"Hey, Dad, Mr. Zhang said we want to sell those two paintings and asked you to give us a price."

"Zhang Yuan really doesn't hide anything at all."

"Yeah, I'm also surprised why Mr. Zhang is selling calligraphy today. He doesn't look like someone who is short of money."

"The sooner he sells it, the better. Can he sell it with five million Chinese coins?"

Zhu Hao's eyelids twitched. This was ten million Chinese coins thrown in.

He has no interest in things like calligraphy and painting, but if the music is good, he probably won't think the money is worth it.

When Zhu Hao heard the price given by his father, he compared it with five.

Zhang Yuan shook his head and shouted after seeing it.

"Uncle, you spent five million to buy these two paintings. When someone asks how much a painting costs, how will you answer?"

Zhu Ming heard everything clearly on the other end of the phone.

He really didn't expect this detail. Young people no longer use two hundred and fifty to describe people, but people of the older generation are still a little sensitive to this number.

Zhu Ming even imagined that after buying the calligraphy, he would send it to Mr. Qu.

Mr. Qu asked him how much he spent?

He replied 2.5 million.

Mr. Qu probably could have torn up the calligraphy on the spot. Who are you scolding?

"Tell Zhang Yuan that six million cannot be more."

Zhu Hao gave another six.

"Uncle, this is boring. I will upload the video to the Internet later and hold the entire online auction.

There is also a clip of your uncle grinding in the video. I think if you don’t take these two pictures back then, you may not be able to hold your head high in the collecting world for a while.”

"Zhu Hao, did Zhang Yuan record a video?"

"Geng Haolu's."

"A bunch of rip-off little bastards. All of your equipment was bought with my money. The equipment that I couldn't buy with money was all brought back from overseas using my personal connections. Now you little bastards are cheating me like this?"

"Dad, you are my only father, and Geng Hao is not your son."

"Damn it, you ask Zhang Yuan to put it up for auction, let's see how much money he can get for it!"

Zhu Hao listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone with a confused look on his face.

"Zhu Hao, your dad is really an old fox."

Zhang Yuan was also convinced. He really shouldn't threaten Zhu Ming.

Zhu Ming probably had this outcome in mind.

Buying these two calligraphy pieces secretly will definitely not be as effective as buying these two pieces of calligraphy at auction.

In fact, Zhang Yuan only guessed one level of Zhu Ming's meaning, and there was a deeper meaning that Zhang Yuan did not guess.

Zhu Ming feels that Zhang Yuan's influence is limited to the entertainment industry. Does anyone in the entertainment industry know these big shots?

I dare not say 100%, 90% is not possible.

Even if Zhang Yuan posts a video and holds an online auction, very few people in the collector circle will know about it.

Moreover, Mr. Qu and Mr. Sun may only need software such as vx to contact their daily friends.

Zhu Ming was sure that he could acquire these two characters at an extremely low price, even if the price would be less than one million Chinese coins.

Zhang Yuan directly became Zhu Ming's tool to close the relationship with several literary figures.

However, this matter can only be done by Zhang Yuan. Even if he auctions these two paintings, Mr. Qu and Mr. Sun will not have much disagreement.

As a genius, it is definitely normal to receive some preferential treatment.

"Zhu Hao, ask Geng Hao to send me the video. What is the process for an online auction?"

"I'm not sure about this. Brother Yuan, look at the software that sells things. They mainly sell second-hand products.

But Brother Yuan, you won’t be able to sell it for much money at auction like this.”

"Why?"

"Do you think your fans know these two old men? Even if they do, they will spend more money than my dad to buy their words?

If it was written by you, it might be sold for a good price. If the words written by the two old men are put up for auction, who will buy it?

Have you ever seen living calligraphers and painters selling their works for sky-high prices?"

Zhu Hao thought he was helping his father, but in fact he was tricking his father to death.

A son is the one who understands his father. Zhu Hao made a reverse move and Zhang Yuan immediately changed his mind.

"Senior, do you know anyone who has a collection circle?

It would be best if you are in the Kyoto collection circle, and it would be even better if you are a disciple of Mr. Qu and Mr. Sun."

"Brother Yuan, can't you just sell it directly to my dad after you put in so much effort?"

Zhu Hao's left eyelid kept twitching, and he felt like he was really going to be beaten by his father when he went back.

Normally this is not how scripts are written.

"What did your dad yell at just now? He yelled at you, but you are my employee.

If your biological father doesn't love you, then your godfather will."

"???"

Zhu Hao looked at Zhang Yuan and his eyes widened.

Zhang Yuan chuckled.

"Daddy, I love you!

I haven’t finished speaking yet, why are you so excited?”

"I do not recognize!"

Zhu Hao simply rejected Zhang Yuan. In this position, he supported his father.

"You are as petty as your father!

Dad will find his own way, mmp!"

Zhang Yuan is a real dog, he will not recognize people if he turns against him.

"Fortunately, I saved Mr. Wang's phone number yesterday, otherwise there would really be nothing we can do now."

Networking has always been Zhang Yuan's biggest problem. Huo Wenxi, who is from Hong Kong Island, has a network of contacts in Kyoto, but it is in the entertainment industry.

There are people in the entertainment industry who collect, but they don't know how to collect calligraphy works that actually have no collection value.

Neither Qu Lao nor Sun Lao are famous calligraphers. Their accomplishments are in literature, such as ancient poetry. Their attainments in poetry and painting are only high-level, not perfect.

In front of Zhu Hao, Zhang Yuan dialed Mr. Wang's phone number.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, I'm Xiao Zhang."

Zhu Hao was almost furious. Is this a human? This is a dog!

"Why does Zhang Xiaoyou have time to call me, an old man?"

Mr. Wang was also surprised. He felt that his four old men had caused Zhang Yuan a lot of trouble yesterday.

"Nothing, I just saw the calligraphy works of Mr. Qu and Mr. Sun yesterday, and I couldn't sleep all night.

The more I look at them, the more I feel that these two glyphs have the same spirit and spirit, and they have a unique character. It would be too selfish of me to keep them in my hands.

So I thought..."

Zhang Yuan drew a long note and asked Mr. Wang to imagine for himself.

"Do you want to put it on display or do something else?"

"I don't have an exhibition hall. I plan to put it directly online for auction so that more people can see it."

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

"Mr. Wang, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Your body doesn't look very good either."

"I, I'm fine, do you really want to sell those two words?"

"Mr. Wang, you are talking about me as one of those profiteers who smell like copper. My main purpose must be to show the calligraphy of Mr. Qu and Mr. Sun to netizens."

Profiteer? Zhu Hao felt that his father had been shot again inexplicably.

"You can do whatever you want with the things I gave you."

"I will hold the auction at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I will also post the auction platform on Weibo. Then you old gentlemen will have to take a look."

"Dudududu..."

"Hang up the phone now, this old man is too impersonal."
Chapter completed!