9:12 a.m., BJ Capital Airport.

Celtic Charles, head of Christie's auction house in China, is anxiously waiting for his plane.

"Mickey, you stupid bastard, if we lose this chance and get preempted by Sotheby's, I'll fire you!" Celtic scolded at his assistant.

"Uncle, when we received the information in the morning, it was only seven o'clock when the identification was completed, and I saw that you were afraid that you hadn't gotten up yet, so I didn't bother you. Kells' assistant Mitch said innocently.

Mickey was speechless, you don't go to work until nine o'clock every day, and last time I was scolded by you for calling you at half past seven in the morning, how dare you this time?

"Shut up, idiot, is this the same thing? Do you know what it means to have a work of art at this level? It means that our company has the possibility of auctioning the most expensive art, it means that our branch can beat the others, it means that I have the opportunity to go one step further and retire from the London headquarters!" Kells, who became more and more angry, sprayed Mickey with foaming at the mouth.

"I really want to open your head and take a look, you actually said that in order not to disturb my rest, if it weren't for the fact that I am your uncle, I would have put you out of work right now, idiot. Kells calmed down, paused and cursed.

Mickey hurriedly explained: "Uncle, it only takes an hour for us to fly from BJ to Jinling, and I have already arranged the vehicle after landing, Sotheby's is stationed in the magic capital, although they are close, the driving time will not be much faster than us." ”

"You'd better pray yes. Kells said with a sigh of rage.

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At this time, Lin Feng was contacting the housekeeping company to clean up, and the dormitory of the school where he had been living basically did not come here, so it was inevitable that there would be some dust.

Today he has made an appointment for the two auction houses to meet here, so he needs to clean up.

After the housekeeping company finished cleaning, Lin Feng returned to the study and carefully took out the oil painting in his backpack, but fortunately, the oil painting itself was framed.

There was originally a decorative landscape painting on the wall, Lin Feng took it down and carefully hung this oil painting, not allowing him to be careless, this painting is more expensive than his current net worth.

After admiring it for a while, Lin Feng returned to the desk boredly, spread the pen and ink he bought on the rice paper, and prepared to start writing calligraphy, which he had not written since he had become proficient in calligraphy.

In the past, he could also write some calligraphy, which can only be said to be average.

When he was young, Lin Feng spent every winter and summer vacation at his grandparents' house, Lin Feng's grandfather used to be a high school principal, and his temper was quite strict, Lin Feng was asked by his grandfather to practice calligraphy when he was young.

It's just that when she got older, Lin Feng was willing to go to her grandparents' house during the holidays, and the family was getting busier and busier, and her parents didn't have time to be awkward with her, so she was slowly abandoned.

Lin Feng had countless calligraphy knowledge in his mind, and with Lin Feng's current control of strength, of course, many calligraphy masters could imitate the characters.

Who's the one to choose?

After thinking for only a second, Lin Feng decided on the candidate, of course, the name that everyone would think of as long as calligraphy was mentioned——— calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi.

Wang Xizhi, as a sage of calligraphy, calligraphy, regular script, and cursive script, are all the best, and it can be said that there is no one before or since.

Lin Feng also spread out a large piece of rice paper with great interest and wrote a "Orchid Pavilion Preface", if there is someone who knows how to do it, he will definitely be surprised, this character is written in the same way as Wang Xizhi's.

It's just that Lin Feng also knows that he is here at most, and he can write a good poem, but it doesn't mean that he can create a good work.

Calligraphy is about mood and artistic conception. Mi Fu, who is also a book of everyone, once said in his later years: "There is nothing else to suit the mind, and the day is the same as the pen inkstone."

It is said that calligraphers pay attention to the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties, the indifferent state of mind, and the artistic conception of the heart to write good works.

Not to mention that Lin Feng is only in his twenties now, even those so-called modern calligraphers are all entertaining themselves and are just elegant.

The social climate has long since changed.

However, Lin Feng was not ready to be a famous calligrapher or anything.

Lin Feng began to practice his name in various fonts again, if you have experience in practicing characters, you will know that sometimes you will practice more and more devoted, and the more you practice, the more interested you become.

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Suddenly the phone rang and interrupted Lin Feng's immersion, and Lin Feng put down his pen and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Mr. Lin, hello, I'm the security guard Xiaosun at the bottom of the mountain, and there are a few people claiming to be Sotheby's who are looking for you. Led by a few foreigners. ”

"I see, bring them up. ”

After answering the phone, Lin Feng went downstairs and waited in the living room. After a while, the security guards came with a group of people, and there were more than a dozen people.

Lin Feng welcomed a few people in.

"Hello Mr. Lin, my name is Careda and I am the general manager of Sotheby's in China, and I hope we can have a good cooperation this time. The foreigner at the head stretched out his hand and shook hands with Lin Feng and introduced.

Lin Feng was a little surprised by the person in charge of Sotheby's, who spoke fluent Chinese, but then he was relieved.

Since he can be appointed as the head of China by such an international auction house, it is not surprising that he can speak Chinese.

"Hello, my name is Lin Feng, let's not say anything else, I'll take you to see the painting first, I believe you have all understood, I also informed Christie's, and we will talk together at that time." ”

Although he couldn't wait to talk about it directly, Lin Feng said so, so he had to prepare to take the three experts and Lin Feng upstairs to see the painting.

At this time, Lin Feng received a call from Xiao Sun again.

"Well, bring them up. ”

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng smiled apologetically at Karuida, the person in charge of Sotheby's, and said, "I'm sorry, Christie's people have also arrived, let's sit down and wait for a while." ”

A few moments later, a group of Christie's people were also ushered up.

Celtic Charles was welcomed into the villa by Lin Feng, and immediately saw his old rival Kareda also sitting on the sofa waiting with an awkward face, so he knew that they hadn't negotiated yet, but he didn't know where they were going.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, my name is Celtic Charles, and I am the head of Christie's. Celtic Charles introduced himself.

Celtic Charles didn't speak Chinese, and was just about to call for an assistant translator.

Lin Feng replied in English with a smile, "Hello, welcome to your arrival." ”

"Oh, Mr. Lin, your English is amazing, it's rare to hear such pure English in China. Celtic Charles was a little surprised, but then complimented.