20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3188 Knight's Journey

The item Tang Shuang put up for auction this time was a small-character calligraphy of Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing" created by Zhao Changan, Tang Wenxuan and Zheng Wenzhen.

We had agreed on the phone before that Tang Wenxuan and Zheng Wenzhen would write the first two thirds, and Zhao Changan would complete the last one third.

Zhao Changan didn't dare to say whether anyone would participate in the auction, but he still hoped that he could bid for this calligraphy work of small regular script, which was completed by the cooperation of "father-in-law and son-in-law, master and apprentice", as a good story.

However, halfway through the journey, Zhao Changan received a call from Tang Shuang, and he stopped the car in the emergency lane to answer the call.

"Mi Xiaoyin took this calligraphy for three million yuan in the name of Changan Real Estate."

On the other end of the phone, Tang Shuang was obviously a little unhappy: "She is really capable, squandering the partner's money."

Changan Real Estate’s current registered assets are 650 million yuan, of which Zhao Changan contributed 300 million yuan, becoming the largest shareholder.

Mi Xiaoyin and the others contributed equally and shared the remaining 330 million.

Among the three million, one million, three hundred and eighty thousand was Zhao Changan’s money, and this set of calligraphy also became a real estate investment of Changan Real Estate.

"Let her take the photo. When we have time, your father, teacher and I will work together to write a few more. We will write as many photos as people want, 3 million each. Even if Bill Gates comes, we can make him look like a pauper."

"Pfft~"

Tang Shuang smiled brightly on the other end of the phone: "Have you arrived yet? You have a speech at the 4 o'clock meeting. If you can't come, I won't make up the numbers in the morning."

"It will be soon. It will only take about ten minutes."

Zhao Changan comforted Tang Shuang, but he regretted knowing that this was the first time that three people had worked together to write a piece of calligraphy, and it would probably never happen again in the future.

My father-in-law, Tang Wenxuan, grew up in North America and was deeply influenced by penmanship. In recent years, he has also practiced calligraphy with a brush in his spare time, but his calligraphy is too artificial. One can clearly see the stroke connection and transition endings that are deeply influenced by the writing habits of English letters.

Just like those workers in Jingdezhen who have been writing the same few words on bowls for decades, the handwriting looks okay, but in the eyes of experts it is horrible. This is one of the important reasons why Zhao Changan wants to buy back this set of calligraphy.

It was already a bit too much to let his father-in-law lose face for charity. How could Zhao Changan force him to continue? Then he, as a son-in-law, would be too unkind.

Although Tang Wenxuan's calligraphy skills are average, his appreciation of calligraphy is still very good, and he certainly knows the level of his own handwriting.

Besides, Qi Xiu can indulge Zhao Changan once, but it is impossible for her to indulge him forever.

Zhao Changan didn't say these words to Tang Shuang. In the eyes of Tang Shuang, who didn't know much about calligraphy, Zhao Changan guessed that she thought her father Tang Wenxuan's handwriting was the best, Zhao Changan was second, and Zheng Wenzhen's handwriting was the worst.

However, in reality, the opposite is true.

If Zheng Wenzhen's calligraphy was rated 90 points, Zhao Changan would be 80 points, and Tang Wenxuan would be less than 50 points.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Changan took out his phone and wanted to make a call, but decided to send a text message to Mi Xiaoyin.

"Your three million is a waste of the company's assets."

Then continue driving.

After waiting for less than three minutes, Zhao Changan's phone buzzed. It was a reply from Mi Xiaoyin.

"This calligraphy is definitely worth more than three million. Besides, since it's a charity auction, a bag of instant noodles can be sold for 100,000, so three million is not too much for this calligraphy." Zhao Changan ignored Mi Xiaoyin and was shocked in his heart. Did Mr. Li, who had been making 10,000 yuan every year in the past few years, meet a fool or a supporting actor this time?

-

Zhao Changan drove to Fengjing Ancient Town. It was not yet four o'clock in the afternoon, but most of these private entrepreneurs had already entered the outdoor badminton court of Fengjing Hotel, which had been temporarily converted into an open-air meeting room for speeches and campaign reports.

Two or three hundred private entrepreneurs gathered together, and one could feel the rapid and vigorous development of Mingzhu's private enterprises in recent years.

There are many female entrepreneurs among them, among whom Tang Shuang and Mi Xiaoyin stand out like a crane among chickens.

Tang Shuang sat in the middle of the front row, with an empty seat next to her reserved for Zhao Changan.

Mi Xiaoyin sat on the right side of the third row at the back. As a newly registered private joint-stock enterprise, the fact that she could sit in the third row in itself illustrates the city's attitude and expectations towards Changan Real Estate.

Zhao Changan's arrival caused a sensation. Those who knew him came over to greet him, and those who didn't know him were talking with emotion to the private entrepreneurs around them about this extremely young Forbes richest man in China.

Sun Cunde, who was in a mess because of the strawberry garden last year, still took the initiative to talk to Zhao Changan at the social gathering last year. This year, Zhao Changan's eyes scanned the group of entrepreneurs like a high-resolution camera. Not to mention Sun Cunde, even the private entrepreneurs who cooperated with Sun Cunde did not show up.

There were about twenty or thirty fewer old faces inside and outside the place, and thirty or forty more new faces.

It can be said that at this stage, private enterprises are also constantly engaged in brutal competition, and the survival of the fittest is undergoing a reshuffle.

The missing twenty or thirty old faces does not mean that all their businesses have collapsed. It is likely that a small half of them have collapsed, and the sales and profits and taxes of the remaining businesses do not meet the meeting standards.

The organizers of the meeting, the Mingzhu Municipal Bureau of Commerce and the venue managers of the Comprehensive Service Office Center, saw Zhao Changan arrive and hurried over to greet him.

After exchanging a few words, Zhao Changan walked over to Tang Shuang and sat on the chair next to her. Seeing that her pretty face was still a little tense, he smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, is it that serious?"

"I just told my mom about this, and she called me stupid. My dad's handwriting is the worst, at the level of an elementary school student. She said that even if it's 3 million, you should buy it. First, our One Nano has a lot of donations every year, and since you want to be the president, 30 million is a token of your loyalty. Is my dad's handwriting really that bad? I think it's very good, better than Bibi and your master."

Tang Shuang tilted her head and looked at Zhao Changan, hoping to get a positive answer from him.

But someone as smart as her already had the correct answer in her mind at this time.

Zheng Wenzhen's brush calligraphy can definitely be ranked in the top 30 among the old domestic calligraphy artists who are still alive. However, Tang Shuang thinks that his brush calligraphy is the worst among the three. She was confused at the time, but now after being awakened by her mother, she has realized her misjudgment on this matter.

This matter could not be hidden from Tang Shuang, so Zhao Changan had to say: "My calligraphy is just average and not very satisfactory, but Master's calligraphy is full of vigor and vitality, and has a very artistic conception."

"What did my father write?"

Tang Shuang asked.

"Uncle Tang writes very well."

Zhao Changan.

"Pfft~"

Tang Shuang laughed.

(End of this chapter)