Yi Yang pointed directly to a painting pasted on the wall and said to Master Song that he wanted to take down the painting.

This incident came suddenly, and when he heard his words, not only Master Song, but even Bai Wenchao and Meng Haoran were taken aback.

Because none of them understand why Yi Yang said that, if he likes that painting and wants to collect it, I'm afraid no one will believe it, the reason is very simple, because it is not an art painting at all, but a very ordinary and very common picture, which is the most popular portrait of Chairman Mao in people's homes in the past.

That's right, it's just a portrait of Chairman Mao, and that painting looks old, it must have been posted there for a long time, and it has been many years.

"You, young man...... Do you really want this painting? Master Song asked sneeringly, thinking that his ear had misheard, or that the other party was joking with him.

No matter how old the portrait of Chairman Mao is, it is just an ordinary printed painting, except for keeping it as a souvenir, it has no appreciation and collection value.

For a professional antique collector, how can he be interested in the portrait of Chairman Mao that others have posted in his own home.

Therefore, Master Song thought that Yi Yang must have made a mistake.

"Yes, will you give it to me?" Yi Yang looked upright and said seriously, "Don't worry, I won't ask you for this thing in vain, you can make a price." ”

"Huh? Really? Master Song looked at Yi Yang incredulously, and when he heard the other party's firm words, he believed that he had heard correctly, the other party did have this strange request.

"It's not...... Brother Yi Yang, that's just a portrait of Chairman Mao. ”

Bai Wenchao, who was standing on the side, finally couldn't hold back, and said with a smile: "Like that kind of portrait, in the past, whether it was in the city or in the countryside, every household was pasted on the wall, right?" That thing is not collectible. What do you buy it for? ”

Just now he took a closer look, and found that the painting that Yi Yang was referring to was very ordinary, there was nothing special at all, like that kind of portrait, although it may be out of sale now, but if you want it, it is easy to receive it, you can have as much as you want, why bother to buy it from Master Song, it is undoubtedly a waste to do so.

"Hehe, I know." Yi Yang turned his head, smiled faintly at Bai Wenchao, and glanced at him, meaning that he should not ask, and tell him the reason later.

Bai Wenchao seemed to understand what he meant, so he didn't ask at the moment, but he still looked at Meng Haoran there, inexplicably.

"Master Song, I hope to give me that portrait of Chairman Mao."

Yi Yang turned his head again and said solemnly to Master Song: "I won't tell you, when I saw this painting, I felt very kind, because I used to have such a picture in my home, but then it was gone, and it is rare to see a well-preserved portrait of Chairman Mao like yours and with such an old painting, so I want to take it down and collect it." ”

He gave a reason, although he said it very simply, but Master Song and Bai Wenchao understood after hearing it, but they just said that it was so, that painting evoked his past memories and gave him a special feeling, so he suddenly came up with that idea.

"I see!" Master Song smiled and said, "I don't even know how long this painting has been pasted, but it was posted for a long time when my father was here, right?" ”

It can be seen that he has never paid attention to the painting of Chairman Mao, and it is estimated that his family has not paid much attention to it, but also, that kind of portrait is not an antique calligraphy and painting, who will be interested in its practical significance, in their eyes, it is just a portrait commemorating Chairman Mao, and it will be like that when you get used to it, what value will it be.

"yes, I know." Yi Yang nodded and said, "Master Song, then you say, how much is this portrait of Chairman Mao?" If you can, please let it go to me, I think it has the meaning of collecting. ”

"Young man, you're right, this painting may not seem like much to ordinary people, but in the eyes of a connoisseur like you, it's an antique painting!" Master Song nodded heavily and said, "Since you like it so much, then I'll give it to you, if you don't bring it up, then I won't consider it, because this is what my old father pasted, he has very, very much respect and admiration for Chairman Mao, if he is still alive, then no matter who wants it, he can't take it away." ”

"I can see what you mean." Yi Yang nodded thoughtfully.

From the other party's troubled words, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't say a word, just waiting for the other party's offer.

After a pause, Master Song really opened his mouth to quote and said, "Otherwise, you can give 10,000 yuan for the pair of bottles, and you don't want 10,000 for this painting, as long as you half of the price is 5,000?" ”

He's worth five thousand in one go!

As soon as this price was reported, Bai Wenchao and Meng Haoran's eyes widened.

"Five thousand?! It's a shame that this person can shout, isn't this a lion's big mouth?! Bai Wenchao thought secretly, he finally knew what it meant to "sit on the ground and start the price" today, he knew that Master Song was born greedy, but he didn't expect him to be so greedy.

If it were him, he would never consider it and leave immediately.

But Yi Yang's reaction was not big, he just smiled faintly, as if nothing happened.

"How's it going, young man?" Master Song stared at Yi Yang intently, obviously observing his words.

He asked.

Yi Yang didn't hesitate at all, nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'll give you five thousand." ”

He knew what kind of psychology Master Song was out of, and he finally met a buyer with a big deal today, how could he not slaughter it ruthlessly.

Although he knew that Master Song was slaughtering him, he didn't bargain at all, but readily agreed to the other party's request.

Because at this moment, no one except him knows that the portrait of Chairman Mao is extraordinary, and there may be a huge secret hidden behind it.

Compared to that astonishing secret, five thousand dollars is really nothing.

is the so-called "reluctant children can't trap wolves", not to mention that 5,000 yuan is just a drop in the bucket in the eyes of Yi Yang, who is now a multimillionaire, so why worry about it.

"Young man, you are such a cheerful person!" Seeing that Yi Yang agreed to his bid without any objection, Master Song couldn't help but laugh and was overjoyed.

He was still secretly glad that he had met a noble person today, and he had made so much money at once.

However, Bai Wenchao and Meng Haoran couldn't help frowning, there were many doubts in their eyes.

But they are "bystanders", since Yi Yang has decided, what else is there to say.

After negotiating with Master Song, Yi Yang took out another 5,000 yuan from his bag and handed it to Master Song.

"Alright, I'll tear the painting off for you." After getting the money, Master Song was very enthusiastic.

Yi Yang hurriedly shook his hand and said, "No, I'll do it myself." ”

"That's fine." Master Song nodded and said, since the other party wants to get it himself, it would be better, so as not to make any mistakes, and the other party will regret it when the time comes.

At that moment, Yi Yang didn't make a move immediately, but approached the wall and looked at it, as if he was thinking about something.

"Brother Yi Yang, what is the name of that painting?" Bai Wenchao suddenly walked over and asked in a low voice in his ear.

Bai Wenchao also thought of this, and felt that with Yi Yang's vision, he had no reason to pay 5,000 yuan to buy such an ordinary portrait, maybe that painting was not an ordinary portrait of Chairman Mao, but another mystery, but he couldn't see anything abnormal for a while.

Yi Yang smiled slightly and said, "Xiaochao, don't you see it?" Is this painting much larger than the portrait of Chairman Mao that we used to see? ”

"Perhaps, I don't remember very well." Bai Wenchao shook his head and said.

"But what's so strange about being bigger?" Then Bai Wenchao asked again.

"Hehe, you don't understand." Yi Yang smiled meaningfully.

Then he set up the stool, climbed up to the wall, and carefully tore the painting off.

In this process, Master Song didn't pay attention at all, and Bai Wenchao and Meng Haoran, who were standing below and watching, didn't see Yi Yang's action clearly due to the angle problem.

I saw that after he tore the painting off, he quickly rolled it up and jumped off the ground, his expression calm, as if nothing had happened.

After getting the painting, Yi Yang said goodbye to Master Song, and left the Song family with Bai Wenchao, of course, they didn't forget to bring the pair of folk kiln pastel bottles that Yi Yang had just bought from Master Song.

"Brother Yi, I'm sorry."

After walking out of the Song family, Meng Haoran said to Yi Yang with some apologies.

"What's wrong?" Yi Yang was shocked, "Why did you suddenly say such polite words?" ”

Meng Haoran replied: "Look, I disappointed you, I didn't see anything good, and I let you go in with so much money." ”

"No, you're actually helping me." Yi Yang smiled heartily, "Didn't I receive two things?" The pair of bottles and the painting are what I like, and for collectors, there is often no distinction between high and low, only the strength and weakness of liking Cheng dù. I love it, they're just good stuff! ”

"That's right, too." Meng Haoran nodded and said, listening to Yi Yang's explanation, Meng Haoran put his mind at ease and didn't think about anything more.

Later, they returned to Panjiayuan, and after a while, they went to have lunch.

In the afternoon, they continued to wander around Panjiayuan, although there was nothing special to discover, but Yi Yang finally became familiar with this huge antique market under the leadership of Bai Wenchao, and it was much more convenient to play later.

With such a large antique market, there is a lot of antique updates every day, and you may be able to come across something good next time you visit.

When he returned to the hotel in the evening and was about to rest, Yi Yang took out the portrait of Chairman Mao, and when he turned it over and unfolded it, his eyes suddenly lit up.