Actor he doesn't want to be a eunuch

Chapter 782 Brother, I want money!
Qian Chen didn't meet any guests at Anxi's house.

Instead, the site was chosen on the side of the courtyard. The renovation of this side has almost been completed. The West Court, which was originally used for office work, has now taken on a completely new look.

The other two yards only have some finishing touches left.

From the beginning of the year to the present, it has been renovated for almost ten months.

The decoration company went all out.

Ordinary people finish the renovation by smashing the wall, and wait for the pipeline workers to be free before continuing to install, but for Qian Chen, they sent the most outstanding and top-notch construction workers, and workers from all links entered the site immediately.

If it is not necessary to strive for excellence everywhere, in fact, it can be installed in half a year.

"It's a great place, it's a great place. After seeing your yard, I want to buy a property in the north." Jiang Baichuan didn't expect Qian Chen to make an appointment here.

After looking at Qian Chen's yard, he even wanted to buy a set, which would be pretty good for storing his collection.

He lives in the south, and there is a rainy season every year, so the collection must be carefully taken care of.

"Haha, the north is better than the north, and the south is better than the south. The spring water is as clear as the sky. Painting a boat and sleeping in the rain, please!"

Qian Chen invited him to the study.

After entering the door, Jiang Baichuan was immediately stunned by the paintings and calligraphy hanging in the study.

Qian Chen hung all the words written for him in the study, hanging there in rows.

The fragrance of ink wafted through his nostrils, and his eyes were full of Zhao Mengfu.

The words are as if written by Zhao Mengfu himself. I only read a song "Xingxiangzi·Guo Qili Seto" before, and I just think it looks like it. Now, when I see these words on Zhao Mengfu's original handwriting that he has seen with his own eyes, he can't tell them apart. What is the difference between the two.

If Qian Chen really wants to cheat him, find someone to make it old and tell him that this is the authentic work of Zhao Mengfu.

He was afraid that he would pay money foolishly.

"It's really... that's great." Jiang Baichuan staggered up, caressing the words with shaking hands.

It feels like all the collection dreams of this life have been fulfilled at this moment.

"President Jiang, don't worry, come and have some tea and take your time." Qian Chen was really afraid that the old man would die if he rolled his eyes.

What's so exciting.

Copying is copying after all.

Qian Chen did not expect to live by copying, so he has his own set of fonts, which is also very good.

In the palace at that time, it was already top-notch.

It is better than those written by Zhongliang.

It's just not as good as those great calligraphers of the same period.

But in the modern society, he dares to say that in calligraphy and painting, there is not much that can beat him.

It's just that calligraphy and painting are all based on hype now.

If Qian Chen didn't focus on this, he would naturally not be recognized by the mainstream circle.

"You're laughing. Although I'm well-informed, I really don't know Mount Tai." Jiang Baichuan apologized with his fists cupped, calmed down, and sat down at the tea table.

"It's just a copy. If my own handwriting can reach this level, Mr. Jiang will not be too late to be surprised."

Qian Chen really didn't think this was such a ridiculous thing.

It's not like he hasn't encountered similar genius eunuchs, and his handwriting is even better than his own.

It's a pity that as soon as this person has talent, he likes to be arrogant. When he meets someone who is jealous, it is not easy to kill him.

"Hey, Mr. Qian is too humble. His acting career is in full swing, and he can write so well. Looking around, I haven't seen many of them in my five or sixty years of life." Jiang Baichuan continued to praise.

But Qian Chen heard something wrong, the old guy suspected that he didn't write the words himself, and found a ghostwriter or something.

There is no way, celebrities like to set up people and use falsehood as propaganda.

He laughed and said: "I'm just not down-to-earth, general but not refined, and I want to do everything. I hit it off with Mr. Jiang immediately. In addition to three words, I will send Mr. Jiang a short paragraph."

Qian Chen stood up, walked over to the desk, quickly finished the paper and ink, and wrote with a pen:

Rain hates clouds and worries, Jiangnan is still called a beauty.

In the fishing market of the water village, a wisp of solitary smoke is thin.

The sky is conquering, and the distant recognition is like a scorpion.

Life matters, staring at this moment, who would rely on the fence.

This poem "Dian Crimson Lips" is written by Wang Yucheng.

There are four sentences in total.

Qian Chen used four kinds of brushwork, including but not limited to Zhao Mengfu.

Proper show off.

Jiang Baichuan was dazzled by the sight, and now he finally no longer had any doubts.

"I'm ashamed, Mr. Jiang is a villain. Mr. Qian is a great talent, but I don't understand why Mr. Qian and Aunt Hua's Mr. Wang can't get along with each other?" Jiang Baichuan was puzzled.

The king is always regarded as a godfather in the entertainment industry, but the collectors don't want to see him. He is like a shit stick. Qian Chen's character is associated with him, and being "specially favored" by him will not only not raise his social status, but It will make people in the circle preconceived and label them as unreal.

"It's not that they are inseparable. I have almost no contact with the collectors. This calligraphy and painting naturally flowed into Mr. Wang's hands. To be honest, Jiang is finally the first serious collector I met." Qian Chen sighed.

He told Jiang Baichuan so much, and sent one more calligraphy, in fact, he wanted to contact more calligraphy and painting collectors through Jiang Baichuan.

"Haha, that's simple. Our circle often has gatherings in private. I will invite Mr. Qian to attend and introduce my friends to Mr. Qian." Jiang Baichuan was very comfortable being photographed.

In fact, so-called collectors are just like that.

Your Majesty is not a collector, and Jiang Baichuan is no better.

It's just that rich people are arty, the only good thing is that Jiang Baichuan is a real hobby of collecting, and the king always does this, which involves laundering gold coins, stealing money and speculating for profit.

"Thank you so much. Come on, I'll invite Mr. Jiang to look at my other works, please~" Qian Chen took Jiang Baichuan to look at some of Qian Chen's other paintings.

Various types.

I hope this old man can help promote it and bring people to buy his calligraphy and paintings next time.

Krypton gold needs money.

And it probably won't be a small amount, Qian Chen must do everything he can to make money.

As for whether too many works flow into the market, it will affect the valuation of the paintings. Don't take any of them out, just wait for the appreciation in the future to make a fortune.

This is not conducive to the appreciation of his calligraphy and painting.

"The handwriting is so good!" Jiang Baichuan was really attracted by Qian Chen's handwriting, either Qian Chen copied it or Qian Chen's own handwriting.

This was actually the first time Jiang Baichuan saw Qian Chen's handwriting, he had never seen Qian Chen's works before, what he saw at the auction was Qian Chen copying Zhao Mengfu.

Qian Chen's handwriting is definitely not as good as Zhao Mengfu's.

But these so-called calligraphers in the contemporary era, even if they don't count those bad-style calligraphy, Qian Chen's calligraphy can definitely be ranked among the top few. Jiang Baichuan even thinks that this calligraphy is the best he has ever seen and written.

The main thing is Shen Yun, which is refined and refined.

"Mr. Qian, if I want to buy such calligraphy and painting, what is the approximate price?" Jiang Baichuan couldn't put it down, and decided to buy a few more. He was a businessman, and he didn't bother to beat around the bush.

"Yesterday, I sold three calligraphy and paintings to Mr. Wang for 1000 million after tax. But Mr. Jiang and I hit it off right away. Let's see, it's also 1000 million. Mr. Jiang picks four calligraphy and paintings to take away." Qian Chen offered a little discount.

"Okay! Haha!" Jiang Baichuan thought it would work.

Selling three pictures for 1000 million yuan to the king, and giving him four pictures for 1000 million yuan, what does this mean? It means that he has more face than the king.

As for spending another 1000 million, plus the previous ones, and taxes, he had to take out 500 million.

This is actually nothing.

Just like if an ordinary person has 100 million, there is no pressure to buy an Ai Crazy 4S. For a person with a net worth of billions like him, this is a normal consumption.

Moreover, mobile phones will be eliminated, and these collectibles will depreciate at best.

There is an even greater probability that it will increase in value.

Among other things, he sold three of these four paintings to Mr. Wang, and he could still earn one.

Qian Chen was also very happy.

Although [-] million is definitely enough, he is already prepared for three successes but not great success.

The follow-up will definitely be krypton gold.

Of course, the more money the better.

It's a pity that works of art must be sold little by little, otherwise hundreds of calligraphy and paintings will be sold at once, and unless he dies immediately, he will definitely not be able to sell at a high price.

Qian Chen and Jiang Baichuan drank tea for a while in the courtyard.

The other party quickly asked the secretary to transfer the money. When he left, he took away the three agreed-upon words and picked four paintings.

Including what the king gave, the calligraphy and paintings alone sold 3000 million.

I already have 6000 million in my hand.

Qian Chen decided to go home and ask his brother for money, and give him the mobile phone endorsement fee for the next two years first.

Brother, brother, I want money!
After thinking about it, Qian Chen brought the tuned guqin.

It was the "Xian Lai" that An Xi gave him.

I have to say that the quality of this violin is indeed very good, and it is worthy of being used by everyone in ancient times.

Of course, apart from the high status of antiques, it is not much better than the violins he made himself. After all, he has made violins for the busy Feng Bao many times.

The pianos made by Feng Bao "by himself" were collected as treasures by people at that time.

Went back just in time for lunch.

"Hey, why did Erya come back suddenly?" Father Qian was very happy when he saw his son.

No matter what others say, anyway, he thinks his son is very good.

"The filming is over, Dad, don't call me Erya, okay, I'm going to be an uncle soon." Qian Chen was very helpless.

I'm famous.

He greeted Professor Yu and Fan Fan, and went to the kitchen to wash his hands and serve the meal.

"Hehe, don't say you are an uncle, even if you become a father, you should be an Erya or an Erya." Dad Qian disdainfully.

You are only an uncle, and I am almost a grandfather.

"Where's my brother?" Qian Chen asked.

"It's a meeting in the room, alas, I don't have time to eat." Fan Fanyou glanced at Er Ya resentfully.

Why can this guy run around, but her husband is busy to death.

"Ahem, sister-in-law, I brought gifts for you and your little niece." Qian Chen pointed to the big bag, which was full of things bought in Dali.

"I might have a son."

Fan Fan really didn't know where Erya got her confidence, so she had to say that she would give birth to a daughter.

It’s not popular to check on men and women anymore. In the past, some patriarchal families would secretly check on men and women.

"What a girl, little padded jacket." Qian Chen grabbed the sister-in-law's wrist and checked the pregnant woman's physical condition.

This is not the first time Qian Chen has felt her pulse.

So Fan Fan didn't run away either.

Boss Qian heard his younger brother's voice coming out, and saw his younger brother "molesting" his wife as soon as he came out.

　I didn’t write enough yesterday. I wrote it this morning. I posted it earlier. There should be two more chapters in the future. Can you not be so anxious to read the book, can’t you see that I have accelerated the progress (╥_╥), I will Immediately push it, and I won’t let you write in detail.
　　
　
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