Chapter 25 I'm here to apply

The third update is a little late. Anyway, it is to update 10,000 words within today. We must not let others laugh at us. Although it is the first 10,000-word update, and it will be three days, not necessarily, just wait for the fourth step of the superpower to be born.

[One point of kindness] Ten thousand words update

At this time, silence is better than sound.

The boss understood that he didn't say anything for a long time. What can the seal washed out by the water explain? It's authentic. Although the boss doesn't know who painted this painting, it is not difficult to see from this posture that this painting must be extremely precious, otherwise there would not be so many doors in it. Speaking of which, he should thank Ye Hetu. It was Ye Hetu who let him know that there was such a strange thing in his hand.

"You made money." Ye Hetu looked at the shop owner with a smile and said that no one knows the value of Zhang Zeduan's authentic works in the market better than Ye Hetu. Ye Hetu, who has participated in countless auctions, naturally knows that whether abroad or at home, the most collectible thing is calligraphy and painting.

To put it bluntly, it's just a few strokes, a piece of white paper transaction, low cost and high profit. However, relatively speaking, the age of the painter's fame determines the value of painting, and fame is determined by the attainments of painting and its own style. A real painter does not care about the vision of others looking at his paintings, because to become a real painter, the first thing must be reflected in the heart. It is integrated into the exclusive artistic conception and feelings. Looking at a painting, what you need to understand is whether the painter has drawn aura, whether there are emotions mixed in the painting, and it is comfortable to see, which means that the painting has successfully resonated with you. If you can't stand it, it means that you don't understand the center of the painting at all, or the feelings expressed in the painting do not match your mentality.

"Is this?" The boss saw that Ye Hetu was an experts in this field, otherwise he would not have found the mystery in the painting, so he wanted to ask Ye Hetu about the value of this painting.

"Have you heard of Zhang Zeduan?" Ye Hetu said that it was really accidental to be able to find an authentic painting in this shop.

"Is this his painting?" The boss was shocked that he was not familiar with the font on the seal, and not everyone had such unique calligraphy and painting as Ye Hetu. Zhang Zeduan, it's not that the boss hasn't heard of it. The Picture of the River during the Qingming Festival is basically a household name, but he doesn't believe that the painting he put in the store will come from Zhang Zeduan.

"It's really his painting." Ye Hetu didn't sell the key and answered directly.

Zhang Zeduan, an outstanding realist painter at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, now the world knows the Picture of the River during the Qingming Festival, the Picture of the Competition of Jinmingchi, and most of the other works have been lost.

The loss mentioned by the outside world is not a real loss. There are a lot of Zhang Zeduan's authentic works that Ye Hetu knows in Kunlun. This is only Kunlun's side. It is impossible for a big family like the Xuanyuan family to have a lot of things that can't be known in name.

"How much can I sell?" The boss is more concerned about this issue.

Ye Hetu stretched out two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?"

"No."

"Twenty thousand?"

"No"

"Two million?"

"Not really."

The boss is anxious. Don't force me to have a heart attack. I still want to live a few more years. After hesitating for a while, I finally came down.

"Do you really want to force me to say 20 million?" The boss gritted his teeth and said, "I can't stand it. Twenty million yuan. Now the heartbeat speed is much faster than the heart rate when quarreling with neighbors.

Ye Hetu smiled gently and shook his head.

Seeing Ye Hetu shaking his head, the boss finally took a breath. Before he finished his breath, his breathing became more rapid the next second. The muscles on his face kept trembling, and his trembling fingers were drawn, and he hissed, "How much is that?"

"Two hundred million."

Hearing these two words, the boss couldn't help and finally fainted.

Ye Hetu had no choice but to watch the boss faint in front of him. He had to drag the boss to the counter. Behind the counter was the sofa. Usually, there were no guests. The boss should sit on the sofa to rest. Ye Hetu threw him on the sofa and didn't know what to do next.

After a while of silence, a guest arrived.

"Boss, I want to eat hot pot." A beautiful voice came into Ye Hetu's ears. Ye Hetu came out of the counter and was mistaken for the boss. A girl shouted at him.

"I'm not the boss." Ye Hetu reported with a smile. He was dressed in a casual dress with an elegant temperament. It belongs to the style of the big boy next door, which is slightly mature.

"Then what are you?" The girl asked mischievously, maybe she had never seen a handsome man.

When the girl's best friend saw Ye Hetu, he also had a trace of expectation. After all, the clean and refreshing image of Ye Hetu was more or less attractive to the girl who was in love. Everyone is unique, so every handsome man has his own unique charm and temperament.

Not all handsome men are called Ye Hetu.

"I'm a human. I'm a Chinese to be precise." Ye Hetu explained to the girl and her companions very seriously.

The trendy girl, wearing long black and shiny hair, has an elegant temperament. The temperament that can be cultivated by the scholarly style is undoubtedly revealed on the girl's forehead. Although the girl's best friend is not bad-looking, there is still some gap in comparison.

"Gig." The girl and her companions were amused by Ye Hetu's words. Maybe no one has ever joked with them like this.

As a patriotic young man who has been in the United States for a year, Ye Hetu has already mastered some high-tech means of the United States, an open country, and picking up girls is just one of them.

"You are not Chinese, who else can you be?" The girl stared coquettishly, which was unique. I saw a lot of foreign girls abroad, and I was stared at by an authentic Chinese beauty. Ye Hetu was still a little unsuffocable, and he became a little shy.

"Look, look, he blushed." The girl's best friend cheered the girl, as excited as the discovery of the New World in Colombia.

The girl also found it under the reminder of her best friend, and the two covered their mouths and smiled.

Ye Hetu's face turned redder, and he scolded in his heart. He was a son of a bitch, but he had no choice but to be thin-skinned. He died before the tricks he learned were used.

The boss, who should have continued to be in a coma, finally woke up and saw a guest coming. He suddenly jumped up, and the sofa was crunchy and moaned.

"Sister, what do you want to eat?" Ye Hetu was a little surprised when the boss suddenly returned to a state full of blood. Naturally, it would be better to relieve his embarrassment.

"I want to eat hot pot."

The girl's best friend answered first that the taste of Chongqing's hot pot is Bashi. She didn't know how many times she heard this sentence in other people's mouths, so she was in a hurry to call her friend here to eat hot pot today.

"Wait a minute." The boss quickly ran to the kitchen to prepare materials. It seemed that subconsciously, he had forgotten Ye Hetu next to him.

Ye Hetu doesn't understand why the boss behaves so calmly. He doesn't look like an upstart who is about to become a billionaire at all. He has seen countless gamblers who get rich overnight in Las Vegas. Without exception, his performance is to immediately subvert the previous style. He is generous and spend hundreds of dollars at will. In the United States, one The price of the car is just a few hundred dollars.

"Hey, Chinese, let's eat hot pot together." Seeing Ye Hetu standing aside, the girl laughed and said that Ye Hetu gave him a good impression, at least quite humorous.

Ye Hetu was hesitating because he had no money in his pocket.

Money is super-controlled by He Changfeng. Ye Hetu is too lazy to take care of these trivial things, and He Changfeng was sent by him to find a job, so Ye Hetu was penniless.

"Sister, I'll treat you to eat, okay." The girl saw through the essence of Ye Hetu and giggled, but a trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of her best friend around the girl. Looking at her appearance, she thought that Ye Hetu was the son of a department in Beijing, and she was also thinking about how to use her advantages to catch up with Ye Hetu. After all, most girls fantasize about finding a handsome one. A rich husband, if you don't have money, you can have power. In China, there is basically no big difference between power and money. In the eyes of some bigwigs, the two can be interchanged at will.

Ye Hetu sat down calmly.

The contemptuous look in the eyes of her best friend around the girl is stronger. She is more sure that Ye Hetu has no money and no power, or his previous generation has no money and no power, and he is handsome and can't be eaten. In her eyes, her temperament and appearance are the best choice. Her image has plummeted, and she doesn't even have at least a gentlemanly demeanor.

Someone is unconscious.

"Chinese, what's your name?" The girl tilted her head and asked Ye Hetu, who was sitting upright, and was very curious.

"My name is Earthman." Ye Hetu answered truthfully.

"Oh, earthlings." The girl said oh and suddenly reacted. She laughed so loudly that she couldn't breathe.

"What's your name? If you don't say it, I won't treat you to hot pot." The girl said angrily.

Ye Hetu hurriedly said, "My name is Ye Hetu."

The girl's best friend interrupted and said, "Yingyan, do you ask others like that? It's like checking the household registration." In her opinion, Ye Hetu's face could no longer be measured by a ruler. In order to mix and mix and cultivate to this level, she also admired it. The only thing she didn't understand was that Ye Hetu's skin was so thick that he would blush. She once doubted whether she had hallucinations.

The hot pot was served. The boss thought that Ye Hetu and the girls were friends, so he prepared three bowls without instructions. When eating, no one talked, because the two girls had been completely shocked by Ye Hetu's performance. Ye Hetu didn't have time to talk to them at all. He just cared about eating, hot pot. All the dishes in it were swept away by Ye Hetu. The girl just ate a small mouthful of rice and did not choose vegetables at all. The girl's best friend also competed with Ye Hetu at the beginning. In the end, she threw the chopsticks directly on the table and did not eat.

After eating five bowls, Ye Hetu threw away his chopsticks and had a hiccup. I haven't had such a cool meal for a long time. Chongqing's hot pot is so cool.

"Are you full? If it's not enough, I'll order it again." The girl asked with concern, as if she were comforting a prisoner who had just been released from prison.

"Well, that's enough. Thank you." Ye Hetu, who was full, answered comfortably.

The girl nodded and called the boss to prepare to pay the bill. She was pulled fiercely by her best friend and looked at her best friend helplessly. No matter how she looked at Ye Hetu, she would not be disgusted. Even Ye Hetu's extremely indecent performance just now did not make her angry. The boss came over and smiled and said a few polite words and settled the bill.

Before I could say goodbye to Ye Hetu, I was dragged away by my best friend.

Ye Hetu sat in his seat and picked his teeth with a toothpick. The boss came over and lost a cigarette. The big front door of three yuan was expensive. He couldn't afford to smoke.

"Aren't you with them?"

"No."

The boss gave a thumbs-up and admired Ye Hetu.

Ye Hetu threw away the toothpick, picked up the cigarette on the table, put it on his ear, looked at the boss and said, "How did you decide?"

"I won't sell it and hand it over to the country." The boss said calmly, as if he was describing something unusual.

Ye Hetu had to re-examine the boss.

The boss added, "If the country wants to pay, I won't take a penny."

Ye Hetu admired the boss a little.

"Really?"

"Really."

The boss laughed and said that he was extremely relaxed now, but a question came to his mind.

"Brother, can I ask you something?"

"What's the matter?"

"You came to my store today, isn't it just for my painting?"

Ye Hetu pointed to his nose, me? To help you identify a painting?

He stood up and shook his clothes at the boss. In the boss's doubts over and over again, Ye Hetu said his purpose.

"I'm here to apply for a waiter."