Unparalleled Immortal Physician

In fact, Yu Pengju brought this painting today with the intention of selling it here for a good price, and it was actually a commercial strategy to say not to sell it just now.

Seeing everyone's persuasion at this moment, I pretended to be moved by everyone's persuasion, and said hesitantly: "Then I have to call my father for advice, I have no right to do anything myself."

With that said, he turned on the phone.

"Dad, Mr. Meng appraised that painting of ours. It's the real thing. Can Mr. Meng still miss it? However, Mr. Meng likes this painting, and I really don't want us to transfer it. The Journey to the West Mountain is Zhu Rui's works have a lot of potential for value-added, okay, okay, since you said so, Dad, then pass it on to Mr. Meng."

Putting down the phone, Yu Pengju made a somewhat reluctant expression, and said, "Meng Lao, what my father meant was that since Meng Lao gave me face, we can't take advantage of Meng Lao's kindness, so we have to reluctantly part with each other. However, this painting is It was taken at 500 million yuan, Mr. Meng, please don’t make me lose money.”

Mr. Meng stroked his mustache and said with a smile, "Master You, you are so cunning! Playing tricks in front of my old man? Last year, the auction price of this painting in N province was 700 million. You think I don't know. Haha."

This painting was indeed taken in N province with a price of 700 million.

You Pengju was exposed, but his face was neither red nor white, "Meng Lao, the value of ancient paintings is increasing rapidly. You know this better than me."

"No matter how great the value-added space is, you can't just increase the price by five times if you change hands, right?" Someone spoke for Mr. Meng.

Everyone present knew that between Mr. Meng and Mr. You, it would definitely be profitable to stand on Mr. Meng's side.

However, at this time, You Pengju also saw through Meng Lao's extreme love for this painting, so he would not easily succumb to Meng Lao in terms of price.

Thinking of this, You Peng gave some "high opinion" and said: "700 million was a venture capital investment at the time! If it was a fake, wouldn't it all be lost? Now, this painting has been proven to be genuine, and there is no more money left." Risk, the price will naturally go up a lot.”

These words made Zhang Fan admiring: You Pengju, who inherited his businessman father's inheritance, really has two talents!

"Hahaha, the future is awesome!" Meng Lao suddenly laughed mockingly, "So, you must ask the old man to bleed some blood?"

"Look at what you said, Mr. Meng, it seems that I am a rare commodity to live in. Mr. Meng, if you don't believe me, I'll put it up for auction in a short while, and I'm sure there will be a surprise price."

This move was really powerful, soft but hard, it hit Lao Meng's vitals at once.

Meng Lao has been chasing Zhu Rui's works for decades, but he has never had a chance. Now that it is in front of him, Meng Lao would never want to see this painting taken away by others.

You Pengju glanced at Meng Lao with a smile, and saw that Meng Lao's heart had moved, so he struck while the iron was hot, nodded at his followers, and said softly: "Since Meng Lao has no intention, then put away the painting."

The entourage understood You Pengju's meaning, quickly rolled up the scroll, and stuffed it back into the large bag.

"Old Meng, I'll take a step first and go through the auction procedures."

You Peng raised his hand to everyone, led two followers, and walked to the door of the VIP room.

Meng Lao frowned slightly: Although there are still a few of Zhu Rui's paintings in the world, it is rare for someone to sell them.

Since no one sold it, the only auction item was equivalent to an orphan.

Orphan Auction Prices

Meng Lao estimated that the auction price of this painting must be more than 500 million!Moreover, judging from the current trend of the ancient painting market, it is not a problem that the Song Dynasty orphans have increased several times a year!If I don't act decisively, it will be too late to regret.

"Young Master, slow down!"

Meng Lao stood up from the sofa.

You Pengju stopped and turned around, an imperceptible smile flashed across his face: "What? Old Meng——"

"make a deal!"

"Meng Lao, I think you should participate in the auction, maybe you can get a lower price." You Pengju has reached this point, and he still wants to play tricks on Meng Lao.

Old Meng was a little upset by Pengju's obvious teasing, and said in a deep voice, "Thirty-five million, if you still think it's too low, there's nothing I can do."

After speaking, he sat down again, took the antique handed over by others nearby, lowered his head to appreciate it, and ignored You Pengju.

You Pengju regretted it: I blamed me for pretending to be big and provoked Mr. Meng.

He opened the bag, held the painting in his hand again, bowed and handed it to Mr. Meng, and humbly said: "Meng Lao, only you are worthy of this picture of Journey to the West Mountain!"

Old Meng looked up at You Pengju with a smile, "You boy, if you don't walk away, you will fall back! Well, for your father's sake, I don't care about you as a junior. I will write you a check."

"Thank you, Mr. Meng, for your face."

Mr. Meng suppressed the excitement in his heart, took out the check book, put it on the tea table in front of the sofa, picked up a brush, and wrote a check for 500 million.

You Pengju bent over, waiting respectfully, his eyes full of burning anticipation: 500 million!

Zhang Fan, who had been on the sidelines, suddenly sneered, and said in a moderate voice: "Hmph, I've learned a lot, 500 million, buy a fake! It seems that being rich is self-willed!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was stunned!

There seemed to be a thunderclap in the VIP room, shocking everyone.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the eyes were all looking at Zhang Fan!

After finishing filling out the check, Mr. Meng was about to sign the lower right corner of the check. Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the signing pen trembled slightly, stopped, looked up at Zhang Fan, and asked, "This is—"

Qian Liang never expected that Zhang Fan would suddenly shout such a loud voice.

Zhang Fan's reckless behavior is likely to leave a story for people in the circle, saying that Qian Liang didn't know what to do, and led a stunned young man who didn't know the rules to the VIP room.

What's more, Mr. Meng's eyes were clearly showing displeasure at this time.

Mr. Meng can never be offended!

If you don't have the authoritative appraisal of Mr. Meng, you can't play in Jiangqing City's antique circle.

Thinking of this, Qian Liang immediately apologized to Lao Meng with a smile: "This is my friend Xiao Zhang, a newcomer!"

"Can newcomers talk nonsense?" Old Meng's face was covered with a thick layer of frost. Zhang Fan's words were undoubtedly a slap in the face in public: the ancient painting he was optimistic about was called a fake, isn't it? Are you mocking me for being blind?

"That's it, Mr. Meng, Xiao Zhang hasn't come to see this painting all this time, he's making a subjective assumption, Mr. Meng, don't mind." Qian Liang continued to apologize.