Chapter 172 Eight Hundred Million
After arriving at the courtyard, Cheng’s father said to Li Le: “Xiao Le, this is the real estate manager, and he wants to buy a collection of Mr. Wu’s paintings from you. "
"Okay! Come into the room and talk!" Li Le made an invitation gesture.
To be honest, if it was just Mr. Lang, Li Le would not let him enter the house, but now that Cheng's father is here, Li Le would not let him enter the house when Cheng's father came. Isn't that a joke?
The three people came to the room, and Li Le said, "Please sit down."
Dad Cheng didn't need to be polite at all and sat down directly, but this Mr. Lang didn't. He ran out in a swish and went straight to Li Le's blog.
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Li Le was originally very angry, but when he saw Mr. Lang arriving in front of the antique shelf, he didn't do anything and just looked at the antiques on it.
He didn't even touch it, so Li Le didn't continue talking.
At this time, Dad Cheng quickly said to Li Le: "Xiao Le, don't be angry, Mr. Lang is like this, he doesn't care about antiques when he comes across them."
"It's okay, uncle." Li Le smiled.
At this time, Dad Cheng also found something that interested him. When he came in just now, he didn't look at it carefully at all. Now that Mr. Lang is like this, he also asked him to look at it carefully.
It didn't matter at this glance, he saw all kinds of old wines on the wine rack. Now Dad Cheng couldn't sit still and ran over quickly.
Li Le just smiled. Li Le's attitude towards Dad Cheng was completely different. Don't say that Dad Cheng just went to take a look. Even if Dad took away all the wine on the wine rack, Li Le wouldn't say anything.
Of course, Dad Cheng wouldn't do this either.
"Xiao Le, you stinky boy, you have so many good wines and you don't tell me anything." Dad Cheng shouted, then touched this bottle and looked at that bottle.
"Uncle, as you said, didn't I send you a few bottles two days ago?"
Looking at Li Le's innocent eyes, Cheng's father didn't know what to say, because Li Le was right. He did give him wine two days ago, and he also gave him six bottles.
But what Dad Cheng wants is not quantity, he wants variety. In Dad Cheng's opinion, the six bottles of wine Li Le sent over should be six kinds of wine.
Dad Cheng looked at all the wines, put them down, and then came to the Bogu rack.
"Mr. Lang, what are you doing?"
"Mr. Cheng, treasures, they are all treasures." Mr. Lang said excitedly as he looked at the things on the Bogu shelf.
Although the gentleman was a bit abrupt, he was still very measured. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't reach out to touch any of it, he just looked at it excitedly.
"Hey, isn't it just an antique?" Dad Cheng said nonchalantly.
For Dad Cheng, who has no interest in antiques, this thing is not as practical as a bottle of old wine.
Hearing what Dad Cheng said, the manager was speechless and said, "Mr. Cheng, these are not ordinary antiques. These are treasures, priceless treasures."
"Uh!" Dad Cheng was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure this thing is worth a fortune?"
"Mr. Cheng, I think you should know that I am not interested in anything except collecting antiques. I have been doing this for decades. Whether it is good or bad, I can tell at a glance. They are all really treasures.”
"Okay!" Dad Cheng knows this Mr. Lang well. As he said, this man is a collector. As long as he hears that there are antiques for sale somewhere, he will rush there even if the business is not done.
Just like this time, the two of them were discussing business. When chatting, they talked about an auction a few days ago. How could something like an auction be missed without Mr. Lang?
Of course, it was also because Dad Cheng also participated that the two of them could chat, and Mr. Wu's paintings were mentioned.
At that time, the manager's attention was focused on the antiques that Li Le had put up for auction, and he really had no interest in the paintings of a modern painter.
But in the past few days, many of the topics that his Tibetan friends talked about were that painting, which made him interested, and he started chatting with Dad Cheng.
When Dad Cheng knew that Mr. Lang was interested in Mr. Wu's paintings, he thought that Li Le was going to trade the paintings privately, so he told the Mr. Lang that he knew someone who had Mr. Wu's paintings.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Lang stopped talking about business, so he asked Dad Cheng to bring him over, and Dad Cheng called Li Le to come over.
"Mr. Li, I wonder if these can be parted?" Mr. Lang said to Li Le while looking at the antiques on the shelf.
Li Le looked at the Mr. Lang speechlessly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lang, I don't intend to sell these."
Li Le was not being perfunctory, nor was he trying to raise the price, but he really didn't intend to sell. He used to sell antiques because he needed money, but now he has no shortage of money, so why would he still sell.
Moreover, the antiques on the ancient shelves now are not the ones before. These are all treasures, as Mr. Lang said.
Even if it were for sale, he would not sell these.
Hearing that Li Le was not selling, Mr. Lang was a little disappointed. He glanced at Bogu Jia again and said, "Mr. Li, I wonder if I can part with one piece?"
After saying that, without waiting for Li Le to refuse, he quickly said: "Mr. Li, please don't refuse. Listen to what I have to say. It's like this. My mother is a Buddhist practitioner. I want to invite this Jade Guanyin back." To my mother."
"Mr. Lang, I."
Before Li Le could finish speaking, the manager interrupted him and said, "Six hundred million, I'll give you six hundred million. I think Mr. Li, as a collector, should know that the price I gave is definitely not low."
"Mr. Lang, this is not about money at all, but I have no intention of selling at all." Li Le shook his head.
"Eight hundred million, Mr. Li has so many treasures here, he doesn't care about this one, right?"
In fact, what Mr. Lang said was right. Li Le really didn't care about this one thing. He had more than a hundred pieces in his hands, but about eight hundred, including more than just this Jade Guanyin.
It's just different. Those are now placed in the west wing because there is no place to put them.
But even so, Li Le still doesn't want to sell, because if you sell one of these things, you will lose one, because Li Le plans to see if he can build a museum or something in the future.
"Xiao Le, why don't you sell one to Mr. Lang." Dad Cheng said at this time.
Of course, Dad Cheng didn't know the situation. He thought Li Le was raising the price, and it was just a piece of jade Guanyin worth 800 million. What could he do with 800 million?
Of course Li Le knew what Dad Cheng was thinking and what Dad meant. Because he knew, he didn't know how to tell Dad Cheng.
Li Le thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, since Uncle Cheng said it, I'll sell it to you."
(End of chapter)