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Chapter 1118 Gratitude

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    After learning about the Hao family's situation, Meng Zitao felt regretful. He originally wanted to meet with the author. If they could get along, he could help the author and increase his reputation, so he wouldn't have to make a living by copying other people's works.  .  But I didn't expect this to be the result.

    No matter what, Meng Zitao still wanted to visit the Hao family, so under the guidance of the store owner, he came to the Hao family.

    Meng Zitao knocked on the door, but no one opened the door for a while. Is there no one at home?

    After waiting for a while and no one opened the door, Xiao Likai said, "Are you going to see a doctor with your wife?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zitao heard the sound of coughing coming from the room, and realized that the old man was deliberately hiding from him.

    Meng Zitao said loudly: "Uncle Hao, we are here for the calligraphy left by your son. We have no ill intentions. If we come to trouble you, I will be able to find you even if you move."

    Seeing what Meng Zitao said, Uncle Hao finally came out and opened the door.

    The old man looked very haggard. He glanced at Meng Zitao and felt that Meng Zitao was kind-hearted. He lowered his guard a little and asked uneasily, "Are you really here for my son's calligraphy works?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said, "If we want to lie to you, we don't need to find this reason, right?"

    "Then why do you want to buy my son's calligraphy?" the old man asked again.

    Meng Zitao smiled: "I saw your son's calligraphy and thought it was good and valuable for collection."

    The old man was very proud of his son's calligraphy. Seeing that Meng Zitao really had the idea of ??acquiring his son's calligraphy, he quickly invited them into the house.

    After entering the house, Meng Zitao looked around. The house looked a little old, but it was very clean and there was no strange smell.

    Uncle Hao asked everyone to sit down, made everyone a cup of tea, and asked everyone to wait for a while, saying that he was going to get his son's calligraphy.

    Meng Zitao stopped him and said, "Uncle, your son shouldn't have left only two or three works. Will it be troublesome to take them back and forth like this?"

    Uncle Hao was a little surprised: "Are you going to buy all my son's works?"

    Meng Zitao smiled: "If you can meet my requirements, it's okay."

    "Really?!" Uncle Hao was very excited after hearing this, and his voice was a little louder.

    Meng Zitao smiled and nodded.

    Uncle Hao hurriedly said: "Come in with me."

    Uncle Hao took everyone to a small study room, which was filled with papers and scrolls. In addition, there were several calligraphy works hanging on the wall. Without exception, they were all by the same author, Uncle Hao's son, and their calligraphy skills were all the same.  Very high, what makes Meng Zitao even more moved is that the author's cursive writing is outstanding, and his running script is equally outstanding.

    Meng Zitao felt that it was a pity for Uncle Hao's son. With his talent, if he could receive systematic training and his achievements would be much higher than what he is now, perhaps there would be a calligraphy master who was physically disabled but strong-willed in the country.

    Meng Zitao asked the old man to take out his son's works one by one, appreciate them, and make comments from time to time.  Finally, at his request, the old man took out all the imitations made by his son.

    Meng Zitao asked a question that everyone wanted to know: "Uncle, how could your son think of making imitations?"

    "Hey," Uncle Hao looked a little sad: "Since the death of my daughter-in-law, my son has always blamed himself for being incompetent and unable to make money to treat his daughter-in-law. During that time, he saw a news program talking about fake calligraphy and paintings.  Things happened, so I changed my mind and started to imitate the works of famous artists.¡±

    "Before he passed away, he had been studying how to imitate well. He only had three or four hours of sleep a day, and he didn't listen to my advice. It can be said that he fell ill because he was too tired."

    At the end, Uncle Hao was very sad. The greatest pain in life is when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift.

    Meng Zitao said: "Uncle, the past is in the past, we still have to look forward."

    Uncle Hao nodded in agreement. He is now considered the backbone of the family and cannot fall down easily. Otherwise, it would be cruel to them to leave behind his bedridden wife and his grandson who is studying.

    Meng Zitao said: "Uncle, I have admired all your son's works. Except for a few more casual works, they all meet my requirements."

    To Uncle Hao, this sentence was like the sound of nature. He even doubted whether he was dreaming. He confirmed it repeatedly before he believed it.

    After that, the old man was concerned about the price. He believed that his son¡¯s calligraphy was very good, but he didn¡¯tEven though he is a celebrity, he can't figure out the price.

    Meng Zitao thought about it for a moment and said, "Uncle, I would like to take the liberty to ask you, how much did you usually charge when selling to others?"

    When the old man saw Meng Zitao asking this, he felt wary: "Why are you asking about this?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "I have no other intention, I just want to refer to it. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me."

    Seeing that Meng Zitao didn't look malicious, Uncle Hao hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I usually sell them relatively cheaply, ranging from a few thousand to over ten thousand. This is what my son told me before he died. He said that if he did this, even if the other party  When the elder comes to visit, he usually won¡¯t do anything to an old man like me.¡±

    Uncle Hao¡¯s son is indeed quite smart. Under normal circumstances, the victim will not do anything to the old man for this small amount of money. The most he can do is lose money.

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "Uncle, a total of 800,000, I will pack up these calligraphy works of your son and take them away. What do you think?"

    Uncle Hao was stunned. His bottom price was only two to three hundred thousand, but he didn't expect Meng Zitao to actually give him eight hundred thousand, which he couldn't believe.

    "Brother, did you say something wrong, or did I hear it wrong?" Uncle Hao's lips were trembling with excitement.

    Meng Zitao said: "You heard it right. I did say eight hundred thousand. This is not because I am willing to be taken advantage of, but because your son's works are indeed worth this price."

    After that, Meng Zitao made another analysis.  The level of these works is very high. If you add Meng Zitao's promotion recommendation, let alone 800,000 yuan, it is normal to increase it three or four times.  Of course, this is because he has channels, so that these works can return to their due value.

    "Brother, you are a good person!"

    Uncle Hao had tears in his eyes. Since the death of his son, he has been under great pressure. If he had not had faith to support him, he would have collapsed long ago.  The 800,000 yuan given by Meng Zitao was life-saving money for him. At least he would have nothing to worry about until his grandson graduated.

    Uncle Hao excitedly wanted to kneel down to Meng Zitao, but Meng Zitao reacted quickly and grabbed him: "Uncle, please don't do this. We each get what we need."

    "Brother, I've said too much else. I will always remember your kindness in my heart." Uncle Hao solemnly swore.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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