It is no wonder that Lao Jin and the former president are so excited, this thing they have only seen the electronic version, have not seen the physical object!

During the war, many cultural relics were lost, and most of the relics that were preserved fell in the hands of individual collectors by chance.

Since it is a personal collection, the opportunity to show it must be very few.

The host said: "Thank you very much to the collector Mr. Liu, it is also because of his generosity that this precious calligraphy work can meet you."You can see it, please give a warm applause to Mr. Liu!It doesn't matter if you don't see enough, Mr. Cui Chenglu's "Self-narrative Post" will also be displayed in the museum for a month, and everyone is welcome to watch it!"

Applause sounded in the field, and on the side of the judge, a Chinese man in a suit and leather stood up and bowed to everyone, who 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 presented trophies to the winners.

Embraced the second prize trophy, find the bell ringing and Jiang Wanna.

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

I said, “What’s this, I think I’m trying to win the first prize.”

Zhong Mingyi: "There is an ideal is a good thing, can not swell, on your level, take a second prize is good, you have to continue to work hard to know?" 」

Yi Yi was very unhappy: "What is 'on my level', what is my level!"The key is that if the first prize is taken by a Chinese, even if it is taken by a Westerner, I am not convinced!”

Gina was surprised: “Ah?“The first prize for Westerners?”

"Yes, that little boy with the golden hair."I mean it over there.

Zhong Ming and Jiang Wanna looked at Yi Yi's hand and saw the child holding the big trophy, looking like a thirteen or forty-four-year-old, slightly larger than Yi Yi, blond hair, the standard Western little boy.

It is no wonder that the calligraphy competition lost to a Westerner, and her character must be very unhappy.

Zhong Ming smiled: "People in Westerners have learned calligraphy so well, indicating that people have worked hard, you quickly continue to practice well, and strive for the next time to win the first prize."

With a small mouth, he was clearly unconvinced.

Jiang Wanna said, "Okay, let's go see the self-talk."

A few people followed the team and came to the "self-narrative" to observe, and the old money and the president of money were also watching.

The little boy who won the first prize before seemed to be accompanied by his father, looking at the little boy, and liked the word very much.

The little boy's father, a tall Westerner, came to Mr. Liu and said in English: "Hello, Mr. Liu, my name is Macmillan."How much is this word?I bought it.”

Mr. Liu replied in English: "Private collections, will not be sold."

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

Mr. Liu stood still.

Really want to buy?

Old Kim frowned straight beside him.

What do you mean?Should Westerners buy self-talk?

Mr. Liu did not say a word, Macmillan said: "15 million, or, you open a price, I will consider."My son loves this book.”

This time, Mr. Liu was a little shaken.

He did collect some antiquities, but the price of this thing as long as it opened high, it would still be considered.

This "self-narrative" is indeed an antiquity, but it is not too old, but it is only a copy of the pre-war calligrapher.If according to the general auction price, the transaction price of this "self-narrative" should be about 8 or 9 million.Considering Cui Chenglu's status and his temporary self-narrative posts have some special calligraphic value, selling for 15 million will come to an end.

But, look at the meaning of this Westerner, can it be more expensive?

He is a rich man!

Mr. Liu is very clear about the value of this word, if it is the true handwriting of the "self-narrative" handed down, it is priceless, selling hundreds of millions is not surprising; if it is a high imitation of the ancient calligrapher, it is not surprising to sell tens of millions, hundreds of millions; but this is only a masterpiece in front of the station, although rare, but also far from that degree.

If you can sell more than 20 million, Mr. Liu will also be excited.

Old Kim was not happy on the side: “Do you understand the book?”This is the artistic crystallization of the whole Chinese people, not measured by money!”

Old Kim said it in Chinese, but Macmillan smiled, apparently understanding.

Then, in Chinese with a very skilled but a little accent, Macmillan said: "This is the artistic crystallization of the whole Chinese people."No, no, no, it is Mr. Liu's personal belonging.And it's ridiculous that you say I don't understand calligraphy, and my son has just won the first prize in this competition."

Old Kim, it is true, this Westerner's son, is the first prize of the blond boy.

Macmillan added, “If you think it’s priceless, you can buy it at a higher price than I can, and donate it to the Ming’an City Museum of Art, and I’m sure the director will be very grateful for your generosity.”

“You!”Old Kim was holding his face a little red, this angry!

President Qian also came and explained: "This gentleman, I don't know if you understand the value of this word in calligraphy?"Wysu's "Self-narrative" is called the world's first cursive book, but what the original is in fact, it is no longer possible to test, in other words, this word is the closest in the world's "self-narrative" work.Old King is right, this word cannot be measured by money.”

Macmillan nodded, "So, thank you for your introduction."

Old Jin relaxed his tone and wanted to say that this Westerner was quite sensible.

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

"You . . . old gold is not angry, this Westerner is very dare to bid!"

Mr. Liu is really shaken this time, and look at the meaning of this Westerner, if he adds another four or five million, he can add it!

“Mr. Liu, you can’t sell that word!”Old Jin frowned, "Chinese things, you sell to yourself I have no opinion, sell to Westerners absolutely not!"

Macmillan laughed disdainfully: "This gentleman, I don't know what kind of identity you are asking Mr. Liu not to sell this work?" 」

He said, “I’m a member of the calligraphy association, okay?”

Macmillan smiled, “Ok, ok.But I think it accentuates more of the incompetence of your calligraphy association, and if you really have the talent to learn, then now I should buy your work at a great price, rather than arguing with you about the price of the word here."

The money will pull the old gold, slightly shaking his head, meaning to count.

No way, although he and the old Jin do particularly like this word, but there is really no way, now this word is a personal item, if Mr. Liu really want to sell, what reason do they both have to stop?

Old Kim was choking enough not to say that he had any preconceptions about Westerners, but the point was that Macmillan apparently had no knowledge of calligraphy, but because his son was studying calligraphy, so he was going to buy it.

But this kind of monument, to put it bluntly, is a piece of paper, if placed in the calligraphy association, or art museum, or even Mr. Liu's hands, will certainly be properly kept.

But how much will Macmillan care about it?Not really.It may not be long before it is too late, and when you are tired, you will change hands to auction.

In other words, Lao Jin did not want this word to fall into the hands of the outsiders, and it was abused in vain.

Macmillan looked at Mr. Liu: “Well, Mr. Liu, 20 million?”

Mr. Liu hesitated: "This painting is going to be exhibited in the museum recently, it is better to talk about it later..."

The old gold’s face was instantly dark: “Mr. Liu!“Do you really want to sell to foreigners?”

Macmillan laughed, "If you don't want to sell, you can, you might as well ask the gentleman of the calligraphy association to write a word of the same level, so that the two have the best of both."

Kim was choked on nothing.

If I could write it, would I still be here to talk nonsense?

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

In fact, if the old man did not know this thing, it would have passed.But in his face to sell such a precious calligraphy work to a Westerner who does not understand calligraphy at all, which is really difficult for him to accept.

The bell clasped its ears and listened to the situation here.

What do you mean, it looks like Macmillan is going to buy this calligraphy?

As you can see, old gold is really not happy.In fact, this is also understandable, although there is no concept of country after the war, but the Chinese and Chinese culture is still the same root, old Jin certainly does not want this work to fall into the hands of Westerners, not to mention the Westerners do not understand the calligraphy at all!

A piece of work, must be in the hands of people who really like it, in order to play the greatest value.

Even Zhong Ming felt that this word should be kept by the calligraphy association, or put in the exhibition cabinet, so that all Chinese people can watch.

However, Zhong Ming also knew very well that this was a private transaction, and he wanted to get the painting to hand, no problem, and paid more than Macmillan's bid.

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

Don't say that Zhong Ming now does not have this money, even if there is, it is impossible to take out out to buy this word, white and wronged, cheap this Mr. Liu.

Zhong Ming saw that although Mr. Liu was a Chinese, he was obviously a cultural relics dealer.At that time, it may be because of what chance to get this word, said it is their own collection, in fact, the other side's bid is slightly higher, it intends to sell.

But the question is, does he know who Macmillan is?Can you be well after buying this word?

Looking at it, the dialogue here is about to be finished, look at Mr. Liu's meaning, he wants to sell.

If it is sold, it will be difficult to take it out of Macmillan's hands.

Zhong Ming just came to this group of people, sighed: "Oh, this kind of work even people are willing to spend 20 million to sell, really people stupid money, it seems that there is money, can not buy culture, can not buy IQ ah."

Macmillan could understand Chinese, and his face was dark.

This is obviously an ironic to him!

Macmillan coldly said, "Strange, I spend money to buy a thing I like, why so many people to stop it?"As soon as you say that the word is very valuable, and you will say that it is not worth 20 million, please, at least first unify the words."

Old money and the president of money also faltered, not knowing the intention of the bell ringing this move.

Zhong Ming smiled, “Mr. Macmillan, I’m sorry for being straight-talking.But I heard what you said before, and bought the word because of your son?”

Macmillan nodded, "Yes, my son loves it very much, and as long as this word improves some of his writing, I'm willing to spend the money."

“Oh, that’s the reason.Mr. Macmillan, I understand your beloved son very well, but it seems to me that this word actually has a lot of problems, although this is the work of Master Cui Chenglu, but it was made in his early years.At that time, the level of art, which had not yet reached the later level, was naturally much worse in terms of artistic value.

Mr. Liu can't listen to it, what does it mean, this is to devalue my collection?

“What is the meaning of old age, is it important?”You have been here for half a day, but you can come up with the works of Master Cui Chenglu in his later years?"Mr. Liu frowned, "This is the world's closest to the original "self-proclaimed" original master of the real work, you say that its artistic level is low, it is better for you to write a?If you can write better than the master, I will not sell this painting, donating it to the Ming'an City Museum!"

Zhong Ming hurriedly said, "No, or donate to the calligraphy association."

Mr. Liu was very happy: “You... you are dreaming?”

Macmillan also frowned and said to the curator, “Can a man who is unreasonable and troublesome, can you drive out this arrogant person?”

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

Mr. Liu straight turned his face.

Old gold was full of joy, hastening to stop the director of the museum: "Don't rush people!I gave him a testimony that he could write!Hurry up, get ready!”

The curator looked at Macmillan and then at Old King.

He knew old Kim, and now the old blond, of course, can't really throw the bell out.

Macmillan sneered, “OK, let him write, I want to see what he can write.”If this Oriental doesn't mind being ugly in front of hundreds of people, I'd like to see it."

Old Kim tugged at the bell and walked out of the crowd to an empty table.

Before the game, pen, ink, paper, etc. were prepared a lot, but no longer have to prepare.

Only paper, "self-narrative" a few meters in full length, must be written in a special long volume, the museum side also, the staff quickly took it.

The old man whispered, “Can you really write?”How sure?”

The bell did not speak, just lifted the pen and dched the ink.

Then, the pen is like the wind, brush the dots on the long roll, and write it down quickly!