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It's no wonder Lao Jin is so excited with the former president, they have only seen the electronic version of this thing, not the real thing!

During the war, many cultural relics were lost, and a large part of those that survived fell into the hands of individual collectors by chance.

Since it is a personal collection, there must be very few opportunities to display it.

The host said: "Thank you very much for Mr. Liu, the collector. It is precisely because of his generosity that this precious calligraphy work can be presented to you. You can have a quick look at it. Please give warm applause to Mr. Liu! It doesn't matter if you don't see enough , Mr. Cui Chenglu's "Self-narrative Post" will be exhibited in the art museum for a period of one month, everyone is welcome to watch!"

There was applause in the venue, and on the judges' side, a Chinese man in a suit and leather shoes stood up and bowed to everyone. He should be the owner of this collection, Mr. Liu.

The audience in the venue, under the guidance of the staff, began to visit in an orderly manner. Several judges awarded trophies to the winning contestants.

Holding the second prize trophy, Yiyi found Zhong Ming and Jiang Wanna.

"Yes, you really won the second prize." Jiang Wanna boasted.

Yiyi curled her lips: "What's the matter, I think I can win the first prize if I work hard."

Zhong Ming Yile: "It's good to have ideals. You can't be inflated. At your level, it's not bad to win the second prize. You have to keep working hard, you know?"

Yiyi was very unhappy: "What do you mean by 'just my level'? What's wrong with my level! The point is, if the first prize is won by a Chinese, it's fine, but it's won by a Westerner, I don't accept it!"

Jiang Wanna was very surprised: "Huh? The first prize won by a Westerner?"

"Yes, it's that blond-haired kid." Yiyi pointed over there.

Zhong Ming and Jiang Wanna looked along Yiyi's hand, and saw the kid holding a big trophy, he looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, slightly older than Yiyi, with blond hair, a standard western boy.

It's no wonder that Yiyi is not convinced, losing to a Westerner in the calligraphy competition must be very upset given her personality.

Zhong Ming smiled and said, "Westerners learn calligraphy so well, it shows that they have worked hard. Go back and continue to practice hard, and strive to win the first prize next time."

Yiyi pouted her mouth, apparently still dissatisfied.

Jiang Wanna said: "Okay, let's read "Self-narrative Posts"."

A few people followed the team and came to the side of the "Self-narrative Post" to observe, and Lao Jin and President Qian were also watching.

The little boy who won the first prize before seemed to be accompanied by his father. Looking at the little boy, he liked this painting very much.

The little boy's father was a tall Westerner. He came to Mr. Liu and said in English, "Hello, Mr. Liu. My name is Macmillan. How much is this calligraphy? I bought it."

Mr. Liu was taken aback, and replied in English: "Private collections are not for sale."

The little boy's father said, "Ten million."

Mr. Liu was stunned.

Really want to buy?

Lao Jin frowned when he heard it.

What's the meaning? This Westerner wants to buy "Self-narrative Post"?

Mr. Liu didn't speak, and McMillan said again: "15 million, or, you can set a price, and I will consider it. My son likes this work very much."

Mr. Liu was really shaken this time.

He did collect some ancient relics, but as long as the price is high, he will still consider it.

This "Self-reporting Tie" is indeed an ancient relic, but it is not too old. It is just a work copied by calligraphers before the war. According to the general auction transaction price, the transaction price of this "Self-narrative Post" should be around eight or nine million. Considering Cui Chenglu's status and the special calligraphic value of his self-reported post, it will be over if it sells for 15 million.

However, judging by what this Westerner means, can the price be raised further?

Is a rich man!

Mr. Liu is very aware of the value of this calligraphy. If it is an authentic copy of "Zixu Tie" handed down, it is a priceless treasure, and it is not uncommon to sell it for hundreds of millions; It is not surprising that there are tens of thousands or hundreds of millions; but this is just the work of a calligrapher in front of the station. Although it is rare, it is far from that level.

If it can be sold for more than 20 million yuan, Mr. Liu will also be tempted.

Lao Jin was not happy: "Do you know calligraphy? This is the crystallization of art belonging to all Chinese people, and it is not measured by money!"

Lao Jin spoke in Chinese, but McMillan smiled and obviously understood.

Then, Macmillan said in very proficient Chinese with a little accent: "This is the artistic crystallization of all Chinese people? No, no, it is Mr. Liu's personal property. And, you say I don't know calligraphy? It's ridiculous, my son just won the first prize in this competition."

Lao Jin was taken aback for a moment, really, the son of this Westerner is the little blond boy who won the first prize.

McMillan added: "If you think it is a priceless treasure, you can buy it at a higher price than me and donate it to the Ming'an Art Museum. I believe the curator will be very grateful for your generosity."

"You!" Lao Jin's face turned red from being suppressed, he is so angry!

Chairman Qian also came and explained: "Sir, I wonder if you understand the value of this calligraphy in calligraphy? Huai Su's "Self-reporting Tie" is known as the best cursive script in the world, but what is the original style? It is already untestable, in other words, this piece of writing is the closest existing work in the world to "Self-reporting Notes". Lao Jin is right, this piece of writing really cannot be measured by money."

McMillan solemnly nodded and said, "I see, thank you for your introduction."

Lao Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to say that this Westerner is quite sensible.

As a result, Macmillan turned to Mr. Liu and said, "Then, 20 million, 5 million is for its artistic value."

"You..." Lao Jin was so angry that this Westerner dared to ask for a price!

Mr. Liu was really shaken this time, and judging by what this Westerner means, if he adds another four or five million, he can still add it!

"Mr. Liu, you can't sell this word!" Lao Jin frowned, "I have no problem selling Chinese things to your own people, but absolutely not to sell them to Westerners!"

Macmillan smiled very disdainfully: "Sir, I don't know what capacity you use to ask Mr. Liu not to sell this work?"

Lao Jin said: "I am a member of the Calligraphy Association, can I?"

Macmillan smiled: "OK, ok. But I think this highlights the incompetence of your Calligraphy Association. If you really have real talents, then I should pay a lot of money to buy your works now, not I’m here to argue with you about the price of this painting.”

Chairman Qian pulled Lao Jin and shook his head slightly, meaning forget it.

There is no way, although he and Lao Jin both like this calligraphy very much, but there is really nothing to do. Now this calligraphy is a personal property, if Mr. Liu really wants to sell it, what reason do they have to stop it?

Lao Jin was very angry, not that he had any prejudice against Westerners, but the key point is that this Macmillan obviously has no accomplishments in calligraphy, but he wanted to buy it because his son was learning calligraphy.

But this kind of historic site, to put it bluntly, is a piece of paper. If it is placed in the hands of the Calligraphy Association, or an art gallery, or even Mr. Liu, it will definitely be kept properly.

But how concerned is McMillan here? Not really. It may not be too long before I get tired of watching it, so I will resell it for auction.

In other words, Lao Jin didn't want this painting to fall into the hands of laymen and waste it in vain.

Macmillan looked at Mr. Liu: "How about it, Mr. Liu, 20 million?"

Mr. Liu hesitated: "This painting will be exhibited in an art gallery recently, why don't we discuss it in detail later..."

Lao Jin's face darkened instantly: "Mr. Liu! Are you really going to sell it to foreigners?"

Macmillan said with a smile: "If you don't want to sell it, that's okay. Why don't you ask this gentleman from the Calligraphy Association to write a calligraphy of the same level, so that you can get the best of both worlds."

Lao Jin was choked and speechless.

If I can write it out, am I still talking nonsense to you here?

The noise here was not too loud, but it still caused a little commotion. The curator of the art museum came over and said to Lao Jin: "Mr. Jin, I can understand your love for calligraphy. But this is a private transaction..."

In fact, if Lao Jin didn't know about this, it would have passed. But selling such a precious calligraphy work to a Westerner who doesn't know much about calligraphy in front of him is really hard for him to accept.

Zhong Ming listened to the situation here with his ears pricked up.

What does it mean, it seems, that Macmillan is going to buy this calligraphy?

It can be seen that Lao Jin is really unhappy. In fact, this is also understandable. Although the concept of national distinction disappeared after the Great War, Chinese people and Chinese culture still have the same origin. Of course, Lao Jin does not want this work to fall into the hands of Westerners, not to mention that he still does not know calligraphy at all. Westerners!

A piece of work must be in the hands of someone who really likes it in order to exert its greatest value.

Zhong Ming even felt that this calligraphy should be kept by the Calligraphy Association, or placed in an exhibition cabinet, so that all Chinese people can see it.

However, Zhong Ming was also very clear that this was a private transaction, and if he wanted to get the painting, there was no problem, as long as he paid more than McMillan's bid.

But the problem is that Macmillan's offer is 20 million.

Not to mention that Zhong Ming doesn't have the money now, even if he did, he wouldn't be able to spend it to buy this calligraphy. He was taken advantage of in vain, and Mr. Liu was taken advantage of.

Zhong Ming could tell that although this Mr. Liu was from China, he was obviously a dealer in cultural relics. At that time, maybe it was a coincidence that I got this calligraphy. I said it was my own collection. In fact, the other party's bid was slightly higher, and I planned to sell it.

But the problem is that he knows who Macmillan is? Can I treat it kindly after buying this painting?

Looking at it, the conversation here is about to come to an end. According to Mr. Liu, he wants to sell.

If it is really sold, it will be difficult to get it out of McMillan.

Zhong Ming happened to come near this group of people and sighed: "Hey, some people are willing to spend 20 million to sell this kind of work. People are really stupid and have a lot of money. It seems that money can't buy culture and IQ. ah."

Macmillan could understand Chinese, but his face turned dark at that time.

This sentence is obviously mocking him!

McMillan said coldly: "It's strange, I spend money to buy something I like, why do so many people come to stop it? You will say that this painting is worth a lot, and then say that it is not worth 20 million yuan Please, those of you who are here to make trouble, at least unify the statement first."

Lao Jin and Chairman Qian also froze for a moment, not knowing what Zhong Ming's intention was.

Zhong Ming smiled: "Mr. McMillan, I'm a straightforward person, so I'm sorry. But I heard what you said before. I bought this calligraphy because of your son?"

Macmillan nodded: "That's right, my son likes it very much. As long as this calligraphy can improve his calligraphy level, then I'm willing to spend the money."

"Hey, that's the truth. Mr. McMillan, I understand your love for your son very much, but in my opinion, there are actually many problems with this painting. Although it is the work of Master Cui Chenglu, it is from his early years. At that time, his artistic level had not yet reached the level of later writing, and the artistic value of "Self-reporting Notes" was naturally much worse."

Mr. Liu can't stand it anymore, what do you mean, this is belittling my collection?

"It's a bunch of nonsense, what is it about the early and late years? You have been talking about it for a long time, but you can come up with the works of Master Cui Chenglu in his later years?" Mr. Liu frowned, "This is the closest to the original version of "Self-narrative Post" in the world Master’s authentic work, you say it’s of low artistic level, why don’t you write one? If you can write better than the master, I won’t sell this painting, and donate it to the Ming’an Art Museum!”

Zhong Ming hurriedly said, "No, it's better to donate to the Calligraphy Association."

Mr. Liu was very angry: "You...are you dreaming?"

McMillan also frowned, and said to the curator: "A person who makes trouble without reason, can you drive out this person who speaks loudly?"

Zhong Ming smiled: "I really dare to write, Mr. Liu, do you really dare to donate?"

Mr. Liu turned his face away.

Lao Jin showed joy on his face, and hurriedly stopped the director of the art museum: "Don't chase people away! I will testify to him, he can really write! Come on, get your pen and ink ready!"

The curator looked at Macmillan, then at Lao Jin.

He knew Lao Jin, and now that Lao Jin had spoken, of course he couldn't really drive Zhong Ming out.

Macmillan sneered: "OK, let him write it. I want to see what he can write. If this oriental man doesn't mind making a fool of himself in front of hundreds of people, I'd be happy to see it."

Lao Jin dragged Zhong Ming away from the crowd and came to an empty table.

During the previous competition, I prepared a lot of pens, ink, inkstone, paperweight, etc., but I don’t need to prepare any more.

Only the paper, "Self-narrative Post" is several meters long, and it needs to be written in a special long scroll, which is also available at the art museum, and the staff quickly brought it over.

Lao Jin asked in a low voice: "You can really write? How sure are you?"

Zhong Ming didn't speak, just picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink.

Then, move the pen like the wind, brush a little bit on the long scroll, and write quickly!