The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen did not stay at Huijuan's shop for dinner. First, he felt that the matter was done and there was no need for him to stay here anymore. Staying here seemed like he had to continue to demand Huijuan's thanks, which was too boring.

Second, he thought that in the cafeteria of Sanbao Factory, Lao Fu and the others started making stir-fry on the first day today. He wanted to go and see how it turned out. If he had already started making it, he wanted to order two to see how it tasted.

Zhang Chen drove the car and turned to the small road to the factory. Before he reached the factory gate, his cell phone rang. Zhang Chen picked it up. It was Yao Fen. Yao Fen and Zhao Xin, one was going to Beijing and the other was going to Hong Kong to participate. At the two spring auctions held at the same time, Zhang Chen asked:

"Are you back?"

"Yes, Zhao Xin came last night, and I came back this morning." Yao Fen said.

"How is it going?"

Yao Fen did not answer how Zhang Chen was doing, but asked him: "Boss, do you have time now?"

"What's the matter?" Zhang Chen asked.

"We want to come over and report to you about the auction. We have bought all the works you asked for. However, this auction feels different from the past. There is a new trend that we want to report to you. Just a moment." Yao Fen said.

Zhang Chen said okay, I'm in Sanbao Factory, I'll come to the oil painting studio right away, by the way, you go next door and help me fry an egg fried rice, I haven't eaten lunch yet.

"Should I add more eggs and pickled vegetables?" Yao Fen said with a smile.

"Yes, you still understand me." Zhang Chen also smiled.

The road here was not wide, so it was a bit troublesome for the car to turn around. Zhang Chen simply drove the car and turned into the factory. He pressed down the window. When he passed by the door of Zhao Zhigang's office, he saw Zhao Zhigang sitting there. Zhang Chen yelled A voice: "Zhao Zhigang!"

When Zhao Zhigang heard Zhang Chen's shout, he stood up and ran out. He stood at the door and watched Zhang Chen's car enter the basketball court inside, then turned around and came out. Zhao Zhigang thought Zhang Chen would stop at the door of the office, but he didn't expect Zhang Chen to pass by him. When he passed by, he did not stop the car, but stretched out his hand and waved to him: "Bye!"

Zhao Zhigang froze there, watching Zhang Chen open the factory door and disappear. Zhao Zhigang cursed: "Crazy!"

He shook his head and walked back.

Zhang Chen looked in the rearview mirror and saw Zhao Zhigang standing there stupidly, his eyes chasing his car. Zhang Chen couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Chen drove all the way to Genshan Power Plant, parked the car at the entrance of the Lakeside Oil Painting Gallery, walked into the oil painting gallery, went up to the second floor, and went directly to Yao Fen's office. When he entered the door, he called: "Yao Fen, egg fried rice, I The egg fried rice is here, I’m starving to death.”

"What have you done to be so hungry?"

As Yao Fen said this, she pointed to the coffee table. Zhang Chen saw that there was a plate of egg fried rice and a bowl of seaweed soup on the coffee table.

"Going to do a good thing."

Zhang Chen sat down, took a bite of egg fried rice, and then said vaguely to Yao Fen, "I'll eat it, you tell me."

"Then I'll call Zhao Xin over."

Yao Fen said and walked out, and after a while, he walked back with Zhao Xin.

The two people stood opposite the coffee table and were about to say something when Zhang Chen shouted: "Sit down, sit down, you guys are standing like this and I can't even eat."

Yao Fen curled her lips and cursed: "Eating a bowl of egg fried rice is just such a gimmick."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Don't underestimate this bowl of egg fried rice. This is egg fried rice with eggs and pickled vegetables. It's delicious."

Yao Fen and Zhao Xin chuckled and sat down on the sofa next to them. Yao Fen asked, "Can we talk now?"

Zhang Chen said yes.

"This time, two of us went to an auction. Although we bought all the paintings you asked for according to the boss's wishes, the prices were higher than we expected. Moreover, we felt that domestic oil paintings The market has risen," Yao Fen said.

"How can you see it?" Zhang Chen asked.

"The prices have gone up." Zhao Xin said, "Boss, what you want are all contemporary oil painters, and the prices are not obvious. The prices of the works of old gentlemen are increasing rapidly. The one I went to had a painting by Lin Fengmian. The work, which is a sketch of thirty-eight by forty-two, fetched 1.8 million."

"So high?" Zhang Chen was surprised.

"Yes, at the one I went to, a painting by Pan Yuliang also sold for 1.52 million," Yao Fen said.

"Is this someone speculating?" Zhang Chen said.

"Of course there are people speculating, but the price is very real and there are a lot of bids. It doesn't look like there is collusion." Yao Fen said.

"At the event I held in Hong Kong, the people holding the placards all seemed to be domestic buyers," Zhao Xin said.

"Is it because dead painters are more expensive?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Including old gentlemen who are still alive, their works are now very expensive. An oil painting by Mr. Wu Guanzhong was sold for 1.23 million, and an oil painting by Mr. Wu Zuoren was sold for 1.05 million. I think Their two paintings are not as exciting as those in our collection." Zhao Xin said, "Especially the two paintings that Mr. Wu Guanzhong gave us, they can be said to be absolute masterpieces."

Zhang Chen nodded and said, in my personal opinion, Mr. Wu Zuoren's early paintings are indeed more beautiful than his later paintings.

"Also, I was in Beijing this time and communicated with their auction company. Their appraiser told me that for the works in our "Riverside Oil Painting Museum Collection (1)", boss, guess what, the appraisal they gave What's the price?" Yao Fen asked.

"Are those albums from the old National Art College?" Zhang Chen asked.

Yao Fen nodded: "Yes."

"Ten million?" Zhang Chen asked.

Yao Fen shook his head.

"Twenty million?"

Yao Fen still shook his head.

"How much is that?" Twenty million is not enough? Zhang Chen was curious.

Yao Fen looked at him and said, "Put down your chopsticks."

"What?" Zhang Chen was confused.

"I'm afraid you'll choke." Yao Fen said with a smile.

Zhang Chen waved his hand and said, "It's okay, don't choke. No matter what you say, you can't scare me. We are not selling anyway, and the price is meaningless to us."

"Okay, let me tell you, there are a total of 128 works in that album, and their estimated price is at least 130 million."

"Ah!" Zhang Chen and Yao Fen said you can't scare me, but in fact they were still scared. He shouted: "Are you kidding me? Who are the people you meet?"

"No kidding, they are all first-class appraisers. They said that if we wait until the autumn auction, the price will definitely be higher." Yao Fen said.

"But, how many of our collections are in that album?" Zhang Chen asked.

"It only accounts for one-eighth of our old man's portion." Zhao Xin said, "We have a total of 1,103 works by that group of painters, not counting sculptures."

Zhang Chen felt a little dizzy. He looked at the two of them, and both of them smiled at him. Zhang Chen said, "I'll go, that is to say..."

"In other words, the value of our collection of these works alone should be around one billion." Yao Fen continued, "Boss, do you think this egg fried rice is no longer fragrant and should be replaced with a Manchu-Han banquet?" "

Zhao Xin laughed.

Zhang Chen said: "No, no, I'll still eat my egg fried rice. Again, we don't sell it anyway, and the price is meaningless to us."

“But it’s meaningful to our oil painting gallery, and it’s meaningful to the audience.” Zhao Xin retorted, “This increases the value of our gallery, and it’s the same for the audience. Most of the audience, when they look at a painting, It still depends on how much he can sell. If a Picasso painting costs ten dollars a piece, no one will recognize him as a great painter. If his paintings are hung there, no one will probably look at them."

"Yes, it makes sense to exchange and exhibit with us. After all, the other party has to buy insurance for the exchanged works, and the exchanges are all equivalent. If we originally exchanged two works for one, now we will exchange one for each other. One picture is enough," Yao Fen said.

Zhang Chen nodded and felt that what they said made sense. Even for him, it was actually different. Your collection of works is worth ten million or one billion. Even if you don't sell it, the weight in your heart is still different. That is also very different. Although money is not the only criterion for measuring the value of a work, Zhao Xin is right. It is really an important criterion, especially now.

"By the way, what you said reminds me that the security measures of our oil painting museum must keep up with those of heroic children," Zhang Chen said.

Yao Fen smiled and said: "We have already made a plan, and I asked you to come and sign it."

Yao Fen stood up, walked to his desk, took a document on the table, walked back and handed it to Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen looked at it and saw that it was a document to strengthen the security measures of the entire oil painting gallery, especially the warehouse. Plan, the total cost of the plan is more than 1.8 million.

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "So much? You two didn't mean to trick me with those words, and then received kickbacks from this company, right?"

Yao Fen and Zhao Xin both nodded. Zhao Xin said, "Boss, what should I do? You discovered me."

Yao Fen shouted: "Oh, I will notify this company immediately and say the plan is invalid."

As Yao Fen spoke, she pretended to make a call. Zhang Chen said, "Okay, after the call is over, bring me the pen."

Yao Fen chuckled and didn't call. Instead, she brought a pen over and Zhang Chen signed the plan.

Zhao Xin asked Zhang Chen: "Boss, how many people have you spent the most time with?"

"I don't know." Zhang Chen shook his head, "Who is so boring? You want to be with money, and you can't eat money."

"Have you ever been with 10 million in cash?" Zhao Xin continued to ask.

Zhang Chen thought for a while and said, "No, who has so much cash? Mr. Liu and his friends sell houses for hundreds of millions a day. They only use credit cards and don't have much cash."

"Where is one million?" Zhao Xin asked reluctantly. Zhang Chen thought for a while and said, "It seems there is none."

"It's boring, then why do you need so much money?" Zhao Xin said, "I sometimes think about how enjoyable it would be if I could take a photo with Billionaire."

Zhang Chen and Yao Fen laughed, and Zhang Chen cursed, "You money addict, why don't you go to work in the banknote printing factory?"

Zhao Xin giggled, "I just wanted to take a photo and have fun, so that's not okay?"

"Okay." Zhang Chen said. He turned around and said to Yao Fen, "Give me a pen and paper."

Yao Fen brought over a pen and paper. Zhang Chen pushed away the empty plate in front of him, spread the paper on the coffee table, wrote the word "billion" with a pen, handed it to Zhao Xin and said:

"Take it, one billion. Not only can you take pictures, but you can also sleep with it." Zhang Chen asked, "Is it enough? If it's not enough, I will write another one. You can hug it left and right?"

Yao Fen and Zhao Xin fell down on the sofa with laughter.

When they stood up again, Zhang Chen asked Yao Fen: "Where are those paintings by Han Xin."

Yao Fen said: "I have bought it and it is now on the Pacific Ocean."

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