Chapter 239

Wang Molin's two words are eloquent.

This makes the literati old man beside him slightly lowered his head.

But a moment later, he looked up and said, "Mr. Mullin, the market price of your painting is about one million. Now boss sun is willing to pay 1.5 million for it. Boss sun is willing to pay more than one million because he respects you. What else do you not want? "

Wang Molin said: "a man must not be arrogant, but he must not be arrogant. Today you want to know that you asked me out for this. I will not come out until I die! "

Then he put away his painting and stood up to leave.

The old man of letters said, "Mr. Wang, why do you need it. After all these years, can't you see it? Why do you have to deal with money. I know that although you sold a lot of money for calligraphy and painting, you donated most of that money. Now your grandson is going to get married and buy a house, which is still more than one million yuan short. Why don't you sell the paintings to Mr. Sun and add some money to your grandson? Don't be proud of the literati any more. It's the age now. You and I are so old. How many years can you live. Shall we not save some for our children and grandchildren before we die? "

"Children and grandchildren have their own good fortune, and they are all big. They can solve their own problems. Let me sell the paintings to these people, absolutely not! "

The old man of letters shook his head and said, "Mr. Wang, don't be stubborn any more. How many real literati are there in today's world? It's all about packaging yourself with culture, not to make money? Few real literati have a good end. You can sell the painting to Sun Shao. Hello, I'm good, boss sun is good, everyone is good. Why do you harm others and not benefit yourself?

When the old man of letters said so, Wang Molin stopped.

Turn around and dip your right index finger in the teacup.

Then cross the middle of the table.

In the middle of the table, immediately appeared a trace of water, in the light appears so clear.

Wang Molin looked at the old man of letters and said, "the ancients cut off their seats and cut off their friendship. Today I'll row a table with you."

The old man of letters frowned and looked ugly.

Wang Molin did not look at him any more, turned and walked towards the door of the private room.

At this time, sun Shaoyi reached out and stopped Wang Molin: "Mr. Wang, don't hurry to leave. Let's talk about it again. How can you sell the painting to me? I believe that there is nothing in the world that cannot be bought. If so, it only shows that the price is not high enough. "

Wang Molin snorted coldly: "you are not worthy to talk to me."

Then he will continue to walk outside.

Sun shaoha laughed and quickly dialed a phone call.

Next to the compartment, old color's mobile phone rings.

He said to him, "let's start with Xiaolin."

Lin followed the three men to the door of the private room opposite.

As soon as Wang Molin opened the door of the private room, he saw the old color with ugly scars on his face.

With a grim smile on his face, he said, "Hey, old man, do you want to go?"

Said with those two younger brothers and Lin also entered the private room, closed the door.

Sun Shao laughed and said, "Mr. Wang, you have scolded me and my father several times just now. I don't care. However, if you don't sell this painting today, my friends may not agree. They are very impulsive. If one of them is not good and hurt you, it will be bad. "

The little brother on the left of Lao se reached out and took out a one foot long knife from his arms and stuck it on the table with a bang.

"Old man, if you don't want to drink, you'll have to eat, eat and drink!"

Then he shook the bright knife in front of Wang Molin and said, "if you don't sell this painting today, we can't guarantee that you will go out upright."

The old man of letters nearby hastily advised Wang Molin: "Mr. Wang, look, this is not good for everyone. You can sell it to them. "

Wang Molin didn't agree with the old man of letters.

Now that I have broken up with him, what else can I say.

He took a look at Lao se, his two younger brothers, and Lin Yi in a wheelchair.

Finally he said, "so you have to force it today?"

Sun Shao laughed and said, "Mr. Wang, this is what you forced."

Old color way: "less nonsense, give things out."

Wang Molin looked at the shining knife, and then looked at Lao SE's ferocious face. He finally turned his head and slowly returned to the table.

From the cloth bag, slowly take out the scroll.

The old man of letters saw a ray of joy in his eyes: "old Wang, that's right."

Sun Shao is also happy in his heart. His heart says that the old bone that is hard to chew is finally gnawed down. This is an old product. I don't appreciate it.

Lao se is also happy in his heart. In just two minutes, 6000 yuan is easily reached. It's hard to make money every day.

Lin is also a heavy heart, some of the teacher.

At such an age, I'm still threatened by these scum.Such an old man, under such a threat, even his own teacher, also had to be soft.

Lin did not blame the teacher. Anyone who met this situation had to be soft.

Lin did not immediately start. First, he asked the scum to buy the painting. Then he tried to get rid of the scum and then returned the painting to the teacher.

Is it not good to let the teacher lose $1.5 million in vain?

Wang Molin took down the cloth bag, put the scroll on the table and gently pushed it away.

There are two stones in the picture. There is an orchid growing between the stones.

There is a lot of blank space in the whole picture, but the charm of orchid is drawn.

Take a look, can let a person produce a kind of quiet and elegant, the feeling of independence.

This is definitely the best work of Wang Molin in recent years.

Will orchid that kind of integrity, that elegant, that kind of independent temperament, perfect performance.

Chinese painting emphasizes freehand brushwork, and this painting is almost the peak of freehand brushwork in recent years.

In the upper right corner of the painting, there are two poems:

true gentleman in flowers, elegant in style.

Lin also knows that this is Wang Molin's favorite painting. It is said that the work is the author's son, and this painting is Wang Molin's son.

Even if Lin himself to ask, Wang Mo Lin will not necessarily let him look at.

At this time, Wang Molin stroked the painting with his forefinger gently crossing each orchid leaf.

His fingers were obviously shaking, and his eyes were slightly moist.

His fingers finished each of the blue leaves, and finally looked at the poem in the upper right corner. He said in a soft voice: "the true gentleman in the flowers, elegant demeanor."

Lao se was impatient to wait. With a wave of the knife in his hand, he stuck it on the table beside Wang Molin and cursed, "old man, don't delay the time. Deliver the goods as soon as possible. I'm still waiting to count the money."

Wang Molin looked up at Lao Se and Sun Shao on the other side.

Then grab the middle of the picture with both hands and make a strong effort.

Hiss -

the picture was torn out of the middle.

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