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Sylvia Lin shook his head, he was indeed too impulsive, but the arrival of Henry Zhang made Song Zhe grab the pigtails, and the cooperation seemed to be hopeless.
Looking at Henry Zhang¡¯s leaving figure, Qian Guodong shook his head.
Song Zhe took advantage of the opportunity and said, "Mr. Qian, that Henry Zhang is just a househusband. How can he appreciate such high-end Chinese paintings? This woman Sylvia is too commercial and disturbs Mr. Qian's interest. It's too much!"
Henry Zhang walked to the lounge and ordered a glass of juice and drank it by himself. Sylvia Lin came over listlessly and sat across from Henry Zhang.
"Xiao Yang, why are you here? Do you know Chinese painting?"
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡ª"I saw news about the art exhibition on the Internet, and it was free of charge, and I did not expect to meet you here."
"As for the Chinese painting, I was the one who messed up just now!"
¡°You¡¡± Sylvia Lin looked at Henry Zhang angrily.
Although Henry Zhang is not to blame for the failure of the cooperation, it is indeed because he was too reckless!
But Henry Zhang should not add fuel to the fire. Even if there is no chance to cooperate with Qian Guodong this time, there will be opportunities in the future.
This time the relationship has become tense, and it will be difficult for Sylvia Lin to cooperate with the Qian Group again in the future.
¡°What should I say about the Yun Bamboo painting just now? It¡¯s an authentic work, but it¡¯s not an original work!¡± said Xiao Yang.
Sylvia Yunshu was confused when he heard this, "What do you mean?"
Henry Zhang looked at Sylvia Lin¡¯s doubtful eyes and smiled, ¡°You¡¯ll find out when we go to the auction later.¡±
Henry Zhang has participated in too many auctions, and he has long been familiar with them.
Looking at Sylvia Lin¡¯s disappointed look, Henry Zhang smiled and said nothing.
¡°About half an hour later, the exhibition hall was rearranged again. Five hundred chairs were arranged neatly, and several collections covered with red cloth were placed on the stage.
Those who participate in this kind of charity auction are usually the bosses of major enterprises in Yinzhou City. They come here just to establish a good image of the enterprise.
Qian Guodong, Song Zhe and others sat in the first row, while Sylvia Lin and some entrepreneurs sat in the second row.
Qian Guodong glanced at Henry Sylvia and Sylvia Lin without saying anything. After what happened just now, he didn't have a good impression of Sylvia Lin and Henry Sylvia.
Song Zhe, who was sitting in the first row, looked back at Sylvia Lin, with a sinister smile on his lips.
The auction started, and He Xuemin came up with a microphone and a smile on his face, "Good afternoon everyone, I am very happy to host this auction"
At the beginning of the auction, the works of some contemporary painters were usually sold for only a few thousand yuan.
Small entrepreneurs rush to buy them just to spend the least amount of money to buy the title of philanthropist.
With so many media reporters present, if you are interviewed, you can show it off and show off that you have contributed to society.
? ? Immediately afterwards, several relatively valuable paintings were brought out at the auction, usually worth tens of thousands. At this time, fans who really like Chinese painting will take action.
During this period, I met Qian Guodong, whom I fell in love with, and bought a few pieces.
Soon we arrived at the highlight of the entire auction, which is usually the finale treasure.
He Xuemin stood on the stage and introduced to everyone, "I believe everyone knows that there were three well-known masters of traditional Chinese painting in the Qing Dynasty, among which Master Zheng's works are the most vivid and expressive."
"Next, this auction will grandly introduce to you the rhyming bamboo paintings of Zheng Banqiao, a famous Chinese painting master in the Qing Dynasty."
"This rhyming bamboo painting has been authenticated by relevant professional institutions and is an authentic work of Master Zheng. Eighty percent of the proceeds from this auction will be donated to poor children in mountainous areas. Next we will conduct an auction with a starting price of ten Ten thousand, each bid will be no less than fifty thousand!"
When the red cloth was unveiled, Qian Guodong was excited!
He really wanted to know whether the bamboo painting on the stage was authentic.
¡°Could it be that Master Zheng painted two pictures of Yun Bamboo?
The bidding has started, and Qian Guodong is a little anxious. As a lover of Chinese paintings, it would be a pity if he did not buy the authentic one!
He would never allow fakes in his home, nor would he want such a valuable painting to be lost in his hands.
At this time, Yunzhutu has been shouted to one million!
Henry Zhang and Sylvia Lin sat together, crossed their legs and looked at Sylvia Yunshu and asked, "Can cooperation with that man named Qian bring huge profits to the company?"
"It's not profit, it's the future, the prospect! Although we can't see much benefit in the short term, the long-term profit is huge."In terms of outlook, Yunshu Group will also reach a higher level. Sylvia Lin looked depressed as he spoke, "But it's impossible now"
"Four million once! Four million twice! Four million"
Qian Guodong is on pins and needles. For a person like him who loves painting as much as his life, he can no longer bear it at this moment.
Even if this bamboo painting is fake, he still admits it!
He picked up the sign and was about to bid when he heard a lazy voice behind him, "Eight million!"
When I turned around, I saw that it was Sylvia Lin¡¯s husband, Xiao Yang.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire venue fell silent instantly!
This bamboo painting could only fetch five million at most, but now Yunshu Group has actually asked for a high price of eight million. This is a huge investment!
Sylvia Lin glared at Henry Zhang with a stern face, ¡°You are crazy! This painting is not worth eight million at all!¡±
She had no hope for this cooperation. If there was still a chance, he might spend money to take a photo of a work that Qian Guodong liked and give it to him.
¡°But Qian Guodong has already spoken so straightforwardly, and with Henry Zhang making a fool of himself in front of Qian Guodong, Sylvia Lin has completely despaired of this cooperation.
Looking at Henry Zhang¡¯s happy look, Sylvia Lin frowned. Could it be that Henry Zhang had something in mind?
"Eight million times!"
"Eight million times twice!"
"Eight million times three times!"
"make a deal!"
He Xuemin stood on the stage and made the final decision that this rhyme bamboo painting belonged to Henry Zhang.
Henry Zhang suddenly left his seat, walked up to the stage and took a look at Yunzhu Turen, and then did something that caused an uproar in the audience.
With just a "tearing" sound, the Yun Bamboo Picture was torn into two halves by Henry Zhang!
People in the audience were bleeding. This was bought for 8 million, and it was just torn apart!
¡°There¡¯s something wrong with this guy!¡±
"Nine times out of ten, there is a disease, and this is eight million!"
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"Because you have an identical bamboo picture at home, and you can't figure out which one is real? Which one is fake?"
Qian Guodong pretended to be calm and smiled, "You are just doing this to let me cooperate with Yunshu Group. Do you think it is worth it?"
"Mr. Qian, you are very smart, but you only guessed one thing right." Xiao Yang smiled, "I understand your mood very well. For a person who really likes calligraphy and painting, seeing two identical paintings will inevitably make him feel guilty. I know how to play the drums, but I don¡¯t know which one is real and which one is fake.¡±
"What do you think about me solving the mystery for you in exchange for a chance to cooperate?"
Qian Guodong crossed his arms and said with a smile, "It seems you bought a fake painting!"
The corners of Henry Zhang¡¯s mouth rose, ¡°Mr. Qian, I didn¡¯t say this painting was fake.¡±
Everyone was shocked!
"I'm afraid there's something wrong with this kid's mind!"
"What a pity! What a pity!"
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Qian Guodong looked surprised, "What do you mean?"
¡°I mean your painting is authentic, and so is mine!¡± Xiao Yang said with a smile.
Song Zhe, who was sitting next to Qian Guodong, suddenly burst out laughing, "It's really ridiculous! Could it be that Master Zheng also painted two pictures of bamboo rhymes at that time?"
Henry Zhang glanced at Song Zhe and asked coldly, "Do you understand Chinese painting? You are ignorant!"
Song Zhe was irritated, pointed at Henry Zhang¡¯s nose and cursed, ¡°You are just a useless son-in-law. What right do you have to question me? Who do you think you are!¡±
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¡°Master Zheng¡¯s paintings from the Qing Dynasty have always had a reputation for being able to penetrate through the back of paper, so even if his paintings are painted on one piece of paper, there will be clear marks on another piece of paper.¡±
"Mr. Qian, if I guess correctly, the paper of your rhyme bamboo painting is seriously yellowed, and the ink used in the painting is a bit darker than this one, right?"
Qian Guodong nodded, "The one I have is indeed a bit heavier than this color."
"That's because the one in your house is on the first layer, and this one is on the interlayer. When Master Zheng was painting, the ink seeped onto the interlayer, and this is how the Yun Bamboo painting can be faked." Xiao Yang explained.
Song Zhe snorted coldly, "That's nonsense! How can we know what Master Zheng of the Qing Dynasty looked like when he was painting? You kid is just trying to please others!"
"I just said you were ignorant! It seems that I was really right!" Xiao Yang said lightly.
Song Zhe's face turned red with anger, "You bastard! I think you are just trying to confuse people with your lies. Mr. Qian, you must not believe him!"
What Henry Zhang said was not unreasonable. For a while, Qian Guodong didn¡¯t know whether to believe Henry Zhang or not.
At this moment, an old man with a bright head and pale face suddenly walked into the venue. This man was none other than Professor Huang Jingda Huang.
¡°Little brother, I didn¡¯t expect you to be here too!¡±
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"I just said you were ignorant! It seems that I was really right!" Xiao Yang said lightly.
Song Zhe's face turned red with anger, "You bastard! I think you are just trying to confuse people with your lies. Mr. Qian, you must not believe him!"
What Henry Zhang said was not unreasonable. For a while, Qian Guodong didn¡¯t know whether to believe Henry Zhang or not.
At this moment, an old man with a bright head and pale face suddenly walked into the venue. This man was none other than Professor Huang Jingda Huang.
¡°Little brother, I didn¡¯t expect you to be here too!¡±
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