Sir, don't be too expensive, the rice paper in this painting is unique to our Rong Bao Zhai, and even the ink on it is the best ink in China."

"Look at this painted mountain again, what a sense of meaning, it must look good when hung in the house."

The thin male salesman praised Li Keran's landscape painting vigorously.

finally met a foreign guest, but he had to slaughter a lot.

It would be best if you could sell one more piece, and if you could complete this month's foreign exchange task.

"Is it the real thing?"

"It must be genuine, sir, we are a state-owned unit, and the paintings we have here are all received from the painter himself, and even the payment slip is available, you can buy it with confidence."

The salesman swore that there was no need to cheat, it was not enough to cost.

"And what is your purchase price?"

"Well, we can't reveal that."

The salesman's face froze, he glanced at He Xiao, and felt that this person didn't look like he was here to buy paintings?

"That's right."

He Xiao was stunned for a while before he came to his senses.

Also, in this era, people have just eaten enough, how can they have the leisure to buy paintings, and it is normal to be cheaper.

Not......

In fact, it's not cheap, a two-foot painting costs forty-eight, which is worth a month's salary for an ordinary worker according to RMB, not to mention foreign exchange coupons.

"I want this one."

"Okay, I'll wrap it up for you."

The salesman smiled, he reached out and took off the painting, and rolled it up.

He Xiao took a step to the right, and looked at the wall again, he came here this time for a big purchase, and one or two paintings could not satisfy him.

"It's so small."

There is this painting hanging on the wall, which is still Li Keran, but it is a little smaller than the landscape painting just now.

A little dissatisfied, He Xiao shook his head, crossed this one, and moved another step.

"Akie Fishing...... Zhang Daqian?"

Looking at the name written on it, He Xiao was stunned, this painting is twice as big as the one Li Keran just now, the key is the name on it.

Zhang Daqian, this person is so famous, he remembers as if he had learned it in textbooks.

This is a master of Chinese painting, he hurriedly called the salesman.

"Is this Zhang Daqian's real handiwork?"

The salesman nodded hurriedly, "Sir, don't worry, our store is full of genuine works."

"How much?"

"This one is four feet wide, and the price will be a little higher, one hundred and ninety-five."

"I want it."

He Xiao pursed his lips, and suddenly felt that there was something terrifying than the appreciation of a house, and that was these modern paintings.

It won't take long, and in another seven or eight years, the price of these paintings will rise.

It doesn't matter if it's hype or not, it's not a loss to buy it anyway.

After a moment's pause, he looked at the next one.

"Shrimp?"

Yes, He Xiao didn't need to look at the money, he saw the shrimp painted on it, and he knew who the author was.

Oh, what about his heart, so many famous paintings are here, it's really like picking cabbage.

"Comrade, I want this too."

"You really have an eye, this is a shrimp painted by Mr. Qi Baishi, and this painting costs two hundred and sixty-five."

He Xiao waved his hand, he didn't care at all, let alone two hundred, he would buy one thousand.

This is a really good thing, he remembers that in the Chinese textbooks, there are shrimp painted by Qi Baishi, and he will definitely not suffer a loss if he buys it.

Taking a step to the right, he looked again, and saw a galloping horse on the painting hanging on the wall.

Yes, this is another painting that you can know the author just by looking at it.

Oops, this Marco is too famous, just like Qi Baishi's shrimp.

He remembered that on the cover of a Chinese textbook, it was painted by Xu Beihong

Diagram of a horse.

"I want this one too."

Seeing so many celebrity paintings, He Xiao was a little numb, and after finishing speaking, he picked them up one by one.

"I want this one."

"Wrap this one up for me, too."

"And this one."

……

Ordinary paintings can't get into his eyes now, he specially picks Bai Shi, Xu Beihong and Zhang Daqian.

If the size is small, he doesn't want it, so he picks the big size.

The thin salesman followed behind, a little too busy, so he hurriedly went inside again and called a salesman out.

The two salesmen were overjoyed with the painting.

Today, it can be regarded as a big injustice, just this person, their foreign exchange task this month is enough.

"Hey, He Xiao, why are you buying so much?"

Han Chunming held the box, a little unbearable, he hurriedly walked over and pulled He Xiao.

"Chunming, these are all good things, you won't lose if you buy them, do you want to buy some too?"

He Xiao is sincere.

Now for 200 yuan, buy a large-size Qi Baishi painting, and it will be worth at least 20 million in the future, which will increase by 100,000 times.

He also said that in the future, if this painting is taken to Xiangjiang now, it will definitely be sold for 2,000 Hong Kong dollars.

What are you hesitating about? Anyway, you can't lose money if you buy it.

"You ......"

Han Chunming's head was full of black lines, and he didn't know what He Xiao was crazy about.

Glancing at the two salesmen next to him, he whispered, "The price here is expensive, if you really like it, you can buy it at this price outside, and you don't need to use foreign exchange coupons."

The two salesmen who were busy next to them were immediately unhappy after hearing this.

"Comrade, we are a state-owned unit here, and the paintings we sell are all real paintings, all of which are collected from painters, and the stalls outside don't know who painted them, can this compare with the ones in our shop?"

The thin salesman walked up to He Xiao, pointed to a painting on the north wall and said:

"Yes, sir, look at that painting, it's Mr. Wu Zuoren, who is specially consigned to us, and even has a consignment order, can it be compared to the one outside?"

"Can ......"

Listening to the words of the two salesmen, Han Chunming opened his mouth, but he was powerless to refute, shook his head, and he stepped aside with a wry smile.

Anyway, he thinks that it is useless to buy these paintings, it is too expensive, and it is better to go to the cultural relics store and buy more antiques.

"Wow, it's fine."

He Xiao comforted Han Chunming, he knew that people were for his own good.

But looking at so many famous paintings, even if it is more expensive, he recognizes it.

The salesman said a little well, after all, this is a state unit, and the ones sold are genuine, which is safer than the stalls outside.

After walking around, He Xiao picked a few more, and saw that there were no paintings of Qi Baishi and a few people on the wall, so he stopped unsatisfied.

"Comrade, how much is it?"

The thin salesman walked to the counter and calculated with his abacus, "Sir, nine paintings, a total of two thousand two hundred and fifty-nine."

"It's more than 2,000 ah......

He Xiao smacked his mouth and simply picked it up again.

"Pan Tianshou, well, I want this painting."

"Fu Baoshi, Huang Zhou, Huang Binhong, I also want these three."

Qi Baishi's paintings were gone, so he specially looked for some familiar painters, but he couldn't lose anyway.

The paintings of these people were more than half cheaper than Qi Baishi's, and he bought five more paintings, and when he saw that it was almost 3,000 yuan, he stopped.

(End of chapter)