He Ren still underestimated Xu Qingjie's perseverance and was so frustrated that he had no choice but to give him Monroe's signed photo. It was not the house that He Ren wanted to listen to Xu Qingjie's advice on.
"Two days ago, someone paid me off for a small villa, which is more than 100 square meters. It comes with a small yard. It has been decorated and can be moved in with just a bag. There is absolutely no problem with security."
As he said that, Xu Qingjie took out his mobile phone and showed He Ren the photos of the villa. It was a townhouse with three bedrooms and two living rooms. The decoration looked quite new, and it was really good. He Ren was a little tempted.
"Second-hand house?"
"It's not considered a second-hand house. The house was renovated and just after the smell was released, the person died." Seeing He Ren's expression, Xu Qingjie quickly explained, "The person died in a car accident, not in the house. He Since they owed me some money, my family mortgaged their house to me.”
He Ren's face looked a little better, "How much is it?"
"What else is there to say about our relationship? Including decoration, you can just give me four and a half million. Is that enough for a buddy?"
He Ren was shocked. The villa in Beijing was more than 100 square meters, with decoration, and it only cost 4.5 million?
But He Ren quickly reacted, "It won't be in Tongzhou, right?"
"How can you do that? It's fifty to sixty thousand in Tongzhou... It's on Quanhu West Road."
He Ren looked confused, "Where is that? How bad is it?"
Xu Qingjie raised his thumb and little finger together, and He Ren was not calm anymore, "Six rings?"
"outside!"
"Depend on!"
He Ren was almost kicked out by Xu Qingjie. He lived outside the Sixth Ring Road. How could he go to the company to broadcast live? Spending time on the road every day is enough for him...
"I'd rather rent a courtyard house. I like to be down-to-earth."
"I also own a courtyard..."
"Get out of here, I'm going to bed."
"okay."
Xu Qingjie followed his good deeds. Anyway, he already had Monroe's autographed photo. He didn't care about being scolded by He Ren. It was a pity that he didn't cheat him out of the villa...
Early the next morning, Mr. Zhao called and asked if He Ren had taken off.
He Ren was dumbfounded and explained for a long time that he would arrive after nine o'clock before calming Mr. Zhao down.
As a result, when He Ren took Zhang Nuo off the plane, he found Xie Baokun waiting for him at the airport.
"Brother Xie, why are you here?"
Xie Baokun laughed and said, "Mr. Zhao said you got a good painting. I couldn't help but come over and take a look. I'll gain some insights... Can you take a closer look first? What good thing is it?"
He Ren raised the brocade box in his hand and whispered, "I suspect it's Jing Hao."
"What?" Xie Baokun almost jumped up, and He Ren quickly covered his mouth. This is an airport, so crowded...
After getting on Xie Baokun's car, he couldn't wait to ask He Ren to open the painting and take a look. He Ren had no choice but to say, "Brother Xie, let's wait until we get to the place. There are still some damages to the silk paintings from more than a thousand years ago."
Xie Baokun secretly thought that he was dizzy and waved his hands repeatedly, "Then tell me how you got it?"
He Ren explained the process again, and Xie Baokun slapped his thigh in annoyance. He Ren asked and found out that Xie Baokun was also invited, but he had something important to do yesterday and couldn't leave, so he missed the painting.
He Ren opened his mouth and was embarrassed to say that even if Xie Baokun was at the scene, he probably wouldn't be able to tell the clues, and then He Ren would still miss it...
Soon the group arrived at Mr. Zhao's home, and Mr. Zhao was already waiting at the door with his disciples to welcome them.
He Ren quickly got out of the car and shook hands with Mr. Zhao. He unexpectedly found a young man standing next to Mr. Zhao, who looked familiar.
"Are you... Xiaohao?"
He Ren had a very good memory. He quickly searched his memory and remembered that this person was the student who came to catch them when he took the female anchor to visit the ghost market.
"Why are you here? Are you a relative of Mr. Zhao?"
"What relative? Apprentice! My closed disciple." Boss Zhao waved his hand, "Come in quickly and let me see the painting."
He Ren was confused. When did Xiao Hao become Mr. Zhao's disciple?
Zhang Nuo explained in a low voice on the side, "Last time Xiao Hao came to find you, and then you were taken to the bureau... Oh no, to help solve the case. Xiao Hao asked me for Mr. Zhao's contact information, He was interested in framing a line.”
He Ren glanced at Xiao Hao, who had a low eyebrow. He really didn't see any talent in Xiao Hao, but Mr. Zhao was able to keep Xiao Hao by his side, which proved that this kid did have a lot of skills.
The group of people arrived in the hall quickly. Zhao Lao had already arranged all the tools. He asked everyone to go out and guard. Only He Ren, Zhang Nuo and Xie Baokun were allowed to enter the room and closed the door.
Taking the brocade box from He Ren personally, Mr. Zhao carefully took out the paintings.
"Yes, it is indeed silk cloth from a thousand years ago."
He Ren didn't know how Mr. Zhao could tell, but with this kind of evaluation, at least they were closer in age, which could be considered as evidence.
Mr. Zhao carefully opened the painting slowly and slowly. When the entire scroll was displayed in front of everyone, Mr. Zhao and Xie Baokun were both stunned.
After a long while, Mr. Zhao pointed at the painting and was so excited that he was a little incoherent, "It looks like! It's so similar! It really... looks like Hong Guzi's handwriting."
Mr. Zhao and Xie Baokun also discovered Huang Gongwang's inscription and postscript. They read it silently twice, and He Ren expressed his guess. Xie Baokun was okay, and Mr. Zhao nodded repeatedly.
"It's possible, it's really possible that it's "Chushan Evening Autumn Picture". Xiao He, this is a major discovery. What are you going to do?"
Before He Ren could say anything, Xie Baokun said first, "Brother He, I am willing to pay 50 million. I wonder if you can part with me?"
Everyone was shocked, although if it was an authentic work by Jing Hao, this painting would be worth fifty million, or even nine figures.
But after all, there is no conclusive evidence yet. Xie Baokun really spent a lot of money, which made He Rendu a little tempted.
But he still refused. National treasures are hard to come by, and 50 million Ho Ren can still be earned. That package of letters can be sold for 10 to 20 million.
The most important thing is that He Ren is not short of money now and will definitely not take action easily.
Mr. Zhao suddenly said, "I have a few friends who work in museums... Instead of asking you to donate them, you can put them in the museum first and let them preserve them for you."
He Ren was startled, he knew Mr. Zhao had good intentions.
The so-called ordinary man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade. If anyone knew that He Ren had a piece of "Autumn Evening in Chushan Mountain" by Jing Hao, it would definitely cause endless trouble. Putting it in a museum would indeed reduce a lot of trouble.
But He Ren doesn't intend to do this. Money and silk are alluring, and museums are not monolithic. What if there is a mole? When the time comes, can He Ren still seek compensation from Mr. Zhao?
"I plan to collect it myself."
He Ren had already thought of a countermeasure, "Not many people know about this painting, only Mr. Zhao, Brother Xie, and Xiao Nuo. I think you two will definitely not spread the news, right?"
Mr. Zhao and Xie Baokun looked at each other and smiled bitterly. They didn't expect that looking at the paintings would lead to trouble...
