In that somewhat messy study, Qin Wuming and Zhou Lao were both looking at Feng Qingyan, and at this moment, an old man appeared in his mind.

It's just that this figure disappeared when he was eighteen years old.

Only one sentence was left, don't look for it.

Of course, Feng Qingyan would definitely not listen to it, and he went to look for it, but there was no news at all.

Slowly, he was relieved.

At this time, he slowly started to speak, but they were all very ordinary things, and the grandfather in his eyes was indeed a very ordinary old man, in fact, there was nothing to say.

After a while, Qin Wuming asked, "Old Zhou, how much is this "Shrimp Play" worth?"

This is something Feng Qingyan cares about, and his eyes also turned to Zhou Lao, at this time, Zhou Lao looked at the shrimp play and groaned for a while, and said: "This shrimp play picture is the sincere work of the old man Qi, from that stroke, it can reflect the sincerity and hard work of the old man, and it is not an exagger......ation to say that it is the pinnacle of his old work."

"How much is that worth?"

Qin Wuming asked slightly nervously.

Zhou Lao continued to ponder, as if he was thinking, and said after a while: "It's worth at least two hundred million, if you let the auction house speculate, even if you get three or four hundred million, it's not impossible." However, this can only be done by people who really like it and are willing to bleed......"

"Three or four hundred million?"

Qin Wuming glared for a moment.

"In the past few years, the works of the old man Qi have been very popular, although there are many works left behind, but there are also several works that have been auctioned for more than 100 million. Four years ago, Old Man Qi's "Pine and Cypress Gaolitu" was auctioned for a high price of 420 million, and works such as "Ten Thousand Bamboo Mountain Residence" and "Songmei Magpie" also sold for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions. In my old man's opinion, this "Shrimp Play" is better than "Pine and Cypress Gaolitu", it is sincere......" Zhou Lao said lightly, but what he said was only a reference price, and it still needs to be tested by the market.

In fact, what authoritative appraisal master is slapped in the face is often commonplace.

At this time, even Feng Qingyan didn't expect that a picture thrown by his grandfather was worth at least 200 million.

"Qingyan, are you going to sell this painting?" Zhou Lao was a little surprised, Qin Wuming didn't say it before, he just asked him to help identify it.

Feng Qingyan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"If you really want to sell, my old man also knows a few rich collectors, and they are very enthusiastic about the works of the old man, and the price will not be low. Zhou Lao thought for a while and said, only to see him think for a moment and then said, "Qingyan, my old man may be influenced by the 'cyclamen', and his evaluation of this painting may be higher......"

"Old Zhou, you can't rob me. ”

Qin Wuming suddenly became anxious, and then said with a smile: "Old Zhou, you are an authoritative expert in the Palace Museum's calligraphy and painting museum, what you say is authority, you always say yes, then it must be." ”

"Hey, Xiao Qin, do you want to take over?" Zhou Lao was a little surprised.

"It's not me, it's my friend, and this friend of mine is very fond of Old Man Qi's work. Qin Wuming shook his head and said, then smiled bitterly, "How can I have this money? This is hundreds of millions, and I won't be sold yet." ”

"Qingyan, what do you think?" asked Zhou Lao.

"Let's show my nameless friend first. Feng Qingyan said in silence.

"Enough friends, but I can't fool you. Qin Wuming smiled, and then said to Zhou Lao: "Zhou Lao, if you don't mind, just invite your friends to come out and sit together, how about everyone watching?"

Zhou Lao smiled, and also understood Qin Wuming's intentions, but he didn't mind, and said, "It's okay, then now, how about it?"

"I don't have a problem, everything is according to Zhou Lao's meaning. Qin Wuming said with a smile.

"Then it's troublesome for Old Zhou. Feng Qingyan said.

"Then let's go, let's find a place to drink tea first. Zhou Lao said with a smile, and then carefully put away the "Shrimp Play", and then handed it to Feng Qingyan.

After a while, Zhou Lao got into their car, and then pointed the way to a quiet clubhouse.

Sitting in the clubhouse, drinking tea is naturally indispensable, so Feng Qingyan can't be idle, and he plays tea making kung fu. At this time, Qin Wuming walked out of the clubhouse, then took out the phone and dialed a number.

"Nameless, what's the matter?" said the other end of the line, in a very calm voice, probably in his early thirties.

"Didn't you say you wanted to find a painting to give to your uncle for his birthday?" Qin Wuming said with a smile.

"Hey, you have?"

The other side was slightly surprised.

"Old Man Qi's "Shrimp Play" has been asked to be seen by Old Man Zhou, and it is genuine. However, the price is not low. Qin Wuming said.

"Tell me about it. The other side said.

Qin Wuming talked about "Shrimp Play" in general.

"Wait a minute, what did you just say? Are you saying that this shrimp play picture was given to the 'cyclamen' by Old Man Qi?"

Qin Wuming was slightly surprised and asked, "Do you know 'cyclamen'?"

"I don't know. ”

The other side of the phone was very dry, and then said: "However, you have to help me hold this "Shrimp Play", and you must wait for me to arrive before they can make them bid." ”

His voice, slightly eager, repeated again: "Remember, be sure to delay until I arrive." ”

"This painting is important to you?"

Qin Wuming's brows furrowed, and he was also a little curious in his heart, asking, "Could it be related to 'cyclamen'?"

"You don't care about this, I'll rush over now. The voice said.

After Qin Wuming hung up the phone, he was a little curious, why the other party heard that it was a gift to the 'cyclamen', and his attitude immediately changed.

In this hour, several people with not simple identities came to the clubhouse one after another, all of whom were forty or fifty years old. These people were all invited by Zhou Lao by phone, and one Feng Qingyan still knows, who is the big boss of a listed company.

After a while, Qin Wuming's friend also arrived, a young man in his early thirties. He was dressed in a formal suit, exuding an aura of wealth and compelling wealth, which looked very extraordinary.

His eyes, in particular, were calm and steady.

At this time, Zhou Lao hung up "Shrimp Play" and asked them to watch it by themselves, while he was commenting and drinking tea.

About ten minutes later, the group also sat down to drink tea together.

After the tea was drunk, someone said, "Two hundred million." ”

"Two hundred and ten million. ”

"Two hundred and thirty million. ”

"Two hundred and forty million. ”

The few people called by Zhou Lao were slowly opening the price, and their expressions were not in a hurry.

And Qin Wuming's friend was quietly drinking tea, and his eyes fell on Feng Qingyan.

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