MTL - Cultivating From Obtaining Experience-Chapter 57 There is truth in the painting

  Chapter 57 There is truth in the painting

   The two of them ordered a few dishes at a restaurant near Antique Street, and discussed while eating.

   "So far, that painting is the most suitable, but I am a layman in terms of antiques, and I don't understand the market here. If I want to buy it, I need to find someone who understands it.

   Don’t you have many friends? Do you have any friends who know antiques? "

   "Well, there really is one, and he should be up by now." Li Xinzhu thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

   After waiting for about forty minutes, a young man who was 1.8 meters tall, skinny, with parted hair, and an ordinary-looking young man came to the restaurant where they were eating.

  Drowsy eyes and yawning, it seems that he hasn't woken up much yet.

   "I'm going, Zhuzi, what's going on with you, are you crazy about playing in Red Romance? I'm not a brother, I say you, young people need to know restraint, so as not to regret it when they get older.

  The world is so big, there are many flowers, but the body is the capital. "As soon as I saw Li Xinzhu's current appearance, I suddenly became energetic, and my eyes widened.

   "What the **** is so much nonsense, let me introduce, this is Wang An, my friend, this Meng Wentao, the rich second generation, the little prince of the nightclub, my buddy."

   "What about rich second generation, don't talk nonsense. Tell me, what do you want from me?" Meng Wentao sat on the chair and rubbed his waist.

   "I have taken a fancy to a piece of Wenwan, and I am not sure if I want to ask you to hold my eyes."

   "Wenwan, when did you become interested in this, which store?"

   "Sheng Bao Zhai."

   "Shengbaozhai? It's not easy to find leaks there, and it's not easy to bargain. There are experts, not just one. What do you like? How much does he offer?" Meng Wentao yawned.

   "A painting, on which is a Vajra Arhat, is priced at one million."

   "One million, which famous artist's painting?" Meng Wentao sat up slightly when he heard the price.

"did not ask."

   "Hey, if you don't even ask about this, you're too layman! People probably see that you don't understand, that's why you charged a high price and prepared to kill you."

   "So please come here."

   "Okay, I'll accompany you to take a look later, but when you get there, don't say anything, and act according to my wink."

   "I know, wipe off your eye **** first, and order whatever you want, I'll treat you." Li Xinzhu rubbed his forehead and said.

  His mind is like a pot of eight-treasure porridge that has been boiled for two hours. It is very messy and mushy, and he is on the verge of collapse.

  Meng Wentao asked for a bowl of noodles, finished it quickly, wiped his mouth, and went to Shengbaozhai with them.

   "Yo, Uncle Hong." When he saw that Manager Hong, he greeted with a smile.

   "Xiao Meng, you haven't been here for a long time." Manager Hong said with a smile.

   Seeing that the two are so familiar, it seems that they have known each other for a long time.

   "I still want to see the painting my friend saw just now."

"alright, please wait."

  Manager Hong unfolded the picture scroll, revealing an angry-eyed King Kong.

  Meng Wentao looked at the painting carefully, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top. There is no signature, no seal, only a small poem.

  There is no hiding in the whole world, and there is no image in the whole body.

   All monsters are wiped out, and all Buddhas and demons are wiped out.

   "Uncle Hong, forgive my poor eyesight, this painting is probably not the work of some famous artist?" After looking at it for a while, Meng Wentao raised his head and looked at Manager Hong with a smile.

   "Xiao Meng has good eyesight. Although it has not been signed, this painting is very realistic. From it, you can feel the meaning of the Buddhist King Kong's conquest of demons. This is a rare masterpiece."

   "Hey, Uncle Hong, we all know that this painting is sold for fame, without reputation, no matter how good the painting is, it can't be bought at a high price, right?"

  Haha, Manager Hong smiled and sighed slightly after hearing this.

   "Since you are here, Xiaomeng, I have to save face. This painting is 900,000 yuan."

   "Good guy, if you find someone to come and bet 100,000 yuan, how deep is the water in this article, and what a profit!" Wang An thought after hearing this.

   "900,000? This painting is only 4 square feet, and it costs more than 200,000 per square foot. Paintings by many famous artists cannot be sold at this price." Meng Wentao continued to bargain with Manager Hong.

  The two of you come and go, and professional terms keep jumping out of their mouths.

   Li Xinzhu on the side became a little impatient again, stood up abruptly, and clenched his fists. Wang An raised his hand and pressed lightly, using Tai Chi techniques, and instantly held him in place.

   "Well, this is Tai Chi?" Li Hsinchu stared at Wang An, who hadn't seen him these days, and the other party's kung fu seemed to have improved again.

   “When you feel restless, try to chant.”

  Meng Wentao and Manager Hong over there have already overwhelmed the price of the painting by 600,000 yuan. After talking about this price, Manager Hong will not lower the price no matter what.

  Meng Wentao turned around and winked at the two of them. Seeing this, Wang An called Li Xinzhu to the side of the scroll.

   "Take a good look to see if you like this painting."

  Li Xinzhu stared at the painting, frowning tightly, feeling bored in an indescribable way, subconsciously closing his eyes and turning his head.

   "It's a good look." Wang An whispered, Li Xinzhu forced himself to look at the painting after hearing it, and suddenly his body shook, and he became dizzy for no reason.

  While Li Xinzhu was looking at the ancient painting, Wang An was also looking at the ancient painting.

   "You watched an ancient painting, and your mind was slightly affected." The prompt appeared again.

  They were looking at the painting, but Manager Hong was observing them.

   "The reaction of these two people is a bit strange!"

  Especially that young man, with dark circles, bloodshot eyes, a listless but manic look, no matter how he looks like a normal person.

   And looking at his expression on this painting, his brows are all wrinkled, as if he doesn't like this painting, he is acting for me here!

   Manager Hong stared at him carefully, afraid that the other party would tear up the painting on impulse.

   Li Xinzhu stared at the painting, clenched his hands into fists, his body tensed, and suddenly moved half a step forward.

  The next second a hand landed on his shoulder, seemingly lightly pressed, and a force fell on Li Xinzhu's shoulder, as if several bags of noodles were pressed on it at once, the shoulder tilted unconsciously, the legs bent, and the body suddenly stabilized.

  Li Xinzhu subconsciously turned his head to look at Wang An, only to see that he was staring at the painting.

   "It is necessary to buy this painting."

  Wang Anxin thought that this painting could not only help Li Xinzhu heal his heart disease, but it might also help him. After all, one of the kung fu he is practicing now is Vajra Zen Palm.

  If one can comprehend a trace of Vajra Zen from this painting, it may be helpful to the practice of this skill. It's just that the price is indeed high, that's hundreds of thousands!

   "Then let's discuss it again, thank you Uncle Hong." Meng Wentao spoke at the side.

   "Walk slowly, welcome to come often." Manager Hong sent them away with a smile.

  He can basically be sure now that they will come again in all likelihood.

  (end of this chapter)