Lin Yuan didn't bother to participate in the argument between their uncle and nephew, and kept silent.

Bai Shaojie said: "Let's go, go early, and bring Lulu back early." ”

Lin Yuan glanced at the time, it was not yet eight o'clock in the evening, and there were still more than four hours before twelve o'clock in the middle of the night as required by the kidnappers.

I have a lot of time, but I don't know where to pay the money.

Lin Yuan and Bai Shaojie both got into Yang Hong's taxi, Lin Yuan sat in the passenger seat, and Bai Shaojie sat in the back seat, with a large travel bag full of cash in his hand.

The departure location, that is, the Qingqiu Meiyuan villa area, is in the western suburbs of Ming'an City.

But when they got on the road, they still headed west.

Lin Yuan couldn't help asking, "Where is the place to pay the money?" Or in another city? ”

Yang Hong replied: "No, it's in the service area on the highway, in the Ming'an West service area." ”

Sure enough, the taxi quickly got on the highway and turned around and headed north.

About ten minutes later, Lin Yuan saw the sign of the service area on the sign on the side of the road.

Yang Hong slowly slowed down and entered the service area.

There is only one lonely house in the huge open space, which is a supermarket, a restaurant, a restroom, etc.

The rest of the area is full of parking spaces.

After Yang Hong parked the car, he said to Bai Shaojie: "Second uncle, you can call them." ”

Bai Shaojie sighed, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the phone.

"It's me, I'm in the service area...... Yes, okay...... Got it. ”

After hanging up the phone, Yang Hong hurriedly asked, "What did they say?" ”

"They didn't expect us to come so quickly, let us wait for half an hour, and they said they would bring Lulu over in a while."

The three of them sat in a taxi, listening to the radio boredly, and Yang Hong couldn't help but feel a little upset.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Yang Hong got out of the car as he spoke.

Only Lin Yuan and Bai Shaojie were left in the car, and the atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward.

Lin Yuan wanted to find a random topic to talk about, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he didn't know what to call each other.

Mr. Bai? Uncle White?

None of them seem to fit well.

Teacher Bai?

This one is a little more reliable, but it seems a bit flattering.

Lin Yuan felt that it was better to ask generously.

"May I ask what I should call you?"

He turned his head from the co-pilot and looked at Bai Shaojie in the back row.

Bai Shaojie smiled politely and said, "I am the president of the Ming'an Calligraphy Association, and people in the circle generally call me President Bai. ”

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "President Bai, can I ask, how much can you buy for a painting that you usually write?" ”

Seeing Bai Shaojie's face change, Lin Yuan hurriedly added: "I don't mean anything else, it's just pure curiosity, because I have never been in contact with calligraphy before." ”

Bai Shaojie thought for a while before he explained seriously: "Actually, this is really hard to answer, because there is no fixed price at all. Some works are calculated according to how much money per square foot, some works are calculated according to how much money is the whole piece, some works can be auctioned at a sky-high price at auction, some are not cared for, and some works may have a bit of a gimmick, which is hyped by many people, and the price will be surprisingly high, so it is really difficult to generalize. ”

Lin Yuan smiled secretly in his heart, he was really a cultural person, and his words were rigorous.

I'm just curious to ask, and he actually said such a big set.

Lin Yuan took the opportunity to ask: "How cheap can it be, and how expensive can it be?" ”

Bai Shaojie seemed a little embarrassed when he heard this question, and said: "The one I wrote may only sell for tens of thousands of yuan if it is cheap, and the most expensive one will only sell for about one million." ”