Chapter Ninety-Eight: Contradictions

Grandma Zhang"

Although Grandma Zhang didn't say it explicitly, Grandma Zhang's question and tone were enough to explain everything.

Zhang Xiaona asked urgently, but swallowed halfway through the words.

After all, if Grandma Zhang's painting is really worth 1 million, let yourself take it so casually, I'm afraid I won't agree to it

Especially when Grandma Zhang Huilan's family is particularly short of money now.

"Miss Zhao is really very sorry, if it is another situation, I will definitely give you this painting, after all, it is also a very important thing for me to be able to fulfill Zhao Juan's last wish, and to be able to complete the agreement with Zhao Juan and Bai Jinglan thirty years ago This is also something that makes me die without regrets, but now the situation is different, I can't sell the ancestral house for this agreement, I really can't do it!"

There is a way that loyalty and filial piety are difficult to achieve both, for the current grandmother Zhang Huilan, on the one hand is the last wish of her friends, and on the other side is her own grandson, I am afraid that normal people will make the same choice as her.

Zhao Xiaohui opened her mouth, swallowed all the words in her throat, nodded slightly, and her face was a little pale and bloodless.

"Zhao Xiaohui"

Zhang Xiaona came to Zhao Xiaohui's side, stretched out her hand, and patted her shoulder gently, what happened now was beyond their expectations.

But if they really want to snatch this painting, it is simply impossible, or they are willing to bid with the art dealer Zhao Fei and spend nearly a million dollars to buy this painting

But it's also something much more unrealistic.

"Wait, wait, Grandma Zhang, this painting was painted by you, you are willing to give it to us or sell it to this Mr. Zhao This is your freedom, but Grandma Zhang Huilan, I want you to make sure once again that this Mr. Zhao is really willing to sell it for 1 million?"

Cheng Yiping half-squinted his eyes, and suddenly spoke, focusing everyone's attention on himself, shrugged his shoulders and said

"Grandma Zhang Huilan, you also said just now that although you are a designer, you used to learn painting in high school and college, but you are not a painter, now there are a lot of people who learn to paint, but not everyone's paintings are valuable, even if they are some painters, their paintings can be sold for tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of dollars at most, which is already considered a high price, very good, millions of prices that only super celebrities can sell, Grandma Zhang, do you think your paintings can really be sold for more than 1 million?"

Cheng Yiping's words pierced into the heart of Zhang Huilan's grandmother in front of him like a sharp sword, not only that, but even if the emotional excitement on the side was like grasping the last straw, Zhao Gang and his parents Zhao Guo and Wu Juan were also stunned.

Perhaps they have thought about such a problem, but in the face of great temptation and the last straw, they reflexively ignore this problem.

Is a painting of his grandmother Zhang Huilan really worth 1 million?

"Haha, good question, really a good question, Mr. Cheng, I didn't expect your eloquence to be quite good"

Zhao Fei, an art businessman, shook his head gently, stretched out his hand to sort out his valuable brand-name clothes, and spoke

"Ms. Zhang and everyone, I told you, if your grandmother's painting is really not worth 1 million according to normal terms, or even 1,000 yuan, after all, your grandmother is not a celebrity or painter, but your grandmother's painting is part of Bai Jinglan's friendship painting, just by virtue of this, this painting is worth a lot of money, maybe it can't be sold for 1 million in other people's hands, but it can definitely be sold in my hands. ”

"That's right, Mr. Zhao, you also said it yourself, the reason why Ms. Zhang Huilan's painting can be worth 1 million is because of Ms. Bai Jinglan, after all, Ms. Bai Jinglan is a celebrity"

Listening to the words of the art businessman Zhao Fei in front of him, Cheng Yiping instantly understood.

Bai Jinglan is a professor in the University of Fine Arts, and she is quite famous in the art circle, her words are absolutely valuable, especially this painting that represents friendship, and there is a hidden story behind it, which can be said to add a lot of points to this painting.

Cheng Yiping's eyes narrowed slightly, raised his head, and said with a bright smile

"But the most critical point of this is that it must be merged with Ms. Bai Jinglan and Ms. Zhao Juan's paintings to become a painting called friendship, and the words in your hand are only 1/3, do you think you can sell for 1 million with this 1/3?"

Cheng Yiping turned his head as he spoke, showing a bright smile, and pointed his finger at Zhao Xiaohui

"The other two paintings are now in our hands, Zhao Xiaohui is Zhao Juan's granddaughter, Zhao Juan's painting Zhao Xiaohui naturally knows where it is, Ms. Bai Jinglan has given her painting, the girl under the waterfall to Zhao Xiaohui, in other words, two parts of the painting called friendship are in Zhao Xiaohui's hands, if we don't take it out, you only rely on this painting of Grandma Zhang Huilan, do you think you can sell it for 1 million?"

Do you think you can sell it for 1 million?

There is a way to beat a snake and hit seven inches, why is the art businessman Zhao Fei keeping an eye on it, and even the painting of Grandma Zhang Huilan, who is not famous, can bid 1 million?

That's because he likes the painting called friendship, not just the painting in the hand of Grandma Zhang Huilan.

As the art businessman Zhao Fei said, Zhang Huilan's grandmother's paintings are worthless without Ms. Bai Jinglan.

Art businessman Zhao Fei's face changed slightly, and he spoke

"I think you should sell me these two paintings, after all, this is to fulfill the last wish of this lady's grandmother, I believe that in order to fulfill the grandmother's last wish, Miss Zhao should agree."

"Yes, that's not necessarily, you also said that it was a will, since it is a will, when will you agree, I'm afraid this is a matter of opinion, maybe a year, maybe two years, maybe 10 years, maybe 100 years, who can know, but I don't know if you can afford to wait, Mr. Zhao!"

Cheng Yiping knows very well that if he wants to deal with these businessmen, it is useless to talk to them about feelings, and there is only one thing that can impress businessmen, and that is interests.

As long as things can make them unprofitable, the art merchant will retreat, after all, for the merchant everything is business!

Art businessman Zhao Fei's face became more and more ugly, he looked at Cheng Yiping coldly, and suddenly squeezed out a smile and said

"That's true, if that's the case, I really want to consider whether to buy this painting from Grandma Zhang Huilan."

As soon as the words of art businessman Zhao Fei fell, Zhao Xiaohui's face instantly became excited.

Could it be that Zhao Fei wants to give up buying paintings?

suddenly

saw Zhao Fei's painting edge change instantly.

"But I thought about it again, if I gave up, wouldn't it be equivalent to giving up this painting to you, and at the same time, on the other hand, as long as I hold this painting in my hands, you will never be able to make a painting of friendship, and in the same way, this Miss Zhao will never be able to fulfill her last wish. ”

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