Chapter 222 My uncle drove himself to Yanjing to help
"You want them all?!" Director Wang was shocked when he heard this.
330,000
Not three thousand three thousand or thirty-three thousand, but a full three hundred and thirty thousand!
"Director Wang, the Chinese American didn't pay the deposit, and you didn't sign any agreement. If you sell it to me, does it count as a loss of credit?"
"Besides, if you sell it to him, these calligraphy and paintings will definitely flow to the United States and even all over the world. After all, this is our country's art. You might as well sell it to me and I will treasure it." Fang Minghua followed suit.
Director Wang looked at him blankly, and then said after a moment: "Editor Fang, what you said is actually nothing. The question is, can you come up with so much money? We need it once Sex pays off!”
Oh. So that’s what I was worried about.
Fang Minghua suddenly felt relieved. He stood up and pointed at the landline phone on his desk and asked, "Director Wang, can this phone of yours make long distance calls?"
"Yes."
Fang Minghua walked over and picked up the phone and dialed a phone number.
"Tangtang, it's me, Minghua." Fang Minghua said into the microphone: "I am now at the National History Museum in Yanjing. I want to buy a batch of calligraphy and paintings. I need 330,000 yuan. You can give me away immediately. Withdraw the money or transfer it? I'll ask later."
After that, Fang Minghua turned to Director Wang.
"Director Wang, do you want cash or transfer?"
"Transfer is a bit slow but it's OK."
In the 1980s, long-distance transfers were unlike later generations. They were extremely slow and took at least a week to arrive. Sometimes they were not as fast as cash transactions.
After hearing this, Fang Minghua said a few words into the phone, then put down the phone and said with a smile.
"Director Wang, let me give you cash. I will arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest. I will come and trade with you then." After saying that, Fang Minghua stood up and stretched out his right hand.
"Goodbye!"
"Goodbye"
When Fang Minghua left, Director Wang woke up from a dream.
Is this true or false?
No matter so much.
Let’s talk about it when the money comes. Anyway, I don’t let the eagle fly when I see the rabbit!
Fang Minghua came out of the museum without wandering around. He piled on the bus and went straight to the General Political Courtyard and stayed at Song Tangtang's grandfather's house.
Grandma and grandpa were extremely happy when their grandson-to-be arrived. Fang Minghua didn't run around this time. He just stayed in the General Political Courtyard and danced with his grandpa.
At noon on the third day, Fang Minghua was watering the flowers in the yard with a kettle when he saw a jeep with military plates driving to the entrance of the small courtyard. A man and a woman jumped out of the car, wearing The man in military uniform is holding a large travel bag.
It turned out to be Song Tangtang and her brother Song Yuemin!
Looking dusty.
"Tangtang. Brother Yuemin, why are you here?" Fang Minghua hurriedly approached and asked.
"You asked my sister to come to Yanjing alone with hundreds of thousands of cash. You are quite relieved." Song Yuemin said.
“Didn’t I say let the Red Army help.”
“He? He is busier than his father now!”
As he said this, grandma and grandpa came out of the house. When I came out, I saw my grandchildren coming. I was surprised and happy, so I quickly let them in.
"Yuemin, do you have a mission in Beijing?" Grandpa asked with concern.
"Yes, it's an important task." After saying that, he glanced at Fang Minghua who was sitting aside.
"I understand, I won't ask anymore." Grandpa laughed.
Grandma asked Zhang Luo to cook for the two of them, but Song Yuemin said that he had already eaten, and now we are going out immediately to do something with Fang Minghua.
"What is it? They are all mysterious." "It's not a big deal. Brother Yuemin said that he is free now and would take me and Tangtang to meet a friend." Fang Minghua said quickly. .
"Oh, then go and come back quickly. Come back for dinner in the evening." Grandma greeted.
The three of them got in the car again. The jeep slowly left the compound and immediately drove towards Tiananmen Square. Fang Minghua was sitting in the front passenger seat. Through the rearview mirror of the car window, he was surprised to find that there was something behind the jeep. Follow a liberation truck with the same military region license plate number!
"Brother Yuemin, did you bring this?" Fang Minghua asked in surprise.
"Of course. Your 9,000 paintings and calligraphy will probably need to be packed in several large boxes, right? How can you fit them in a jeep?" Song Yuemin replied, turning his head and looking at him again:
"Minghua, did you spend all the money from marrying my sister to buy calligraphy and paintings?!"
"Brother," Song Tangtang, who was sitting in the back row, muttered.
Fang Minghua laughed after hearing this: "Brother Yuemin, look at what you said. Don't worry, I will definitely marry Tangtang back home!"
"I'm kidding you. , I know that you are not only good at writing articles, but you are also good at doing business. Did you make a profit this time by investing in the Red Army company?”
“Hey, it’s a joke, it’s a joke”
"I Ming Hua, is it worth your huge sum of money to buy these calligraphy and paintings?!" As he spoke, Song Yuemin's tone became serious.
"It's worth it!" Fang Minghua's voice was crisp.
“A large number of old artists such as Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Li Kuchan, etc., their works themselves have high artistic value and should be collected. Besides, these people have passed away, and their works will definitely increase in value.”
"Then you won't buy so much at once?" Song Yuemin argued.
"I am Han Xin's commander, the more the merrier, and it is better to have them in my hands than to be lost overseas, right?"
"According to what you said, are you contributing to the national cultural relics? ”
"I really think so."
"Che" Song Yuemin said nothing more.
He knows his soon-to-be brother-in-law very well.
People outside think that he is a great writer and talented, but in fact he knows that sometimes he is smarter than a businessman.
The two vehicles arrived at the entrance of the museum quickly, one after the other. Song Yuemin asked the three soldiers in the truck to wait outside. He and his sister followed Fang Minghua in with their big travel bags.
Director Wang of the museum was studying a copybook with a magnifying glass in his office when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fang Minghua walking in with a smile on his face, followed by two officers, one man and one woman in military uniforms!
I saw the male officer put the travel bag on his desk, opened the zipper, and found bundles of "Great Unity."
"Director Wang, The money is here, 330,000 yuan, you can ask someone to make it clear.”
Seeing Director Wang's surprised look, Fang Minghua explained with a smile; "Director Wang, this is my partner, and this is my partner's brother. Don't worry, this money is all mine. Basically it is royalties or money spent in Xiangjiang." And the royalties from Japanese publishing, there is absolutely no problem with the source.”
Seeing so much money, Director Wang no longer hesitated and immediately called the financial staff to come up and the two parties signed the purchase contract.
Such a large amount of money is naturally uncomfortable, so Fang Minghua suggested that he could directly go to the bank and deposit it into the other party's account.
"I'll follow you to the bank." Song Yuemin said.
"Tangtang, we are going to see the paintings with Director Wang." Fang Minghua said.
The three of them split up. Fang Minghua followed Director Wang downstairs and entered a storage room. Sure enough, Fang Minghua saw two coffins placed inside!
After asking, I found out that the coffin was also a cultural relic and did not bury the dead. It was left by an official during the Guangxu period for himself after he retired and returned to his hometown. However, in the end it was not used for some unknown reason.
It takes time to count more than 8,000 calligraphy and paintings. It took a full two hours to complete the count. Song Tangtang immediately called the soldiers guarding the door to come in and put the tied paintings into four prepared military supplies. Big box, carried out and put on the truck.
The last three people drove away, leaving Director Wang standing at the entrance of the museum in a daze.
(End of this chapter)