Chapter 147

"Rich people!"

"Powerful people!"

Song Yun sighed in his heart, even a fool knows that those who can live in this courtyard are definitely not ordinary people.

Tang Miaomiao walked inside with Song Yun. After passing through the yard, a two-story building appeared. There was no decoration on the outside of the building. It was simply plastered with cement. , is no different from a small country yard.

Tang Miaomiao pushed open the door, and Song Yun naturally followed behind. When he walked in, he found that the first floor of the whole small building was all open, and in the middle was a very large table, two meters wide. The length is definitely more than seven meters. The solid wood looks very domineering. In addition, there are easels one after another against the wall. Some of the above have been completed, but most of them are still If it is not complete, let alone on the wall, there are various paintings hanging on it. As soon as you walk in this place, it is full of artistic atmosphere. Needless to say, the owner here must be a calligraphy artist or something.

"Old man Peng Wei Peng, where are you?"

"If it doesn't come out, I'll sell those things to others!"

Tang Miaomiao shouted loudly, without any intention of being polite.

"I'm coming!"

"Coming soon!"

"If you dare to sell those papers to others, I will fight for you!"

Out of nowhere, a man ran out, holding a pen in one hand and a paint box in the other, wearing a coarse cloth, covered in various colors, and stained on his face and hands Not a lot.

"Peng Guo!"

"China's famous young artist!"

"This is Song Yun."

"You two get to know each other!"

Tang Miaomiao gave a brief introduction.

Song Yun couldn't react a little. Peng Guo was only in his early 30s. Tang Miaomiao was called Old Man Peng just now, and he thought he was really an old man in his seventies and eighties.

"I'm just a bit older, how could the nickname given by Tang Miaomiao really be an old man?"

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Peng Guo immediately knew why and quickly explained.

Song Yun took a serious look. In a sense, what Tang Miaomiao said was true. Peng Guo did look a bit old, with the body of a young man but the face of an old man. Around ten, such a person must have the nickname of an old man.

Peng Guo was very helpless, Song Yun's eyes had sold everything.

"Everything here is yours?"

Song Yun didn't have anything to say. When he first came in, he found that these paintings and calligraphy were unusual. Almost all of them exuded white light. Some of the paintings on the wall were very strong. The estimate was about 7 million or even close to 10 million. mark.

If it is ancient calligraphy and painting, this is not surprising at all. The problem is that these paintings are very new, and some of them are not signed at all. The ink color is also relatively light, and it is obviously just painted.

"Yes, that's right, what's wrong?"

Peng Guo was at a loss.

"These paintings of yours are good, don't know if you want to sell them?" Song Yun simply pointed to the two Chinese paintings hanging on the wall, "I think these two paintings are good, sell them to me if you want, of course. You must write your name on it, and seal everything must be covered!"

"Have you seen it, this is an expert, this is a master, you can tell at a glance, the two best pairs of your junk."

When Tang Miaomiao saw the two paintings Song Yun pointed to, a smile immediately appeared on his face. Song Yun was indeed a master at picking up leaks. He could find the most valuable one in a room full of paintings.

"Not for sale!"

"These two works are my most proud works, and I have to keep them for my own appreciation!"

"Have you seen anything else?"

"If I sell it to you, it's okay to get a discount."

Peng Guo looked at Song Yun with a strange expression.

"Forget it!"

Song Yun didn't even think about it, and immediately refused. Except for the two paintings that he liked, the paintings here in South Korea are not bad, but the level is too far off, and there is no value for collection at all.

Peng Guo was a little disappointed, but there was no way to do this kind of thing, Song Yun couldn't take it seriously.

"Tang Miaomiao, where's the paper you said? Show it to me!"

Peng Guo simply didn't talk about this matter. It was a sad thing to say, but he was not disappointed at all. Now that he is still young, he has been able to paint collection-level paintings. What he pursues now is stability, and it will be fine in another 10 years. .

"Are you using these papers yourself?"

Song Yun frowned.

Tang Miaomiao is planning to sell the paper to Peng Guo?