The brothers were eating hot pot and chatting, when someone pushed open the door and walked in.

Bian Ruila opened the door of the main house and saw that it was the uncle who came.

As soon as the uncle arrived, the brothers all put down their chopsticks and stood honestly at the door waiting for the uncle to enter the house.

"Yo, what about your brother eating the pot?" the uncle stood at the door, sniffed, and then looked at the things on the table, so he was happy.

"Have you eaten?" asked Bian Rui.

Uncle waved his hand: "I'll go home to eat later, Xiaomei is back."

"Then you also eat two chopsticks before leaving, anyway, you will eat when you go back" Bian Seventeen's mouth was sweet.

Bian Rui hurriedly went to get a pair of chopsticks for the uncle, and the uncle was not polite, seeing that there were so many dishes on the table, the brother would definitely not be able to finish it, so he ate a few chopsticks at random.

Bian Rui knew that there must be something wrong with the uncle's coming. After the uncle ate a few chopsticks, he opened his mouth and asked, "Uncle, you are running to me in the heavy snow, I'm afraid something is wrong?"

The uncle smiled and said, "Naturally, something is wrong, I came to find you kid to make a fate!"

"Huayuan, looking for me?" Bian Rui laughed twice when he heard this, stretched out his hand and pointed at the tenth brother and said, "Uncle, you have found the wrong person, the tenth brother is here, I am poor now, and I am left with hair."

The tenth brother made money that was the number one in the village, and after graduation, he mixed in a large company, and worked until the middle level, I heard that it was more than 300,000 a month, which was more than Bian Rui's previous company as a boss.

"Don't make money! You kid is afraid of embarrassment!" the uncle also laughed.

Bian Shi said with a smile: "I can sponsor a little, but because I want to start a business, I can also sponsor 300,000 yuan to install heating in the houses of the old elders in the village."

The uncle smiled and said: "What kind of heating, if people don't freeze in winter, they are not energetic, that is, you young people are squeamish." You want to open a company, keep the money for your own use, and then you will give it when the company is ready."

"Uncle, what is your idea to beat Little Nineteen?" asked Bian Seventeen.

Before Bian Seventeen finished speaking, he found that the uncle was looking at the piano table next to him.

Seventeen was not happy at this time, and said in a loud voice: "Uncle, you have to talk about the first come, then come! You can't let Xiao Nineteen donate this piano, this piano is more valuable than you think!"

Zhu Tongqiang first stared at Bian Rui's bed, and then after seeing the photos of the guqin taken by Bian Seventeen, he didn't want the bed anymore, and he wanted the bed piano in Bian Rui's hand.

Bian Rui is not stupid, how could he sell the piano because of money, if Bian Rui wants money, he can sell the wood directly, the little boss who was looking for someone to open the material in front of him has made a few phone calls to ask Bian Rui if there is any material like last time, Bian Rui has not answered, how can he sell the piano.

"I don't want this piano, I know it's expensive, your friend is out of a million, I want Xiao Nineteen to make his own piano!" said the uncle.

After speaking, the uncle asked Bian Rui: "The school is going to make a special feature, think about it or let the children learn the guqin, now that the teacher has it, there is a shortage of piano, you have a lot of piano at home, you see that you can't donate some to the school, buy it, but the price can't be too high."

Bian Rui now understands that the uncle is ready to rob the piano he made.

"What price can you and the school give?" Bian Rui asked jokingly.

"Three hundred a piece, you can only give hard money!" the uncle stretched out three fingers.

Bian Seventeen said: "Uncle, you are robbing it openly, a handmade piano, where can you get three hundred on the market, at least four or five thousand yuan! Xiao Nineteen Although this piano is not very different in the market, but the effort is not only three hundred yuan, do you give three hundred worth of materials?"

"The school is poor!" said the uncle.

Bian Rui smiled and said: "Don't give money, I have made thirty-three pianos with the master since I was a child, I kept two beds, and donated the rest to the school!"

Bian Rui said that there is no shadow in the two beds, which is to cover up the unreasonable speed of the space violin. Bian Rui felt that he could use the good material with a few more slashing techniques.

"Really?" the uncle straightened up when he heard this.

He almost knocked over the table in such a sudden.

Bian Rui immediately stepped out and pressed the table: "Uncle, what are you excited about!"

"That's really great! With these thirty-one pianos, you can have a better music lesson, originally I imagined three or four children a piano, I didn't expect you to be really willing," the uncle said happily.

Bian Rui said with a smile: "There are also children of our Bian family in the school, anyway, these pianos are my first products, and the standard can only be said to be good in my opinion!

Bian Rui began to look a little like his ancestor, and he looked very lightly at the things he was not satisfied with, after the thirty or so beds of pianos were made, Bian Rui felt that his skills had reached a certain level, and he began to look at his early things a little too much.

Once a person drills into something, the requirements for this thing must be higher, and only in this way can he constantly improve his requirements, even to a kind of paranoia, which can play a skill to the peak. Now Bian Rui has such an image, he has time and does not worry about eating and drinking, and he has a great interest in one thing, such a person's thoughts are naturally stranger, and they are not very understood by normal people.

When Bian Seventeen heard this, he immediately said to Bian Rui: "Little Nineteen, can you also cut love with this Tang Qin, don't worry, if you think the price is not suitable, I will mention it to him again."

"Not for sale!" Bian Rui said.

"Tang Qin, Little Seventeen, you said that one is Tang Qin?" Bian Shi asked in surprise.

"Well, a bed of Tang Qin, if it weren't for Tang Qin, who would pay millions to buy it?" Bian Qiqi said.

Bian Shi couldn't sit still now, got up and came to the piano table to take a closer look, but he didn't play this, let alone an antique expert, that is, he watched a lively look, and after watching it for a long time, he felt that this piano was not good, and the paint on his body was peeling, and cracks were all over his body.

"Is this really Tang Qin?"

Bian Rui smiled: "My master said that it is Tang Qin, so there is a chance that it will be nine times out of ten."

Bian Shi said: "I'm going!

"So where do you want to hide it?" said Bian Rui with a smile.

Bian Seventeen said: "I said Xiao Nineteen, I think you might as well sell it, how real it is to exchange some money!"

"You scumbag! You want to sell good things for money, have you ever thought that once this thing is sold, you will never be able to buy it back?" said the uncle angrily.

Bian Shiche shrank his head when he heard this.

Bian Rui said: "Brother Seventeen, you tell Zhu Tongqiang that I don't sell this piano, this is the dowry I left to my daughter, and when my daughter gets married, this bed piano is a dowry, I don't care how much it is worth, anyway, it will be my daughter's in the future."

Bian Shi said: "Little Seventeen, don't play the idea of this qin, the price thief given by your friend is not sincere, do you know how much money a bed of Mingqin was sold for some time ago? A few hundred million, although it is said that the qin is the Song Hui sect system, Qianlong has collected, and it has a celebrity effect, but as long as this qin is really Tang Qin, it is at least around 10 million, what about you little million people who take people as fools?"

"Ten million?" the uncle took a breath.

"This piano is not worth so much!" Bian Rui smiled: "It's not famous, and it probably has nothing to do with the emperor, I think it's only three or two million, and the things auctioned are a lot of water......."

Bian Rui said this firstly to lower the temperature of this qin, the value of more than 10 million is too scary, and secondly, it is also to relieve the siege of Brother Seventeen, otherwise it will make Brother Seventeen look unauthentic.

Whether it is Bian Shi or Uncle is a human spirit, where do you not know what Bian Rui means.

If you want to talk about greed, everyone has it, but some people can correct their mentality, and some people will be lost in the face of greed, but fortunately, both Bian Shi and Uncle can control this mentality very well.

Bian Shi is because he has money, not to mention anything else, only that the money he has now taken out to invest in the company is more than 10 million, although tens of millions of things are shocked, but it is not worth his risk.

The uncle is old, for his age, more money and less money is just like that, no matter how much money there is, it is worth giving up the clan for it and giving up the prestige that he has saved for most of his life?

After eating two chopsticks, the uncle straightened up: "That's all I said about the qin, tomorrow I will let people come over to fetch the qin, I will go home, you brothers eat slowly."

As soon as Brother Bian Rui heard this, he immediately got up and sent the uncle out of the door, and then turned around and came back to continue eating the pot.

"Little Seventeen, you have less contact with that person, such a person is unreliable, maybe he will sell you at any time, listen to Brother Shi's words" Bian Shi persuaded the clan brother.

Bian Qiqi immediately nodded in response, and he didn't know if he listened to it or not, but his attitude was very good anyway.

Bian Shi didn't say much, the next topic of the brother shifted from the piano to business, Bian Shi is ready to invest in an electronics factory, there is technology and everything, and the funds are sufficient, anyway, Bian Shi is ready to roll up his sleeves and do a big job.

After eating, the brothers Bian Ten and Bian Seventeen left together, and Bian Rui began to clean up the table.

Before Bian Rui could clean up, he received a call from Brother Ten.

"Nineteen, you have to put away the qin, money is too moving, it doesn't mean that something will happen, Brother Tenth is afraid that some people will suddenly have a hot brain and do something uncontrollable!" Bian Shi said earnestly on the other end of the phone.

Bian Rui replied: "I know the tenth brother, I will take it well, and I will not show it to others again."

"That's good!" Bian Shi put down the phone after speaking.

Bian Rui put down the phone, looked at the piano on the piano table, shook his head with a wry smile, he was about to stroke a song, but now he was in no mood, so he put the piano back into the space, and he began to write.

Bian Rui likes Liu Gongquan's words, through these days of copying, speculation, and gradually have some of his own opinions, combined with other works, gradually Bian Rui's words have a little bit of their own meaning, the gesture is steep, the bone wind is solid, although it is still too far from Liu Gongquan, but gradually has its own style.

It's one thing to write well or not, it's another thing to have your own meaning, now Bian Rui's words are like this, he has his own little style, because he didn't think about being a master, he wrote only for his own satisfaction, and Bian Rui was also happy.

As for the painting, it was much worse, Bian Rui felt that he was a little off track by Tang Yin's goods, and he was full of energy when he painted the pictures of ladies, but once the ink landscape was immediately interested.

Fortunately, Bian Rui discovered this early, adjusted his mentality, and was ready to lean on the literati who pretended to be forced, so he couldn't be spoiled by Lao Tang's goods, went down the evil road, and painted something unsightly.