I became a school beauty and top student by relying on the system

The next morning, Su Yinyin got up early to practice calligraphy and learn Japanese.

After breakfast, the doorbell of the Su family rang. Su Yinyin opened the door and saw Wang Feng standing outside with great interest.

After Wang Feng greeted Su's father and mother, he took Su Yinyin and got into his own car to go to Wang's house.

"Wait, I haven't bought the present yet."

Su Yinyin didn't expect to go to Wang's house so soon, and in such a hurry, she hadn't bought any gifts yet.

"Everything is ready for you!"

Wang Feng opened the trunk of the car, which was filled with gifts.

"Don't worry, these are all my parents' favorites. I've even taken my grandfather's preferences into consideration. I promise no one will say you're being rude."

Su Yinyin looked at the trunk full of gifts and asked in surprise:

"When did you prepare it? How come I didn't know?"

"I've been ready for a long time, waiting for you to nod and agree to go to our house.

I said, I will take care of your daily life. By the way, did you bring your calligraphy with you?"

Su Yinyin patted her schoolbag and said, "I've brought everything with me."

Wang Feng checked and made sure there was no problem, then took Su Yinyin and got into the car.

"Uncle Shen, thank you for your help."

After Wang Feng greeted the driver Uncle Shen, he began to tell Su Yinyin in detail about what happened when he met Mr. Qi yesterday.

"You mean, Mr. Qi saw the photo I sent you and said he wanted to collect my calligraphy for a high price?"

Su Yinyin couldn't believe it and asked again.

"It's incredible, right? I can't believe it either, but I know that Mr. Qi has a very sharp eye. Since he said your calligraphy has collection value, it must be worth it."

Wang Feng said very affirmatively.

With a nervous mood, Su Yinyin walked into the Wang family's old house. Old Qi and Grandpa Wang had been waiting in the living room drinking tea for a long time.

When he saw Wang Feng coming in with a little girl, Old Qi narrowed his eyes.

Well, she is not very old, but she has a very good temperament and you can tell at first glance that she is a resilient girl.

His eyes were big, and there was no other emotion in them except curiosity.

Well, calm and natural.

After just a quick glance, Mr. Qi developed a liking for the little girl.

"Come here, little girl." Old Qi waved his hand and asked Su Yinyin to come over.

Wang Feng took Su Yinyin to sit opposite Mr. Qi.

"I heard from the kid from the Wang family that you wrote all three pieces of calligraphy yesterday, is that right?"

Mr. Qi had a pleasant expression on his face, and Grandpa Wang was also cheering her on.

Su Yinyin relaxed and replied:

"Yes, Grandpa Qi, yesterday, Wang Feng and I went to the downtown museum and saw Zhao Ji's thin gold style calligraphy. I had some insights. So, I wrote three pieces of calligraphy in the evening. I'm sorry to make Grandpa Qi laugh."

As she spoke, Su Yinyin took out three pieces of calligraphy that were rolled up from her schoolbag.

Mr. Qi immediately took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, adjusted his reading glasses, and began to look carefully.

Carefully reading each word, Su Yinyin couldn't help but think:

[Is this word of mine really worth studying so carefully? ]

After a cup of tea, Mr. Qi finally raised his head from Su Yinyin's words.

Putting down the magnifying glass, Mr. Qi asked Su Yinyin:

"Little girl, how much do you plan to sell these three pieces of calligraphy for?"

"Um, this..."

"That depends on what Grandpa Qi thinks these three pieces of calligraphy are worth."

Wang Feng spoke first.

Elder Qi looked at Wang Feng with sharp eyes, then turned to look at Su Yinyin:

“To be honest, the little girl’s handwriting already has some of the charm of Zhao Ji. What’s rare is that there is a kind of spiritual energy between the lines.

People often say, "Those who imitate me will live, those who imitate me will die." What is rare about the word "little girl" is this unique temperament. "

"Well, Lao Qi, how much can you offer?"

Grandpa Wang couldn't stand his pretentiousness anymore, so he said bluntly:

"These two kids haven't seen much of the world. When it comes to calligraphy and painting, you're an expert, so you have the final say."

After hearing what his old friend said, Mr. Qi smiled and said no more:

"Little girl, I'll give you 300 million for these three pieces of calligraphy. Can you sell them to me?"

"Ah?" Su Yinyin couldn't believe her ears. The three pieces of calligraphy she casually wrote could actually be sold at a high price of one million each.

"Grandpa Qi, this is too little."

Wang Feng pretended to be dissatisfied.

Su Yinyin was so shocked that she hadn't come to her senses yet.

Seeing that Su Yinyin didn't nod for a long time, Mr. Qi thought that she was not satisfied with the price.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Then 600 million. 200 million per piece of calligraphy. That should be fine, right?"

Wang Feng saw that Qi Lao was in pain and took the opportunity to blackmail him again:

"Grandpa Qi, the words on that Heart Sutra are much more than the other two. You should just give me 800 million. It's an auspicious number!"

"Okay, deal!"

Mr. Qi immediately asked for Su Yinyin’s card number and transferred 800 million into it.

Fortunately, Su Yinyin had gone to the bank before and opened her own unlimited card.

Otherwise, the 1000 million from the previous odds and the 800 million from today's painting sales cannot be transferred in.

Su Yinyin was still in shock and hadn't recovered yet, but her appearance remained expressionless.

In Mr. Qi's opinion, the little girl has a clear mind and is not moved by external things.

Well, this is the temperament and character that an artist should have.

Mr. Qi accepted the calligraphy and began to use the Wang family's study to frame it.

Good calligraphy also needs good mounting to maximize its beauty and value.

He was confident that among his old friends, someone would definitely pay a high price for these three calligraphy works.

Wang Feng knew that Su Yinyin was still in a daze, so after saying hello to Grandpa Wang, he took Su Yinyin to the Wang family's garden.

After a while, Su Yinyin finally came to her senses:

"Wang Feng, did you hear that?"

Su Yinyin turned her head stiffly towards him:

"He, Grandpa Qi, spent eight million to buy three of my practice calligraphy pieces."

"Yes, Yanyan, that's right. Your calligraphy was bought by collectors for a total of 800 million. Your value has been recognized."

Knowing that Su Yinyin was a little shocked, Wang Feng gave her a tight hug.

“Oh my god, is this how you rich people play?

It's millions at any time. The key is that I'm not a celebrity. Isn't this really cheating Grandpa Qi?"

Wang Feng was amused by her silly words.

It’s not Su Yinyin’s fault. In her previous world, she had never thought that rich people could spend money like water on a painting.

Maybe, but it definitely won't be to her.

When she became the protagonist of the story, Su Yinyin couldn't help feeling a sense of unreality.

Seeing her dumbfounded, Wang Feng explained to her:

“All artworks have their own prices. It just depends on how each person estimates it.”

He paused and continued, "You think it's just your practice work and worthless, but others don't think so."

Afraid that Su Yinyin still couldn't understand, Wang Feng continued to give her an example:

"Like Van Gogh, he never thought that he would become a great representative of abstract art, and that a painting of his would be sold for tens of millions of yuan in the future. You have to know that when he was alive, he couldn't even afford to eat.

The fact is that someone is willing to pay that price because someone else thinks your work is worth it.”