It's no wonder that Lao Jin is so excited with the former president, they have only seen the electronic version of this thing, but they have never seen the real thing!

During the war, many artifacts were lost, and a large part of the artifacts that survived fell into the hands of private collectors by chance.

Since it is a personal collection, there must be very few opportunities to display it.

The host said: "I am very grateful to the collector Mr. Liu, and it is because of his generosity that this precious calligraphy work can be seen to everyone. You can have a look, please give Mr. Liu a warm applause! It doesn't matter if you don't think you can see enough, Mr. Choi Seung-rok's "Self-Narrative Post" will also be displayed in the art museum for a month, and everyone is welcome to watch it! ”

The applause in the venue rang out, and on the judges' side, a Chinese man in a suit and leather shoes stood up and bowed to everyone, who should be the owner of this collection, Mr. Liu.

The audience, under the guidance of the staff, began to visit in an orderly manner. Several judges presented trophies to the winning entrants.

Yiyi held the trophy of the second prize and found Zhong Ming and Jiang Wanna.

"Yes, you, you really won the second prize." Jiang Wanna boasted.

Yiyi pouted: "What's this, I think I can win the first prize if I work hard." ”

Zhong Ming Yile: "It's a good thing to have ideals, you can't swell, at your level, it's good to win a second prize, you have to continue to work hard, you know?" ”

Yiyi was very unhappy: "What do you mean by 'just my level', what's wrong with my level!" The key is that if the first prize is won by a Chinese, it will be forgotten, it will be won by a Westerner, I am not convinced! ”

Jiang Wanna was very surprised: "Huh? The first prize won by Westerners? ”

"yes, it's the blonde kid." Yi Yi pointed over there.

Zhong Ming and Jiang Wanna looked at Yiyi's hand and saw the child holding the big trophy, who looked thirteen or fourteen years old, slightly older than Yiyi, with blond hair and a standard Western little boy.

It's no wonder that Yiyi was not convinced, losing to a Westerner in the calligraphy competition, and her character must have been very unhappy.

Zhong Ming smiled: "People in the West still learn calligraphy so well, it means that people have worked hard, you go back and continue to practice hard, and strive to win the first prize next time." ”

Yiyi pouted, obviously still unconvinced.

Jiang Wanna said: "Okay, let's go watch "Self-Narrative Post". ”

Several people followed the team and came to the side of "Self-description Post" to observe, and Lao Jin and President Qian were also watching.

The little boy who won the first prize before seemed to have come with his father, and he liked the little boy very much when he saw the little boy's appearance.

The boy's father, a tall Westerner, came up to Mr. Liu and said in English, "Hello Mr. Liu, my name is Macmillan. How much does this piece cost? I bought it. ”

Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment, and replied in English: "Private collections are not for sale." ”

The boy's father said, "Ten million." ”

Mr. Liu was stunned.

Do you really want to buy it?

Lao Jin frowned when he heard this.

What do you mean? This Westerner wants to buy "Autobiography"?

Mr. Liu didn't speak, and Macmillan said again: "15 million, or, you make a price, I'll consider it." My son loves this piece very much. ”

This time, Mr. Liu was really a little shaken.

He did collect some antiquities, but as long as the price of this thing was high, he would still consider it.

This "self-narrative post" is indeed an antiquity, but it is not too old, but it is only the work of a calligrapher before the war. According to the general auction transaction price, the transaction price of this "Self-Narrative Post" should be around eight or nine million. Considering Cui Chenglu's status and the fact that the self-description post he wrote has some special calligraphy value, it will be sold for 15 million.

However, looking at the meaning of this Westerner, can the price be increased even more?

He's a rich man!

Mr. Liu knows very well the value of this character, if the authentic handiwork of the "Self-Narrative Post" has been handed down, it is a priceless treasure, and it is not uncommon to sell it for hundreds of millions; If it is a high-imitation work copied by ancient calligraphers, it is not surprising that it sells for tens of millions or hundreds of millions; But this is only the work of a calligrapher in front of the station, and although it is rare, it is far from that extent.

If it can really be sold for more than 20 million, Mr. Liu will also be tempted.

Lao Jin was unhappy on the side: "Do you know calligraphy?" This is the artistic crystallization of all Chinese people, not measured by money! ”

Old Kim said it in Chinese, but Macmillan smiled, apparently understanding.

Then, in very skillful but slightly accented Chinese, Macmillan said: "Is this the artistic crystallization of all Chinese people?" No, no, no, it is Mr. Liu's personal belongings. Moreover, it is ridiculous to say that I don't know calligraphy, and my son has just won the first prize in this competition. ”

Lao Jin was stunned, it was true, this Westerner's son was the blonde boy who won the first prize.

Macmillan added: "If you think it is priceless, you can buy it at a higher price than I can and donate it to the Ming'an Art Museum, I am sure that Mr. Director will be very grateful for your generosity." ”

"You!" Lao Jin's face was a little red when he was suffocated, this one is angry!

President Qian also came and explained, "Sir, I wonder if you understand the value of this calligraphy in calligraphy? Huaisu's "Self-Narrative Post" is known as the world's first cursive script, but it is impossible to know what the original style is, in other words, this character is the closest existing work to the "Self-Narrative Post" in the world. Lao Jin is right, this painting really can't be measured by money. ”

Macmillan was solemn and nodded, "I see, thank you for the introduction." ”

Lao Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to say that this Westerner is quite reasonable.

As a result, Macmillan turned to Mr. Liu and said, "Well, 20 million, 5 million is for its artistic value." ”

"You ......" Lao Jin was so angry that he couldn't do it, this Westerner dared to make a bid!

Mr. Liu was really shaken this time, and looking at the meaning of this Westerner, if he added another four or five million, he could still add it!

"Mr. Liu, you can't sell this word!" Lao Jin frowned and said, "I have no opinion on the things of the Chinese people, you sell them to your own people, and it is absolutely not okay to sell them to Westerners!" ”

Macmillan smiled very disdainfully: "This gentleman, I don't know in what capacity you asked Mr. Liu not to sell this work?" ”

Lao Jin said: "I am a member of the Calligraphy Association, is it okay?" ”

Macmillan smiled: "OK, OK. But I think it highlights the incompetence of your calligraphy association, and if you really have real talent, then now I should be paying a lot of money for your work, instead of arguing with you about the price of this calligraphy. ”

President Qian pulled Lao Jin and shook his head slightly, meaning forget it.

No way, although he and Lao Jin both like this painting very much, but there is really nothing to do, now this painting is a personal item, if Mr. Liu really wants to sell it, what reason do the two of them have to stop it?

Lao Jin was angry enough, not that he had any prejudices against Westerners, but the point was that this Macmillan obviously had no attainments in calligraphy, but because his son was learning calligraphy, he had to buy it.

But this kind of monument, to put it bluntly, is a piece of paper, if it is placed in the hands of the Calligraphy Association, or the art museum, or even Mr. Liu, it will definitely be properly kept.

But how attentive will Macmillan be here? Not really. It may not be long before you get tired of watching it, so you will change hands and auction it.

In other words, Lao Jin didn't want this painting to fall into the hands of a layman and waste it.

Macmillan looked at Mr. Liu: "How is it, Mr. Liu, 20 million?" ”

Mr. Liu hesitated: "This painting will be exhibited in the art museum recently, so why don't we talk about it in detail later......

Lao Jin's face instantly darkened: "Mr. Liu! Do you really want to sell to foreigners? ”

Macmillan smiled: "If you don't want to sell it, then it's okay, it's better to ask this gentleman from the Calligraphy Association to also write a calligraphy of the same level, so that you can have the best of both worlds." ”

Lao Jin was so choked that he couldn't speak.

If I could write it, would I still be talking nonsense to you here?

The noise was not too loud, but it still caused a little commotion. The director of the art museum came over and said to Lao Jin: "Mr. Jin, I can understand your love for calligraphy. But it's a private deal......"

In fact, if Lao Jin didn't know about this, it would have passed. But to sell such a precious calligraphy work to a Westerner who doesn't know much about calligraphy in front of him is really difficult for him to accept.

Zhong Ming pricked up his ears and listened to the situation here.

What does it mean, it seems, that Macmillan is going to buy this calligraphy?

It can be seen that Lao Jin is really a hundred unhappy. In fact, this can also be understood, although there is no concept of country after the war, but the Chinese people and Chinese culture are still of the same root, Lao Jin of course does not want this work to fall into the hands of Westerners, not to mention Westerners who do not know much about calligraphy at all!

A work must be in the hands of people who really like it, so that it can play its greatest value.

Even Zhong Ming felt that this calligraphy should be kept by the Calligraphy Association, or put in an exhibition cabinet so that all Chinese people could enjoy it.

However, Zhong Ming also knew very well that this was a private transaction, and if he wanted to get his hands on the painting, there was no problem, as long as the price was higher than Macmillan's bid.

But the problem is that Macmillan's offer is 20 million.

Not to mention that Zhong Ming doesn't have this money now, even if he has, it is impossible to take it out and buy this calligraphy, he has been wronged in vain and cheapened this Mr. Liu.

Zhong Ming saw that although this Mr. Liu was a Chinese, he was obviously a dealer in cultural relics. At that time, I may have obtained this painting by chance, saying that I had collected it myself, but in fact, the other party's bid was a little higher, so I planned to sell it.

But the question is, who does he know about Macmillan? Can you treat this painting well after you buy it?

Seeing that the conversation here is about to end, depending on what Mr. Liu means, he wants to sell.

If it is really sold, it will be difficult to take it out of Macmillan's hands again.

Zhong Ming happened to come near this group of people and sighed: "Hey, there are people who are willing to spend 20 million to sell this kind of work, it's really stupid and has a lot of money, it seems that if you have money, you can't buy culture, you can't buy IQ." ”

Macmillan understood Chinese, and his face was black at that time.

This sentence is obviously a sarcasm of him!

Macmillan said coldly: "It's strange, I spend money to buy something I like, why are so many people coming to stop it?" You will say that this character is very valuable, and then you will say that it is not worth 20 million, please those of you who are here to make trouble, at least unify the statement first. ”

Lao Jin and Chairman Qian were also stunned for a moment, not knowing the intention of Zhong Ming's move.

Zhong Ming smiled: "Mr. Macmillan, I'm a straight-talking person, I'm sorry. But I listened to what you said before, I bought this painting because of your son? ”

Macmillan nodded: "That's right, my son likes it very much, as long as this calligraphy can improve some of his calligraphy skills, then I am willing to spend this money." ”

"Well, that's true. Mr. Macmillan, I understand your love for a son very well, but it seems to me that there are many problems with this lettering, although this is the work of Master Choi Seung-rok, but it was made by him in his early years. At that time, his artistic level had not yet reached the level that he had later, and when he wrote "Self-Narrative Post", his artistic value was naturally much worse. ”

Mr. Liu can't listen to it anymore, what do you mean, this is a derogatory collection of mine?

"It's a bunch of nonsense, what early and late years, does it matter? You've been talking here for a long time, but you can come up with the works of Master Cui Chenglu in his later years? Mr. Liu frowned, "This is the world's closest to the original version of the "Self-Narrative Post" master's real work, you say that it has a low artistic level, why don't you write one?" If you can write better than the master, I won't sell this painting and donate it to the Ming'an Art Museum! ”

Zhong Ming hurriedly said: "Don't, donate to the Calligraphy Association." ”

Mr. Liu was angry: "You...... Are you dreaming? ”

Macmillan also frowned, and said to the curator: "Can an unreasonable person drive out this unashamed person?" ”

Zhong Ming smiled: "I really dare to write, Mr. Liu, do you really dare to donate?" ”

Mr. Liu turned his face directly.

Lao Jin was overjoyed, and hurriedly stopped the director of the art museum: "Don't drive people!" I testify to him, he can really write! Quick, get ready for pen and ink! ”

The curator looked at Macmillan, and then at Old Kim.

He knew Lao Jin, and now that Lao Jin has spoken, of course he can't really drive Zhong Ming out.

Macmillan sneered: "OK, then let him write, I want to see what he can write." If this Oriental doesn't mind making a fool of himself in front of hundreds of people, I'd love to see it. ”

Lao Jin dragged Zhong Ming away from the crowd and came to an empty table.

In the previous competition, a lot of pens, inkstones, inkstones, paperweights, etc. were prepared, but there was no need to prepare anymore.

The only paper, the "Self-Narrative Post" is several meters long, and it has to be written in a special long scroll, which is also available in the art museum, and the staff quickly brought it over.

Lao Jin asked in a low voice, "Can you really write?" How sure are you? ”

Zhong Ming didn't speak, just picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

Then, move the pen like the wind, brush a little bit on the long scroll, and write down quickly!