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"Alright, Mr. Chen, let's do it your way, 150 million." He Muqing looked at Chen Hao, her tone tinged with helplessness, yet also revealing professionalism.

"Take a close look at the contract. The terms are the same as last time, with no changes. If there are no problems, just sign it."

Chen Hao took the contract, but instead of carefully reading it word by word like some people, he quickly skimmed through it.

After confirming the key terms in the contract, such as the consignment period, commission rate, and payment method, and finding no problems as before, I picked up the pen on the table.

At the end of the contract, in the section for Party B, he signed his name—Chen Hao.

He Muqing took the signed contract, glanced at the signature, and after confirming that it was correct, took out the gallery's official seal from the drawer.

He stamped the contract, then tore off a copy and handed it to Chen Hao: "Mr. Chen, it's been a pleasure doing business with you."

If any buyer shows interest in this painting, or if there's any further news, I'll let you know immediately—without delay.

"Thank you for your help, Manager He." Chen Hao stood up and extended his hand. He Muqing quickly extended her hand as well. The two shook hands lightly, thus completing this cooperation.

Chen Hao folded the contract, put it in his pocket, and turned to walk towards the gallery entrance.

Stepping out of the gallery, it was already dark outside. Chen Hao went straight to his car.

I opened the car door, got in, fastened my seatbelt, started the engine, and the car slowly drove away from the gallery entrance, heading towards home.

He was unperturbed, neither worried about the paintings not selling nor in a hurry. He had enough patience to wait for someone who understood art to appear.

After seeing Chen Hao off, He Muqing turned back to the VIP room, closed the door, walked to the table, looked at the rolled-up "Lotus and Fish Playing" painting on the table, couldn't help but sigh again, and then fell into deep thought.

She picked up the painting, gently unfolded a corner, and looked at the brushstrokes with admiration in her eyes.

This painting is truly excellent, even better than the previous one, "Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys".

The brushwork is more refined than before, the lines are smoother, and the ink tones are richer, especially the lotus pond in the painting, which has a great sense of depth.

Those lotus leaves, some unfurled, some curled, some swaying slightly in the wind, were lifelike;

And those lotus flowers, some still in bud, some in full bloom, so beautiful and delicate, even the dewdrops on the petals are painted so lifelike.

The most outstanding feature is the few swimming fish, which dart among the lotus leaves and lotus flowers. Their bodies are agile and their eyes are vivid. The brushstrokes are simple yet exceptionally expressive, as if they would swim out of the painting at any moment.

And the dragonfly perched on the lotus leaf, with its clearly visible wing patterns and graceful movements, is simply a stroke of genius.

Honestly, 150 million is expensive, but it's definitely worth it. If it were a painting by a famous artist, it would be normal for it to be priced at several million.

The problem is that Chen Hao is not famous. His pen name "Haolin" is almost unknown in the calligraphy and painting circles.

There aren't many people who can afford to spend 150 million yuan on a painting, and even fewer who are willing to spend that much money on a work by an unknown artist—they are practically rare.

She racked her brains for a long time but couldn't come up with a better solution. She couldn't force Chen Hao to lower the price, so she could only try to help him promote the product and find some potential buyers.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she remembered someone—

Yu Mobai, president of the Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association, is also a highly respected senior figure in the calligraphy and painting world. Last time, he painted Chen Hao's "Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys".

He and Lin Ssu-nien were vying for it, but he ultimately missed out because he was not as wealthy as Lin Ssu-nien.

Yu Mobai genuinely admires Chen Hao's paintings. After missing out last time, he mentioned it to her several times, saying that if Chen Hao's works were ever made again, he would definitely notify her immediately.

He Muqing thought that since Chairman Yu liked Chen Hao's paintings so much, he might be willing to spend 150 million to buy this "Lotus and Fish Playing" painting. Even if he couldn't come up with that much money right away, he might find a way to raise it.

Thinking of this, she quickly picked up her phone, unlocked the screen, and found Yu Mobai's phone number.

She had saved this number for many years, but rarely contacted it. After all, Yu Mobai was a man of high status, and she dared not disturb him casually. However, this matter was of great importance, so she had no choice but to take the liberty of contacting him.

She pressed the dial button, put the phone to her ear, and the phone rang a few times, for about three or four seconds.

The call was answered, and a slightly aged but confident voice replied, "Hello, who is this?"

He Muqing immediately switched to a warm and respectful tone, and a smile spread across her face, even though the other person couldn't see it:

"President Yu, hello, hello. This is He Muqing from Muqing Gallery. It's been a long time since we last contacted each other. How have you been lately? Have you been getting enough rest and taking care of yourself?"

Yu Mobai chuckled on the other end of the phone, his tone softening considerably: "Oh, it's Manager He. I remember you."

My health is okay, my old ailments haven't flared up, but I'm usually quite busy and can't sit still.

You silly girl, you never contact me usually, but when you do, it's never good news, right? Just tell me, what's up? No need to beat around the bush.

He Muqing wasn't embarrassed that he had seen through her thoughts. She smiled and said, "President Yu, you have such sharp eyes. Nothing can be hidden from you."

"There is something I'd like to tell you. Do you remember 'Haolin' from last time? He's the young man who painted 'Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys'."

"Haolin?" Upon hearing this name, Yu Mobai's voice noticeably rose a few decibels, his tone revealing a hint of surprise and excitement.

"Are you talking about that young man who painted 'Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys'? The one I fought with Old Man Lin over last time, and who ultimately lost? How could I forget? I still remember that painting!"

"Yes, yes, that's him!" He Muqing quickly replied, her tone becoming excited.

"President Yu, he brought over a new painting to consign, and its quality is even higher than the last one, 'Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys'."

I remembered that you liked his painting last time, so I told you immediately, afraid that if I was too late, someone else would get it first.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. Yu Mobai seemed to be processing the news. After a while, he asked anxiously:

"What's his new painting? How is it? Is it still a traditional Chinese ink wash landscape?"

"It's a traditional Chinese ink wash painting, depicting a lotus pond scene, and it's called 'Lotus and Fish Playing'," He Muqing said truthfully, her tone full of admiration.

"President Yu, let me tell you, this painting is even better than the last one. The brushwork is more refined, and the artistic conception is more profound."

Especially those swimming fish, so lifelike, the brushstrokes so concise yet so expressive; and the dragonfly on the lotus leaf, simply a stroke of genius, absolutely a masterpiece among masterpieces.

"Oh?" Yu Mobai's voice clearly showed interest, and his tone became more urgent.

"Is it really as good as you say? What's the price?"