"Long smell." Chen Xiaoyang stretched out his hand, his fingers slender.

"Hello." Jiang Yunuo stretched out his hand to shake hands with him, Chen Xiaoyang smiled at the corner of his mouth, but Jiang Yunuo seemed to see the meaning of meaning.

The relationship between Chen Xiaoyang and Leng Haoyu stands to reason that they should know themselves.

She followed Bai Yao far behind and followed the company step by step.

Bai Yaoyuan seems to be very familiar with Chen Xiaoyang, and the conversation and laughter are full of business contacts between the two people.

Jiang Yunuo always felt that Chen Xiaoyang was looking at herself, and she always felt that her back was a little cold, so she turned her head and simply didn't look at him.

She waited in the waiting area all afternoon before Bai Yao was far away.

Bai Yaoyuan rubbed his temples, very tired. Pushing open the door, I couldn't help but feel better when I saw Jiang Yunuo staring at the computer in a daze.

"Dinner." Bai Yao walked over and knocked her on the head.

"Oh." Jiang Yunuo picked up his coat and followed him out.

"Where to eat, and to eat Sichuan food?"

"Go, why don't you go. The food in the company is quite light. "Jiang Yunuo has a strong taste and likes to eat Sichuan food.

"I'll talk to the restaurant tomorrow and add a few more dishes you like." Bai Yaoyuan turned his head and reversed the car out of the garage.

"No, it's better to eat more light." Jiang Yunuo sighed in his heart, people are really handsome when they are handsome, and they will only be more handsome after a long time.

"Well, it's fine."

It is a Sichuan restaurant next to Y University, the taste is authentic, and the environment is also clean.

The waiter asked for their names and took them directly to the box on the second floor. The box lamp is two oil-paper flower umbrellas, and the walls are covered with shadow puppets.

Bai Yaoyuan poured a glass of water for Jiang Yunuo, and Jiang Yunuo hurriedly took it.

"How is the teacher lately?"

"It's not bad, the teacher has been compiling a textbook recently, and I've been helping him recently." Jiang Yunuo took a sip of water and asked again: "Senior, is there a seller in the company who sells Zhang Duan's paintings?" ”

"Zhang Duan?" Bai Yaoyuan thought for a while: "A birthday gift for the teacher? ”

"Yes, I heard that the teacher is going to have a big event this year."

"I'll help you ask."

"Thank you, senior."

"You're always more attentive than me, and this birthday present gave you a head start." Bai Yaoyuan unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, and gave them to Jiang Yunuo

I sandwiched a chopstick dish.

"The senior also wants to send Zhang Duan's paintings?"

"I wanted to send it and I was snatched away by you."

Early the next morning, Bai Yaoyuan handed her a contact information, Jiang Yunuo looked at him suspiciously, and Bai Yaoyuan said, "Zhang Duan's painting." He pulled out the chair next to Jiang Yunuo and sat down, and Jiang Yunuo made him a cup of coffee.

"What kind of person is it?"

"A middle-aged woman who has been coming to us for a while. Zhang Duan's painting is too cold, and no one is willing to take this order. Bai Yaoyuan took a sip of coffee and asked her with a smile: "You didn't feel sick to your stomach when you went back yesterday, right?" ”

"No, it's so fragile."

"I went back yesterday and remembered that your stomach is not very good, and I raised it for a long time in college."

"Got it."

Bai Yaoyuan's slender fingers rubbed the rim of the cup, the sun hit his high brow bones, and the picturesque eyebrows were full of brilliance.

He pushed his glasses and asked gently, "Shall I find someone to help you take this list, or will I go to exercise by myself?" ”

"I'll just go by myself, can I run this list today?"

"No problem, come on." Bai Yaoyuan stood up and patted her shoulder, "Call me if you have something." ”

"Okay."

After Bai Yao left, Lina came in and handed her a list of detailed information.

Jiang Yunuo took the order and followed the address to find it.

The address is the old town of Y City, and many houses are painted with big characters.

There were many and messy alleys, and Jiang Yunuo searched for a long time, and finally saw the seller in a low old-fashioned house. The seller was a mean-looking woman with a pointed face and thin lips, dressed in a neat black dress with her hair coiled. She basked in the sun at the doorway with her nails trimmed, looking out of place with the dilapidated house behind her.

Jiang Yunuo knocked on the iron door at the door, and the woman raised her eyebrows when she saw her come in.

Jiang Yunuo smiled and asked her to look at her work card.

The woman across from her pursed her lips and turned to the room to bring out a long box.

"This painting of mine, but my grandfather left it to me, is very precious. There are very few on the market, and if I wasn't in a hurry to use the money, I wouldn't be willing to sell it. The woman threw the painting into her arms, and Jiang Yunuo was so frightened that she hurriedly took it.

Didn't you just say that the last sentence is very precious, and this aunt threw it quite casually.

Jiang Yunuo carefully opened the painting, the painting is undoubtedly a painting of Zhang Duan, and the content of the painting is also a very representative work, but because the preservation is not very good, the paper is a little brittle, and the yellowing is serious.

"The painting is really true, the blank painting of the late Qing literati Zhang Duan, although there are not many posthumous works, it is an unpopular in the collection world." Jiang Yunuo put away the painting and asked her, "How much does the eldest sister want to sell it for?" ”

The woman rolled her eyes and said, "Fifty thousand." ”

"Eldest sister, it's not me who lowered the price for you, a painting auctioned by Gedor Auction House in 2015. It's much bigger than yours, and the scenery is even better, it's only twenty-five thousand. ”

"Impossible, don't think that if I'm not in your industry, you should Kuang me, this painting can also be said to be a painting of the late Qing Dynasty, and it shouldn't be so much money for the year." The seller seemed agitated and snatched the painting from her hand.

"You know, in the world of collecting, it's not about vintage. The same porcelain, the pastel of the Qing Dynasty is much more valuable than the porcelain of the Ming Dynasty. The collection mainly focuses on the achievements of the works and the representative figures. "Jiang Yu Nortonton," Zhang Duan's paintings are old, but he is not famous. The content of his paintings is not a hot topic in the collecting world, and few collectors of his paintings are willing to accept it, and even if they do, it is a small price. Besides, your paintings aren't very well preserved. ”

Jiang Yunuo said in a deep voice: "Eldest sister, I will also tell you the truth. If it weren't for my mentor researching this topic, I wouldn't want to start it, because even if I did, it would be difficult to get around. I want you to think about it. ”

The woman thought for a moment and said, "Thirty thousand." ”

Jiang Yunuo smiled: "Twenty thousand." ”

"Twenty thousand is too little. It's not enough for us to have an heirloom for so long. ”

"Then fifteen thousand, your price is not enough for me to run this trip."

"That's not for sale."

"Okay, I don't force it. But if you miss this opportunity, it will be a long time before you can wait for the next buyer. Jiang Yunuo picked up his bag and walked out of the door without saying a word.

"Alas, are you twenty-five elements?" The middle-aged woman chased after her, in fact, she knew in her heart that she had found many companies for this painting, and some companies were reluctant to accept the list, and directly said that there was no market for this painting, and no one was willing to buy it at all. She had this painting in her hands for several years, and no one wanted it. I wanted to use the reputation of MZ to find a buyer for herself, but she really came, but she wanted to raise the price, but the person who came was really hard-tempered.