Huang Lei did not avoid the camera.
He looked at the caller ID and picked up the call. He even pressed the speaker button.
"Teacher Huang, it's me, Old Zhou! The one from the auction house!"
The call connected.
A hearty middle-aged man's voice sounded from the other end.
It wasn't just him.
Zhang Ruoxu and the audience in front of the TV also heard it clearly.
"What's the matter?"
Huang Lei asked.
Then, he quietly turned his head and looked at Zhang Ruoxu.
Old Zhou was a friend of his.
He worked in a famous auction house.
He was a senior calligraphy expert and collector.
Why did the other party call?
Huang Lei had already guessed 70 - 80% of it.
"I'm looking at Yearning. That painting of yours is quite good. Do you have any intention of giving it to me? I can offer a very high price.”
Old Zhou didn't waste any time and went straight to the point.
Huang Lei smiled lightly.
This guy's purpose for calling was exactly the same as his.
Huang Lei also knew.
It must be because of Zhang Ruoxu who helped him modify the painting.
That was why Old Zhou called him personally.
"Tell me, what's the price?"
Huang Lei asked.
He also wanted to take a look.
Old Master's standard.
In the eyes of these professional appraisers, what was its value?
"Your painting is about three square feet in size. I'll give you two million for one square foot. How about six million?”
Old Zhou said after a moment of silence.
His offer.
Huang Lei shuddered.
She was so frightened that she almost dropped her phone on the ground.
F * ck! Did I hear wrongly? Six million!
It's worth more than my house!
I checked, the painting of Master Xu Jianmin, the head of the Artists Association, is only two million yuan per square foot!
Oh my god! Was the old master's drawing that awesome?
Six million! I won't be able to earn it in my entire life, but the old master just casually drew it?
Old Master Zhang! Do you still lack pendants? I want to hug your thigh!
...........
The audience was also completely shocked by the sky-high price that Old Weekly had offered.
"Are you kidding me?"
Huang Lei asked in a trembling voice.
This price.
It was already the same price as his teacher's painting.
In other words.
In Ol 'Zhou's eyes, Old Master Zhang's standard was definitely not inferior to his teacher's.
That was an existence that stood at the peak of contemporary ink painting!
Moreover…
Huang Lei also knew.
His teacher had a deep background and was the last disciple of a modern Chinese painting master!
Thinking of this…
Huang Lei couldn't help but take a deep look at Zhang Ruoxu, who was closing his eyes.
A thought arose in his heart. Should he change his sect now and become a disciple of the old master?
"What's wrong, Old Huang? Six million is too little?”
"There's nothing we can do about it. It's Old Master Zhang's fault for altering your painting.”
"If the old master drew it himself, I can give him a price of four million yuan per square foot.”
Old Zhou said with a bitter smile on the other end of the phone.
As soon as he said this.
Huang Lei was stunned again.
Four million yuan per square foot?
It was even higher than his own teacher!
But immediately after.
He thought of something that was wrong.
In that case…
Was it because of his original art that the old master's standard had depreciated?
Huang Lei was speechless.
What the f * ck? Did I hear wrongly? The old man's painting was actually worth four million yuan per square foot?
Four million? It was even higher than Teacher Xu Jianmin! Oh my god!
Knowing that the old master's painting was four million square feet, the old master and Teacher Huang would be two million square feet. Teacher Huang, please give me a price!
I can calculate this! Negative 2 million!
I'm dying of laughter, hahahahaha!
Teacher Huang was too pitiful. She had suffered a double blow!
..........
When the audience saw Teacher Huang's expression, they couldn't help but comment on the bullet screen.
"How about it, Old Huang, do you want to make a move?”
Old Zhou asked over the phone.
"This won't do. This painting belongs to the old master, not me. I can't make the decision.”
Huang Lei took a deep breath and shook his head.
Six million.
This was already a price that made him feel tempted.
However, in the end.
He held it in.
After all.
The painting had undergone such a huge change. In his opinion, it was no longer his own.
Therefore, he had no right to dispose of this painting.
The old man heard Huang Lei's words.
He could not help but curl his lips into a smile.
It seemed like Goldie.
He was quite a good person.
"Alright, then help me ask the old man if he's willing to sell it, or if he's willing to do me the honor of creating another one. I can definitely offer a price that he's satisfied with.”
Old Zhou said over the phone.
Huang Lei replied perfunctorily.
Then, he hung up.
After being hit twice in a row, his expression was a little unhappy.
At this moment.
His phone rang again.
Huang Lei wondered what was going on today. Why was it so lively?
She looked down at the number.
His expression suddenly became slightly serious.
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