes, yes! I wonder what works you brought here."

Liu Yuanhui said as he handed over a cup of tea, his hands actually trembled a little.

Cheng Yutang was surprised why Liu Yuanhui was so respectful to this person.

"I only have one painting, and it took me a year to complete it. The painting is a bit long, and your table is not enough." Zhang Zeduan said.

Liu Yuanhui cleared the table in an instant and said, "Just unfold it half way!"

Zhang Zeduan slowly took out the scroll in his arms and slowly unfolded it on the table.

Liu Yuanhui felt his heartbeat speed up and kept swallowing his saliva.