Song Zhizhi's worries are not unreasonable.

When the door of room No. 1 opened and only Xiaobai came out alone, countless conjectures popped up in Song Zhizhi's mind.

"What about Zhao Jin?"

couldn't hold it back, Song Zhizhi still asked.

Xiaobai was holding a big wooden box, and he didn't know what was inside, and when Song Zhizhi asked, he was opening the box, wanting her to see what was in the box.

But in connection with the context, Song Zhizhi was terrified as soon as he saw her ask Zhao Jin, but Xiaobai wanted to open the box to show her.

Zhao Jin...... Still alive?

Xiaobai looked at her innocently and showed her the box by the way.

Very well, there were no heads, no blood, only scrolls of paintings.

Song Zhizhi picked up a scroll of paintings and opened it, Zhao Jin's seal was engraved in the upper right corner, which was still very recognizable.

"Zhao Jin is okay, are you all right?"

Xiaobai nodded.

"Oh, then help me move the painting."

Song Zhizhi put down the big stone in his heart and raised his hand to let Xiaobai do the work first.

Don't ask her what to ask and suddenly lose her curiosity.

She doesn't know sign language, and she studies how to tell stories with a mute, which is not easy to challenge.

Isn't it already settled anyway?

When she turned around, it would be more convenient for her to ask Zhao Jin herself.

When Song Zhizhi went back and opened all the paintings one by one, she found that three of these paintings were not from Zhao Jin.

She studied the quaint font for a long time, but she didn't see what it was.

Come on, don't be busy, let's let the system estimate first.

Although it doesn't sell for money, the system valuation can give her a bottom in her heart.

As a result, the system actually priced the three paintings that they didn't know where they came from at 100,000 pieces!

Song Zhizhi was stunned, "Are you sure you're not kidding me?" ”

The system didn't bother to take care of her.

100,000 yuan is considered a guaranteed price in the system, and these three paintings can earn at least 300,000 yuan, and there are four other paintings, and if you get together, you can get 350,000 yuan.

Good fellow, she thought she couldn't wait for the dawn of hope, who knew there would be such a bright future.

Outside the glass window, Xiaobai has a scouring pad in one hand and a glass artifact in the other, and is conscientiously rushing to clean the work, and from time to time he has to raise his eyes to look at the silly boss over there, and he is a little worried that the boss is not very smart.

Song Zhizhi didn't care what she was looking at, she only knew that she was going to make money, ah no, she had to pay off her debts.

-

Zhao Jin came over when it was almost dark.

The depression and panic on his face before were completely gone, and there was a little more of a high-spirited taste.

When Song Zhizhi saw his face, he knew that the trouble was really solved.

"Last time, thank you Miss Song, thank you Bai Gongzi."

Zhao Jin's waist was bent very deeply, and Song Zhizhi even saw a little water in Zhao Jin's eyes.

Mom, don't dare to move so much.

Song Zhizhi hurriedly held the person up, and just wanted to give Xiaobai a color and ask him to help too, but Xiaobai was wearing a small floral apron and rubber leather gloves and turned around to hum and wipe the floor in the kitchen.

Song Zhizhi: ......

She knew it!

The guy didn't give anything, Song Zhizhi had to go out to comfort Zhao Jin in person, she really didn't help (this is the truth, she still doesn't know what Xiaobai did in the past.) ）

But Zhao Jin didn't know the inside story, he thought that Miss Song and Bai Gongzi must know about the things over there, so he didn't go into details, and only after repeatedly expressing his gratitude did he talk about the paintings in the box.

"Those three paintings are Mr. Min's only three remaining ink treasures, because he is grateful for Miss Song and Bai Gongzi's life-saving grace, so Mr. Min took out these three paintings, and Miss Song accepted them, which is also what Mr. meant."

Regarding Song Zhizhi's desire to calculate the money for the box of paintings, Zhao Jin was stunned and did not agree.

He repeatedly muttered that the paintings in this box were all to express his gratitude, and Miss Song must not give him any more money.

Song Zhizhi really said that he couldn't be a showman, so he gave up.

She won't come out of this painting for a while, and she won't talk about it until Zhao Jin regrets it.

-

Song Zhizhi set up a studio alone, and hung a wall of Chinese paintings in the small room.

When I walked into the room and looked at it, I still felt a little bit of it.

Song Zhizhi even had a conflict of bathing and burning incense and then boiling tea and tasting paintings in this room, but this impulse that obviously went against the owner's style was quickly suppressed.

She originally wanted to take the retail route, but this time she has made so many words, and it is enough to open a solo exhibition-

Well?

In a flash of inspiration, Song Zhizhi didn't forget what Ke Yue said today about getting her a gallery assistant job, it's not a grudge, it's just that now the activity of opening a gallery and making a gallery seems to be really profitable as long as it is well run.

She remembers that when she was in school, she also saw a news, an eighteenth-tier Internet celebrity, graduated from elementary school, and she gilded herself to declare that she went to a certain university abroad, and gave herself the character of a literary young woman, and then a painting sold for 200,000 yuan.

Really, there is no most outrageous, only more outrageous.

Not to mention that there are also braille words on the Internet that use hair to throw ink, and a painting sells for 800,000 yuan.

Anyway, it's how bold people are and how productive the land is.

And she is different from those bewitching sluts outside, her paintings are real art!

Song Zhizhi touched his chin and thought of the father of the gold owner who bought a painting from him last time.

It can be seen that this person has been yearning for art recently, but I don't know if he is interested in sponsoring a Chinese painting exhibition.

If you want to do it, Song Zhizhi began to pick up information late at night, and he must win the gold owner's father in one fell swoop.

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[...... What kind of painting does it look like? Send it to see? ]

The lazy father of the gold lord is dispensable.

Song Zhizhi can make the gold owner's father feel bored, she clicks and uploads, striving to stun the gold owner's father with art.

To be honest, Lin Baojia only has four words about art: 'bullshit', and he can see that the ink is dark and bright, and he doesn't understand anything else.

Song Zhizhi is not a professional either, and he plans to use professional terms to trap him.

It's very straightforward.

Do you know what the art of a master is?

Do you know what to treasure?

Do you know what makes an artistic gem?

Do you know what face is? If you take these paintings back, you will be face, it will be art, and you will be the person with the most artistic bacteria!

Lin Baojia was not interested at the beginning, and then his eyes lit up later, and he was completely fooled.

While dizzy, I sighed in my heart.

It turns out that the seventh child of the Song family is so optimistic about himself!

It turns out that his image is so majestic and tall!

Yes, that's right, I'm the one who knows the most about art!

In that case, how can you miss those artistic treasures!

And so—

[How much, you say!] ]

Lin Baojia is arrogant.

Song Zhizhi clicked for a moment, she originally wanted to fool the father of the gold owner to sponsor the art exhibition, but what he meant was that he bought them all?

She didn't refuse at the first time, but tentatively quoted three million.

Yes, she dared to quote so much, saying that three million is three million, and she doesn't have a child.

Anyway, the price is all over the place, and you have to leave enough back for yourself.

Besides, I just blew these works of art into the sky, and 300,000 yuan is not in line with the identity of art treasures.

I just don't know if the thighs of the gold owner's father are so thick.

Oops, I'm looking forward to it.

Why didn't the golden father's father answer her?

A minute passed, three minutes passed, an hour passed, huh?

What about her father?

Why did the world suddenly evaporate!