The old man's eyes lit up, he had only seen this "gentleman's proud bamboo" in ancient paintings, and he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to see the real thing in this life.

"Young man, where did you get this painting?" The old man asked Lin Bufan excitedly.

Lin Bufan's mind turned and said, "The ancestors left." ”

"It seems that your ancestors are also cultural people, according to the records of "Baicaotang Literature", Zheng Banqiao's twelve gentlemen's bamboos are all sent by friends, and the old man can see the gentleman proudly in this life, and he will die without regrets." The old man's eyes glistened with tears, and his fingers gently touched the painting.

As soon as he saw this, Lin Bufan knew that this old man was a real person who loved painting.

"Sir, how much do you think this painting is worth?" Lin Bufan asked.

"Priceless."

"What you said is too exaggerated, Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" is worth 120 million US dollars, is it possible that this gentleman is proudly more expensive than "Sunflowers"?"

In '98, Christie's sold the tallest painting to date, which was Van Gogh's Sunflowers.

"Art has national boundaries and also looks at people, and in the eyes of the old man, this gentleman's proud bamboo is a priceless treasure." The old man suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Young man, is it possible that you want to sell it?" ”

Lin Bufan smiled and said, "If I want to sell, how much can I sell?" ”

"The old man is willing to buy it with all his savings."

"And how much savings do you have?"

The old man stared and flicked his fingers to calculate, "Counting bank deposits, collectibles, stocks, and real estate, I have a total of 200 million." ”

Lin Bufan was stunned.

This old man is worth 200 million?

In '98, 200 million was an astronomical amount.

This old man was a grain of sand in the crowd, inconspicuous, and I didn't expect to be so rich.

"Old man, I can't see it, you're still a rich man." Lin Bufan quipped.

"Before retiring, I was doing foreign trade, and I had some assets, if you really want to sell it, young man, it would be better to sell it to you." The old man said sincerely.

"Why do you like Zheng Banqiao's paintings so much, as far as I know, there are many painters in our country who are more famous than Zheng Banqiao, such as painting Saint Wu Daozi, such as Wang Xizhi's characters, and Zhang Zeduan, who painted the Qingming Riverside picture."

"You don't understand, the old man likes bamboo the most in his life, he would rather eat no meat than live without bamboo, bamboo is temperamental."

It can be seen that the old man is very fond of bamboo.

This work of art is so wonderful that people who don't like it don't want to spend a penny, and people who like it are willing to buy it even if they go bankrupt.

Lin Bufan thought for a while and said, "Let me think about it." ”

"Okay, this is my business card, the old man's name is Liang Qian."

Lin Bufan's business card said: "My name is Lin Bufan, the forest of the forest, born and extraordinary." ”

"Little Brother Lin, I remember your name, if you really want to sell it, please contact me." Liang Qian said sincerely.

Lin Bufan's eyes rolled and asked, "Elder Liang, you have been in the antique world for many years, right?" ”

"Well, my ancestors opened an antique shop, and I have been exposed to it since I was a child, so I have been in the antique world for more than 50 years."

"Oh, you must have a lot of connections in the antique world, right? I want to ask if I say that there are a batch of antique calligraphy and paintings, how can I quickly realize them? ”

"Well...... Liang Qian thought for a while and said, "The advantage of the auction house is the connections, but to extract commissions and pay taxes, it is better to trade privately, fair and just, without commissions and taxes." Brother Lin, is it possible that you want to sell a batch of calligraphy and painting antiques? If that's the case, the old decay can help you. ”

Lin Bufan touched his chin and looked at Liang Qian, after all, it was the first time they met, and he felt a little bottomless, but he didn't look like a traitor.

"To tell you the truth, I need money urgently, and I want to sell some paintings at home."

"Lao Yu opened a tea house in the east of the city, and every week there are like-minded friends to exchange antiques, all of them are some bosses with a foundation, and sometimes there will be a little to play in Beijing to communicate, I believe that Lao Yu will be able to help you."

"Well, if you can help me, I will give it to you proudly this gentleman." Lin Bufan said magnificently.

"For the old man?" Liang Qian was surprised as if a thunder exploded above his head.

"What? Don't want it? ”

"No, no, no, how can such a valuable thing be given to old age."

"Friends are more important than paintings, aren't Zheng Banqiao's twelve gentleman's bamboos for close friends!" Lin Bufan got up with a smile and said, "Then I'll contact you in a few days." ”

"Good, good." Liang Qian looked at Lin Bufan, who was leaving, and said in his heart: What a young man who is not simple.

Giving a priceless painting to someone else is unheard of in the entire calligraphy and painting world.

After returning to the rental house, Luo Xiaoxiao came to knock on the door.

"Hee-hee, I've got something to eat for you." Luo Xiaoxiao was wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of skinny jeans, and stood at the door with a bowl of braised pork with a smile.

"Come in."

After sitting down, Luo Xiaoxiao said angrily: "Where have you been all these days?" There was no one to be seen. ”

"I went out on a trip, and you had nothing to do, what happened? Go ahead. ”

"How can you be so smart? Are you the roundworm in my stomach? Luo Xiaoxiao laughed and patted Lin Bufan.

"I don't want to be a roundworm in your stomach." Lin Bufan looked disgusted.

"Here's the thing, Song Shenhui and they want to participate in the Good Song Competition, do you know the show Good Song? It's especially hot right now. ”

Lin Bufan said in his heart: I know that the voice is a popular talent show many years later.

"I haven't heard of a good song, I haven't watched TV for a long time." Lin Bufan said.

"Song Shenhui, they want you to guide them again, and ...... Can you write another song for them? ”

"Aren't there already two songs, "Old Boy" and "You Are My Eyes"?"

"The theme of this song competition is ancient rhyme, Song Shenhui has been so broken in the past few days that he can't write songs with ancient rhyme, and he doesn't even understand the word ancient rhyme."

More than ten years ago, the song competition would set a theme, and the hot summer program had a theme at that time.

"Okay, I know about this, I'll think about it for them."

Lin Bufan thought to himself, Song Shenhui is really not suitable for making music, music is really useless with love and diligence, it needs talent.

Lin Bufan thought of Zhou Jieba, when the variety show boss Wu Zongxian gave Zhou Jieba a chance, as long as he could write 20 songs a week, he would release an album, Zhou Jieba wrote 25 songs in retreat for a week, and after the album came out, it became popular, this is talent.

"Then I thank you for Song Shenhui, you are so good, what reward do you want?" Luo Xiaoxiao tilted her head and asked with a smile.

"I don't want a reward."

"Cut, how can you not want it, come, my sister will give you a kiss to reward you." Luo Xiaoxiao is pro-Lin Bufan.

"Don't make a fuss...... Lin Bufan resisted.

The next day, Lin Bufan came to the warehouse again, looked at the three boxes of treasures, and thought thoughtfully.

It's always a bit reassuring to keep your treasure in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

After thinking about it for a long time, Lin Bufan decided to buy a house first, put the treasure in the house, and sell it slowly.

Hangzhou is a very famous city in the hot summer, with the reputation of Suzhou and Hangzhou under the heaven, Hangzhou has a West Lake, the West Lake has ten scenes, the broken bridge and the remnant snow, the willow waves and the warbler.

A community called Liulang Xinyuan has just been built by the West Lake, with a house price of 5,000 square meters.

Lin Bufan came to the sales hall.

In the sales hall, there are molds of building units, and more than a dozen uniformed salesmen are explaining the real estate to customers.

Lin Bufan looked out, and from here he could see the beautiful West Lake.

Not only thought of a poem: If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate.

Lin Bufan strode to the mold and looked at the apartment type of the community.

In the eyes of Lin Bufan, there is really nothing outstanding about the house structure here, but this real estate will be very valuable in the future, because it is in the center of the city and close to the West Lake.

After standing for a while, no one took care of Lin Bufan.

Lin Bufan was strange, there were still two or three salespeople standing at the counter, why didn't anyone come to greet me?

"Hey, come here." Lin Bufan shouted impatiently.

Unexpectedly, those salesmen ignored Lin Bufan.

"You're not selling houses, are you?" Lin Bufan was annoyed.

A demonic young girl in a black uniform walked over, she walked up to Lin Bufan, looked at him disdainfully and said, "Little brother, we are not a hotel here, where is the door, let's go." ”

Lin Bufan was stunned, not knowing what this girl meant.

"Xiaolan, don't be like this." A young girl with short hair and a round face walked over, "This kid probably doesn't have money to eat, but it's just a meal, so why bother?" ”

These words made Lin Bufan even more confused.

"Hmph, we're not a welfare home here, so why do everyone come to eat."

"Forget it, what a poor boy." The round-faced girl walked up to Lin Bufan and handed Lin Bufan a meal ticket, "Little brother, you can only eat once, you can't come to us to eat next time." ”

Lin Bufan reacted at this time, if the customer who looked at the house arrived at the restaurant, the sales department would give a meal ticket for the customer to eat.

Holding the meal ticket, Lin Bufan couldn't cry or laugh, he didn't come to eat.

Seeing Lin Bufan's hesitation, the round face pulled him and said, "Let's go, my sister will take you to dinner." ”

Lin Bufan was wearing very old clothes, and the pull-back shoes under his feet were also very cheap, which caused a misunderstanding.