I don't flirt anymore

After Xiao Yu returned to City B, he went to Brother Zhang from Panjiayuan to sell the few antiques he had collected in City K.

Brother Zhang estimated the value of Xiao Yu at 4000 million after seeing those antiques.

Greatly exceeded Xiao Yu's expectations.

"Why so many?"

Xiao Yu said something.

Although he was also happy to sell for a lot of money, since he knew how to make money, the money has become a set of numbers for him, and his mood has not fluctuated.

Brother Zhang hugged the painting of flowers, birds and landscapes that Xiao Yu had collected at the beginning, and he was so happy that he said from ear to ear: "Little brother, you are really lucky. Do you know who painted this painting?"

Xiao Yu only knows how to watch Yin Qi and catch ghosts, but he really doesn't know anything about antiques.

Therefore, he blinked his eyes and asked directly: "Who drew it?"

How do you make Brother Zhang so beautiful? !

He thought that his most valuable thing would be the ancient imperial mirror of the Tang Dynasty.Of course, for that ancient mirror, Brother Zhang didn't lose money, he gave 1000 million.

It is also confirmed that it is indeed a royal product of the Tang Dynasty.

But it is not as valuable as this painting, which Brother Zhang directly gave 2000 million.

It almost scared Xiao Yu's jaw.

Just that painting? !It's not big...it doesn't even have a signature on it.

"This painting, if I'm not mistaken, should be from Song Huizong's hand." Brother Zhang hugged it like a baby.

Song Huizong's paintings? !

Xiao Yu was also excited.

He doesn't know about others, but Song Huizong, he knows a little bit.

Song Huizong is a master of calligraphy and painting.

"Song Huizong was born in 1082 and died in 1135. His name was Zhao Ji, the son of Song Shenzong Zhao Xu, and the eighth emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty. He has always enjoyed the reputation of "eternal painting emperor". Among the three or four hundred emperors in China's feudal history of more than 2000 years, Song Huizong is the most artistic and talented emperor, and only Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, can compete with him..."

As soon as Brother Zhang talked about antiques, he opened up the chatter box and talked endlessly.

"This painting, don't look at it's small size, and it doesn't have a signature, but I guess this painting should be drawn by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty when he was the prince.

of……"

What Brother Zhang said was amazing, but Xiao Yu still had misty eyes.

He felt that the painting was really good, the bird was chubby and fat.

Xiao Yu's words almost made Brother Zhang fall back in anger, and he settled the money directly to Xiao Yu, then kicked Xiao Yu out without even sending him off.

Xiao Yu looked at the extra zeros in the card in his hand and scratched his head, he really couldn't understand the obsession of these calligraphy and painting lovers when they met their idols.

He just got a suspected painting, and he was very happy like a new year. If one day he got him a real one, wouldn't he cry?

Xiao Yu watched Brother Zhang close the door relentlessly, and vowed in his heart that if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely get Brother Zhang an authentic piece from Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty.

snort!

Watch him cry!

Xiao Yu snorted, put his hands in his pockets and walked away gracefully.

He no longer has a place to live in City B, he always lives in hotels until he gets tired of living there.

Although the hotel is very clean and tidy, the service is also good.However, Xiao Yu just didn't like to stand in a hotel. He always felt that living in a hotel with his hands and feet bound was not comfortable at all, and his whole body was uncomfortable.

After rolling on the bed twice, Xiao Yu calculated the petty money in his card, which was almost [-] million.Hard work should be able to buy the villa, right? !Thinking of this in his head, Xiao Yu couldn't sit still.

He decided to go and see the villa.

Even if you really can't afford it, you can still see how much you are short of. Anyway, he is fine.

Just do it.

Turning on the hotel computer, Xiao Yu began to check which villas are for sale in City B.

Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.

There are quite a few.

Like Hongting, Zhao'an, Zhongrui, Langyue, Longhe, Begonia...

Looking at Xiao Yu's family, the red court is not good, the exteriors of the houses are all painted red, and they don't like it.Xiao Yu from Zhao’an likes it a little, but the yard is too small; Zhongrui’s has a long swimming pool, but Xiao Yu, who designed the house, doesn’t like it; satisfy;

It was Long He's, Xiao Yu liked it a little.

The ancient-style buildings, the row of white palace lanterns in the courtyard, the solid wood platform, and the banks full of flowers won Xiao Yu's heart.

Xiao Yu's eyes caught him, and his heart moved.

When you open it and look at the price, it only costs 9000 million to add up all the costs of each building.

Although the location is a little far away, but for Xiao Yu, a sorcerer with four ghosts and a drunkard, what is this distance?

It's just a few minutes away.

Even if you buy a sports car and go for a run, it is only about an hour away from the city.

For a jobless vagrant who does not work, the time is not intolerable.

The excited Xiao Yu immediately wrote down the address, left the hotel, took a taxi and went straight to the Longhe villa area.

It took Xiao Yu nearly [-] oceans to take a taxi from City B to Helong Villa.

Xiao Yu felt a little distressed.

I think I should buy a car.

If he really bought a villa, it would be fine at night, but he can't always take a taxi during the day, right? !

Just like that, Xiao Yu, who was sitting in the car, began to think about what kind of car he should buy, and whether he should set aside a room in the villa as his office.They didn't pay attention to the eyes of the driver who hesitated to speak when he heard Long He's villa.