I lost my vegetative state, and I became the richest man in the world

Chapter 216 Rongbaozhai sells all million-dollar collections to Mr. Yang!

It was already past seven in the evening when we returned to Yanjing Hotel from Badaling Great Wall.

Just after returning to Yanjing Hotel, Song Xinmin of Yanjing Hotel has been waiting for Mr. Yang and others.

Seeing Mr. Yang get out of the car and sit in the wheelchair, he finally felt relieved.

Song Xinmin originally thought that Mr. Yang just went to the foot of the Badaling Great Wall and went directly to the Yanjing Hotel for lunch. They waited all afternoon but did not see Mr. Yang.

"Mr. Yang, why didn't I see you come back to eat during lunch time?"

"General Manager Song, we ate at Badaling Great Wall."

Ah Zhu pushed Yang Ming forward.

Song Xinmin learned from Mr. Shen that Mr. Yang ate a bowl of noodles and two white steamed buns at the foot of the Badaling Great Wall.

Song Xinmin felt incredible.

What made him even more incredible was that before Mr. Yang left, he asked his secretary Lin Xiuzhi to leave 1000 RMB.

According to Song Xinmin's thinking, Mr. Yang is a distinguished guest who was invited back, and all his expenses are reimbursed by the state.

Song Xinmin couldn't figure it out.

. . .

Yang Ming, Tang Yun, Lin Xiuzhi, Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, Mr. Shen, and even Chen Zhenhua's bodyguards came to the restaurant of Yanjing Hotel for dinner.

After dinner.

Mr. Shen greeted Yang Ming, and he left first to report to the old man.

"came back?"

"Why so late?"

The old gentleman stopped the pen in his hand, looked at Mr. Shen who had just entered and asked.

"Mr. Yang, I accompanied Mr. Yang to the fourth north floor of the Great Wall."

Mr. Shen clearly stated what he saw at the time.

When he learned that Mr. Yang was feeling emotional there, the old man also said: "It seems that Mr. Yang is a man of true temperament."

. . .

Yang Ming returned to the luxury suite of Yanjing Hotel.

Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong looked at Yang Ming with distress.

Yang Ming's feet are not very good. This time he climbed up the Great Wall, his feet used up a lot of energy. Now that he came back here, the two women felt that there were blood blisters in many places after the inspection.

"Master, I'll get you hot water to soak your feet first."

A person's feet are painful due to overwork, so soaking in hot water can relieve fatigue and pain.

When Ah Zhu went to fetch the hot water, she tested the water temperature, and when the water temperature was right, Yang Ming started to soak his feet there.

Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong massaged him from the sidelines.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Young master, I'm so happy. My family, relatives and friends in Nanyang have always hoped to go back to China and even go to the Great Wall. Unexpectedly, I have the opportunity to go today."

Azhu is a maid, and she is a Nanyang Chinese. In this era, Nanyang Chinese still have a deep affection for China.

As the other party said, her grandparents have always wanted to go back to China.In many cases, from birth to death, a person may live in a village, or even a town, and cannot travel farther away.

Nowadays, it is not easy for overseas Chinese in Nanyang who are far away in foreign countries to come back to China once.

As for Zhong Chuhong, she is completely different from Ah Zhu.

She grew up in Xiangjiang, and she is still relatively influenced by Western culture. If she wants to describe her feelings for China, she can't speak.

However, Zhong Chuhong felt that the few lines of the song sung by Yang Shao were really nice.

"Young Master Yang, the songs you sang at the Great Wall today are very nice."

"That's what I feel."

Historically, this was after the 80s. Under the special background at that time, Xiangjiang singer Zhang Mingmin successfully performed the song "My Chinese Heart" with a mellow and metallic magnetic voice, which not only made people who had just opened their minds in the 80s Mainland audiences realized that Xiangjiang is not only "the melody of music", but also sang the love and affection of the descendants of the Chinese people all over the world for the motherland.

Now that song hasn't appeared yet, Yang Ming often listened to it in his previous life, and just now he felt it, so he couldn't help but sing it directly.

Not only Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, Lin Xiuzhi and the others heard it, Mr. Shen, Tang Yun, the accompanying female reporters from Yangshi TV, and the female reporters from Yanjing TV station all heard it.

Even, the accompanying camera also recorded it.

Although this is not a complete song, if it is spread out, the meaning is completely different.

"Today you also ran with me all day, very tired, go to rest first."

"Yes, sir."

Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong originally wanted to help Yang Ming take a bath, but since Yang Ming asked them to rest first, they went back to the next room to rest.

Yang Ming didn't rest so quickly.

Sitting by the window all the time, looking at Chang'an Street outside the window.

Now that the weather is cold, apart from the yellowed lights outside Chang'an Avenue, there are fewer cars passing by.

Even pedestrians have not seen it a few times.

. . .

Take a night off.

Early the next day.

Yang Ming is used to getting up early.

When Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong came to help Yang Ming wash up, Yang Ming asked, "Aren't you tired?"

"Master, I'm fine."

Both Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong were not the kind of people who couldn't afford to suffer.

A Nanyang maid.

An ordinary person from the ordinary bottom of Xiangjiang.

Even though they followed Yang Ming out to go around the Great Wall yesterday, after a night's rest, they felt recovered again.

They found that after they followed Yang Ming back to the country to have a look, they felt that what they saw was no longer limited to the original place.

After washing up and putting on his winter clothes, Yang Ming was walking in the private garden of Yanjing Hotel when he saw Mr. Rong in a suit and glasses walking over.

"Mr. Yang."

"Mr. Rong, good morning."

After Yang Ming shook hands with Mr. Rong.

Regarding Yang Ming's trip to the Great Wall yesterday, Mr. Shen also mentioned it to him.

It has to be said that in Rong Lao's opinion, Mr. Yang is not a pure capitalist, nor a pure businessman.

It seems to be somewhat similar to their Rong family.

However, it seems to be different.

When Yang Ming and Rong Lao went to have breakfast.

After breakfast, Mr. Rong went to work first.

Rong Lao's status is not simple, and he has a lot of things to deal with every day. It is not easy to find time to have breakfast with Yang Ming every morning.

Yang Ming returned to the luxury suite.

This morning, I didn't intend to go out, but stayed in the luxury suite to rest.

At this time, Song Xinmin brought Hou Kai, the general manager of Rongbaozhai, over.

In the past two days, after Hou Kai learned that Mr. Yang was interested in calligraphy, painting and calligraphy collections, he and the staff of Rongbaozhai have been counting the collections to be sold.

Because of the large quantity, it takes too long.

It took a lot of time to figure out the 8000 pieces of calligraphy and paintings in the Foreign Guest Service Department of the National History Museum.

But at Rongbaozhai.

Since the 50s, many domestic painters, calligraphers, etc. have accumulated a lot of artworks.

It is a very large amount of data.

The price of each piece is different.

From a few yuan RMB a piece cheap, to hundreds, or even thousands of yuan RMB a piece.

"Mr. Yang, after preliminary calculations by our Rongbaozhai, it may involve millions of RMB."

Millions of RMB?

What is this concept?
According to the current exchange rate of Hong Kong dollar and RMB 100:20.

That is to say, 100 million RMB is 500 million Hong Kong dollars.

Now 100 million RMB is equivalent to [-] households.

100 million RMB is equivalent to [-] households. In this era, it is definitely super rich.

That's really a lot of money in the future.

Rong Baozhai and Hou Kai were still worried, would this be too much money?
"Mr. Yang, we have already sold it to you at the lowest price in the current market. However, some collections are really expensive." Hou Kai said from the side.

Yang Ming smiled in his heart.

Isn't it just millions of RMB?

This is very valuable in China!

The current domestic money is still very valuable because it has not yet depreciated.

However, after a few years, the RMB is also depreciating.

Yang Ming knew even more that, like those calligraphy and paintings, each of them might cost more than one million RMB in the future.

"General Manager Hou, I still say the same thing, I want as much as I have. Of course, I don't want those fakes." Yang Ming reminded.

No matter how rich he is, he can't buy some fakes!

"Mr. Yang, don't worry, the products produced by our Rongbaozhai must be authentic. However, I have to remind you that many domestic painters and calligraphers are still there. Come out, I heard that now it has been rumored that after you bought a large number of calligraphy and paintings from the Foreign Affairs Department of the National History Museum, those painters, calligraphers themselves and their families started painting overnight, and wanted to sell them to you at a high price, or to the Foreign Affairs Department, of course And our Rongbaozhai."

Hou Kai himself is an artist with a background in printmaking, and he knows it very well.

In many cases, the works of many painters and calligraphers during their lifetime are not of much value or hype value until they die.

The works of these painters and calligraphers have been limited, and no new works have appeared before they begin to have the value of collection and hype.

Rare things are more expensive, and only then did they start to hype up the prices.

Now he found that Yang Ming bought so many calligraphy and paintings all at once, the most important thing was that these painters were still alive, he felt that those painters seemed to be taking money from Mr. Yang.

"General Manager Hou, thank you for your reminder. In my opinion, Chinese paintings are no worse than Western paintings. When I buy their works, that is my support for them and for domestic art and culture."

"Mr. Yang, thank you so much."

Hou Kai said excitedly.

In recent years, not only most people in the country are afraid of poverty, but also these painters, calligraphers, and artists are also afraid of poverty.

Now finally a rich man from Xiangjiang realized the value of their calligraphy and painting, how could he not be excited?

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