Chapter 2738 Really Something
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Ye Chen
Chapter 2738 Really Something
At this time, it was already nightfall in Jinling.
Ma Lan finished dinner and was calling Ye Chen and Xiao Churan to the table. At the same time, she couldn't help complaining: "It's already eight o'clock, why doesn't this bastard Xiao Changkun know? I don't know where to go when I go home Already!"
Ye Chen said casually: "Mom, Dad is now the executive vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. He must be busy at ordinary times, so please be considerate."
Ma Lan said disdainfully: "I understand his ass, how much does he weigh, how can I not know? Let him be the executive vice president, I think the people in charge of the painting and calligraphy association are also blind. "
Just as he was talking, Xiao Changkun opened the door and walked in.
Xiao Churan hurriedly greeted him: "Dad, wash your hands quickly and eat!"
Xiao Changkun asked casually: "What kind of food are you cooking? Are there hard dishes?"
Ma Lan said cursingly: "The bastard's lid is hard, do you want to chew on it? If so, I'll buy you two yuan tomorrow!"
Xiao Changkun got a headache when he heard Ma Lan's words, and frowned, "You really can't spit ivory out of your mouth."
With that said, he stepped into the restaurant, washed his hands by the sink in the western kitchen, and then slowly came to the dining table and sat down, and said to Ye Chen: "Good son-in-law, guess who I saw when I was shopping in the antique street today?" ?”
Ye Chen said casually: "It must be Zhang Ermao, who else?"
Xiao Changkun said in surprise: "Yes, my good son-in-law, you are so predictable!"
Ye Chen smiled: "Dad, don't say that I knew that Zhang Ermao had returned to Antique Street. Even if I didn't know, if you ask, it must be Zhang Ermao who didn't run away. We both know each other and live in Antique Street Who else is engaged in antiques besides him."
"That's right." Xiao Changkun nodded, then thought of what happened in Antique Street, and sighed: "This Zhang Ermao is really fucking getting darker and darker. Today he went out of the stall and put a piece of lightning strike wood. I asked How much does he sell, and he just opened his mouth for 500 million, is this fucking poor and crazy?"
As he spoke, he thought of something, and said again: "Oh right, I heard that Zhang Ermao quit working on antiques a while ago, and went to hang out with Hong Wuye, now he can't get along with Hong Wuye anymore? The society's means of buying and selling by force has been brought into the antique circle?"
Ye Chen said with a smile: "Dad, you don't care what Zhang Ermao does. A piece of lightning strike wood can be sold for as much as he likes. If the price is too high, no one will buy it. Based on your experience in the antique industry for so many years, you Have you heard of any fool who would spend 500 million to buy a piece of lightning strike wood?"
Xiao Changkun pursed his lips and nodded, and said with a smile, "That's true."
Ma Lan who was on the side asked, "Xiao Changkun, are you now picking up antiques again?"
Xiao Changkun squinted at her, and said casually: "I'm not an antique dealer, what kind of antiques are you looking for? It's just that I have a sharp eye, and I can be regarded as a leader in this industry. You can pick up a big leak."
"It's just you?" Ma Lan said disdainfully: "Once you make a move, don't poke Lou Zi, it's considered a high incense!"
"You know what a fart!" Xiao Changkun looked at her contemptuously, and then said to Ye Chen: "By the way, good son-in-law, our Painting and Calligraphy Association will hold an exhibition of ancient calligraphy and painting in Jinling in a while. The city is also very supportive, and at that time, it should face the whole country and make a big move! Maybe even CCTV will be invited to report the whole process!"
Ye Chen asked curiously: "Such a big commotion? Our Jinling is not considered a hometown of calligraphy and painting. Isn't it a bit forced to make such a big move?"
Xiao Changkun said: "It doesn't matter if Jinling is not the hometown of calligraphy and painting, as long as Jinling can exhibit awesome calligraphy and painting works, so we are now collecting famous works from collectors all over Jinling. The first step is our internal financing. , Our president and other vice presidents have a lot of ancient calligraphy and paintings in their hands. As the executive vice president, I am the most unworthy. How many pictures should I accept? If it’s not possible, I can borrow a few, and Dad will return it to you after the painting and calligraphy exhibition is over!”
Ye Chen asked curiously: "Dad, didn't you ask Zhang Ermao when you went to the Antique Street today? Isn't he very knowledgeable?"
"Zhang Ermao?" Xiao Changkun pouted and said, "You don't know, that kid is a complete profiteer. A few years ago, he didn't know who he learned from. He pissed on fake calligraphy and paintings to make old ones. I sold it to Japanese and Koreans who came to collect antiques, and they all went to the embassy in the end. I asked him for help, and if he also pissed me a few times, I would definitely lose face to the whole country."
Ye Chen had never heard of such a thing, and asked curiously: "Is Zhang Ermao still doing this? What happened afterwards? How did you deal with it?"
Xiao Changkun said: "If you want to say that Zhang Ermao is really capable, he laid mines on those foreigners before, sold them a batch of fake bronze wares, charged them a lot of money, and helped them get them abroad. Going there, the foreigners thought they had found a treasure, so he threatened those foreigners with this, saying that it would be a big deal to turn themselves in, and everyone would die and go to jail together. How dare those Japanese and Koreans go to jail in China , and finally it’s over.”
Speaking of this, Xiao Changkun couldn't help smacking his lips and sighing: "Tsk tsk, if you want to talk about this Ermao, there is really something fucking good about it."
Ye Chen said with a smile: "Dad, you have never seen Zhang Ermao selling "Mona Lisa". If you saw it, you would be astonished."
Xiao Changkun asked curiously: "Zhang Ermao sells "Mona Lisa"? What kind of stalk is this?"
Ye Chen smiled and said: "I also heard from hearsay, I heard that he sold an ink painting of the Mona Lisa to a Frenchman, and he sold it for a lot of money."
"Is there such a thing?" Xiao Changkun said in surprise: "The foreigner's brain was kicked by a donkey? Isn't the "Mona Lisa" hanging in their Louvre?"
Ye Chen waved his hand: "The pair hanging in the Louvre was plagiarized by Da Vinci, and the original is our Yuan Dynasty painter Zhao Mengfu (fǔ)."
"What..." Xiao Changkun was at a loss: "My good son-in-law, where are you getting involved? How could Zhao Mengfu have anything to do with the "Mona Lisa"? Besides, he and Leonardo Da Vinci There is a difference in age, there should be 200 years..."
Xiao Churan on the side couldn't help laughing and said, "My husband, don't fool your dad..."
Ye Chen laughed, and said, "Dad, I'm not joking with you anymore, let's eat quickly!"
Xiao Changkun came back to his senses, and said angrily: "Good son-in-law, it doesn't matter if you are joking with dad, but don't forget what dad said just now."
"Do you want calligraphy and painting?" Ye Chen nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll arrange it. How much do you want?"
Xiao Changkun thought for a while, and said: "Our president said that he is going to take out five sets of calligraphy and paintings, and I am the second in command, a little less than him, let's just have four sets!"
Ye Chen nodded: "Okay, it's on me."
(End of this chapter)
At this time, it was already nightfall in Jinling.
Ma Lan finished dinner and was calling Ye Chen and Xiao Churan to the table. At the same time, she couldn't help complaining: "It's already eight o'clock, why doesn't this bastard Xiao Changkun know? I don't know where to go when I go home Already!"
Ye Chen said casually: "Mom, Dad is now the executive vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. He must be busy at ordinary times, so please be considerate."
Ma Lan said disdainfully: "I understand his ass, how much does he weigh, how can I not know? Let him be the executive vice president, I think the people in charge of the painting and calligraphy association are also blind. "
Just as he was talking, Xiao Changkun opened the door and walked in.
Xiao Churan hurriedly greeted him: "Dad, wash your hands quickly and eat!"
Xiao Changkun asked casually: "What kind of food are you cooking? Are there hard dishes?"
Ma Lan said cursingly: "The bastard's lid is hard, do you want to chew on it? If so, I'll buy you two yuan tomorrow!"
Xiao Changkun got a headache when he heard Ma Lan's words, and frowned, "You really can't spit ivory out of your mouth."
With that said, he stepped into the restaurant, washed his hands by the sink in the western kitchen, and then slowly came to the dining table and sat down, and said to Ye Chen: "Good son-in-law, guess who I saw when I was shopping in the antique street today?" ?”
Ye Chen said casually: "It must be Zhang Ermao, who else?"
Xiao Changkun said in surprise: "Yes, my good son-in-law, you are so predictable!"
Ye Chen smiled: "Dad, don't say that I knew that Zhang Ermao had returned to Antique Street. Even if I didn't know, if you ask, it must be Zhang Ermao who didn't run away. We both know each other and live in Antique Street Who else is engaged in antiques besides him."
"That's right." Xiao Changkun nodded, then thought of what happened in Antique Street, and sighed: "This Zhang Ermao is really fucking getting darker and darker. Today he went out of the stall and put a piece of lightning strike wood. I asked How much does he sell, and he just opened his mouth for 500 million, is this fucking poor and crazy?"
As he spoke, he thought of something, and said again: "Oh right, I heard that Zhang Ermao quit working on antiques a while ago, and went to hang out with Hong Wuye, now he can't get along with Hong Wuye anymore? The society's means of buying and selling by force has been brought into the antique circle?"
Ye Chen said with a smile: "Dad, you don't care what Zhang Ermao does. A piece of lightning strike wood can be sold for as much as he likes. If the price is too high, no one will buy it. Based on your experience in the antique industry for so many years, you Have you heard of any fool who would spend 500 million to buy a piece of lightning strike wood?"
Xiao Changkun pursed his lips and nodded, and said with a smile, "That's true."
Ma Lan who was on the side asked, "Xiao Changkun, are you now picking up antiques again?"
Xiao Changkun squinted at her, and said casually: "I'm not an antique dealer, what kind of antiques are you looking for? It's just that I have a sharp eye, and I can be regarded as a leader in this industry. You can pick up a big leak."
"It's just you?" Ma Lan said disdainfully: "Once you make a move, don't poke Lou Zi, it's considered a high incense!"
"You know what a fart!" Xiao Changkun looked at her contemptuously, and then said to Ye Chen: "By the way, good son-in-law, our Painting and Calligraphy Association will hold an exhibition of ancient calligraphy and painting in Jinling in a while. The city is also very supportive, and at that time, it should face the whole country and make a big move! Maybe even CCTV will be invited to report the whole process!"
Ye Chen asked curiously: "Such a big commotion? Our Jinling is not considered a hometown of calligraphy and painting. Isn't it a bit forced to make such a big move?"
Xiao Changkun said: "It doesn't matter if Jinling is not the hometown of calligraphy and painting, as long as Jinling can exhibit awesome calligraphy and painting works, so we are now collecting famous works from collectors all over Jinling. The first step is our internal financing. , Our president and other vice presidents have a lot of ancient calligraphy and paintings in their hands. As the executive vice president, I am the most unworthy. How many pictures should I accept? If it’s not possible, I can borrow a few, and Dad will return it to you after the painting and calligraphy exhibition is over!”
Ye Chen asked curiously: "Dad, didn't you ask Zhang Ermao when you went to the Antique Street today? Isn't he very knowledgeable?"
"Zhang Ermao?" Xiao Changkun pouted and said, "You don't know, that kid is a complete profiteer. A few years ago, he didn't know who he learned from. He pissed on fake calligraphy and paintings to make old ones. I sold it to Japanese and Koreans who came to collect antiques, and they all went to the embassy in the end. I asked him for help, and if he also pissed me a few times, I would definitely lose face to the whole country."
Ye Chen had never heard of such a thing, and asked curiously: "Is Zhang Ermao still doing this? What happened afterwards? How did you deal with it?"
Xiao Changkun said: "If you want to say that Zhang Ermao is really capable, he laid mines on those foreigners before, sold them a batch of fake bronze wares, charged them a lot of money, and helped them get them abroad. Going there, the foreigners thought they had found a treasure, so he threatened those foreigners with this, saying that it would be a big deal to turn themselves in, and everyone would die and go to jail together. How dare those Japanese and Koreans go to jail in China , and finally it’s over.”
Speaking of this, Xiao Changkun couldn't help smacking his lips and sighing: "Tsk tsk, if you want to talk about this Ermao, there is really something fucking good about it."
Ye Chen said with a smile: "Dad, you have never seen Zhang Ermao selling "Mona Lisa". If you saw it, you would be astonished."
Xiao Changkun asked curiously: "Zhang Ermao sells "Mona Lisa"? What kind of stalk is this?"
Ye Chen smiled and said: "I also heard from hearsay, I heard that he sold an ink painting of the Mona Lisa to a Frenchman, and he sold it for a lot of money."
"Is there such a thing?" Xiao Changkun said in surprise: "The foreigner's brain was kicked by a donkey? Isn't the "Mona Lisa" hanging in their Louvre?"
Ye Chen waved his hand: "The pair hanging in the Louvre was plagiarized by Da Vinci, and the original is our Yuan Dynasty painter Zhao Mengfu (fǔ)."
"What..." Xiao Changkun was at a loss: "My good son-in-law, where are you getting involved? How could Zhao Mengfu have anything to do with the "Mona Lisa"? Besides, he and Leonardo Da Vinci There is a difference in age, there should be 200 years..."
Xiao Churan on the side couldn't help laughing and said, "My husband, don't fool your dad..."
Ye Chen laughed, and said, "Dad, I'm not joking with you anymore, let's eat quickly!"
Xiao Changkun came back to his senses, and said angrily: "Good son-in-law, it doesn't matter if you are joking with dad, but don't forget what dad said just now."
"Do you want calligraphy and painting?" Ye Chen nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll arrange it. How much do you want?"
Xiao Changkun thought for a while, and said: "Our president said that he is going to take out five sets of calligraphy and paintings, and I am the second in command, a little less than him, let's just have four sets!"
Ye Chen nodded: "Okay, it's on me."
(End of this chapter)
