"One hundred thousand?"
Qin Yang's face was filled with shock. He murmured first, then raised his head and asked, "President Zheng, are you kidding me?"
Qin Yang was really confused. President Zheng looked shrewd and smart, and he didn't look like a fool. Was he treating himself like a fool?
"Who has time to joke with you?"
Chairman Zheng's face darkened and he said in a rough voice: "Why, one hundred thousand yuan is not enough for you?"
"President Zheng, this is not a matter of lack. Do you really not know the value of this ancient painting?"
Although Qin Yang didn't know how much this painting was worth, he was certain that the value of this third-level painting was definitely far higher than that of Liuhe Galloping Horses.
It's worth at least several million, right?
You, President Zheng, touched your upper lip to your lower lip and wanted to take this ancient painting as your own. How did you develop such a brain?
"Sister Qingge, come and tell President Zheng, how much is this painting worth?"
Qin Yang didn't want to show his cowardice. Such questions made people think that he must know the value of this ancient painting and just wanted to use other people's words to explain it.
Hearing this, Mu Qingge couldn't help curling her lips, but she couldn't stand the rude President Zheng even more, so she glanced at the master next to her.
"Ahem..."
After seeing her master nodding, Mu Qingge cleared her throat and heard her say: "More than a year ago, at a famous auction in France, a painting of 'Tiger Descending the Mountain' by Layman Liuru was sold for The sky-high price of 42 million!"
"If the picture in front of us...the picture of tigers roaring in the mountains and forests is confirmed to be an authentic work by Liu Ru, I think there will be people rushing to buy it for 20 to 30 million yuan."
Mu Qingge used a simple comparison here, and the information about the auction more than a year ago can be found online, allowing people to compare the two.
To be honest, the price Mu Qingge mentioned was a bit too conservative.
After all, there are too few works by Liuru laymen that have been circulated in the world, and many of them have been lost overseas.
Every time one of his works is released, it will definitely cause a sensation.
For such a masterpiece that is worth 20 to 30 million yuan, you, President Zheng, actually want to take it away for 100,000 yuan. Isn’t this going to make everyone laugh?
"President Zheng, did you hear that?"
Qin Yang nodded gratefully towards Mu Qingge, then turned his gaze back to Zheng Danqing's face, and the words he asked contained a trace of undisguised sarcasm.
"Young man, don't have everything to do with money. That would be too tacky."
However, Zheng Danqing still didn't know it. He heard him say: "Contributing to the country is the obligation of every Daxia citizen. Don't you know this?"
"Don't worry, as long as you donate this painting to the country, in addition to the 100,000 yuan compensation promised to you, there will also be an honorary certificate officially issued by our calligraphy and painting association, and your name will also be written on the charity list."
The more Zheng Danqing talks about it, the more natural it becomes, especially when it comes to certificates of honor and charity signatures, as if he is giving the other party a lot of face.
This may also be Zheng Danqing's unfailing method since he became the president, and it works very well most of the time.
Many literati have a good reputation and good face. If you can put your name in the calligraphy and painting association so that people can see your name as soon as you enter, it will undoubtedly be very face-saving.
In Zheng Danqing's opinion, the young man in front of him is young and should be easy to deal with.
If you say something nice and nice, maybe the other person will donate the painting in a daze?
"I'm sorry, I'm just vulgar and like money. I let President Zheng down."
However, under everyone's gaze, the young man spoke up.
The words that came out of his mouth were in stark contrast to what Zheng Danqing had just said.
"Well, if Chairman Zheng can get the country to pay three thousand...oh no, twenty-five million in compensation, then I will donate this painting to the country. How about that?"
Qin Yang changed the subject to this practical issue, which immediately made Zheng Danqing's face become extremely gloomy.
The other party was obviously trying to amuse him. How could a mere Chujiang City Calligraphy and Painting Association get a huge sum of 20 to 30 million?
Even the 100,000 yuan he just promised still needs to be scrapped here and there. After getting the painting, he can resell it and make up for the loss a hundred times.
And if he really wants to spend 20 to 30 million real money to buy this ancient painting, then why would Zheng Danqing talk so much nonsense? In the end, he just wants nothing more.
"Boy, are you going to toast me and get a penalty drink?"
Zheng Danqing's last trace of patience was wiped out. As the president, he must have a temper, so his words at this time were not as polite as before.
"What? President Zheng failed to persuade me to donate, so he still wants to rob me?"
Qin Yang sneered, walked behind the desk in a few steps, and pushed Zheng Danqing aside.
To be honest, he was really afraid that the old guy would get angry and accidentally damage his treasure painting, which was a big treasure worth 20 to 30 million yuan.
"you……"
Suddenly squeezed out of the distance by Qin Yang, Zheng Danqing suddenly became furious.
It's a pity that he is old and weak. If he really wants to go up and put it right, he may not be the opponent's opponent.
"Boy, do you really think that if you buy this painting, it will be yours?"
Since being soft is not enough, Zheng Danqing can only be hard-edged. He heard him say: "Such a precious ancient painting is being bought and sold at will. I think you are really legally illiterate who don't understand the law!"
"Oh? Then I would like to listen to President Zheng's advice."
Qin Yang gently tapped his finger on the ancient painting. He didn't care about Zheng Danqing's intentional threat. Instead, he asked casually and calmly.
Such an attitude made Wu Chengjing even look at him with admiration.
I was wondering about the origin of this young man named Qin.
"Okay, then let me tell you that Liuru layman's treasures have always been regarded as national treasures, and in our country in Daxia, the sale of national treasures is prohibited. Did you know?"
Zheng Danqing heard such rhetoric from somewhere, and said seriously: "So, your transaction this time was originally illegal, and now you still dare to say that this painting is yours?"
"I am the president of the Chujiang City Calligraphy and Painting Association. All matters related to calligraphy and painting in Chujiang City are decided by me!"
Zheng Danqing talked eloquently, then pointed to the ancient painting and said: "So I tell you, I will confiscate this painting now, and no one can have any objections!"
When President Zheng spoke several words in succession, the entire Jiyue Qingfeng store instantly became dead silent, as if one could clearly hear a pin dropping to the ground.
Where did this fucking weird thing come from?
How can this thing actually become the president?
(End of chapter)
