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    Xiang Hua didn't think there was anything wrong and said naturally: "Of course I will sell it. My classmate's uncle is from Hong Kong. He bought a lot of calligraphy and paintings in this museum a few years ago. He spent 200,000 Hong Kong dollars, all with him.  I went back to Hong Kong, this is what she told me."

    She paused for a second, and then added: "My classmate's father also bought it before, and everyone in their family can draw."

    Brother Rui was doubtful. When he followed everyone into the lobby, he realized that what Xiang Hua said was absolutely true.

    Good guy, where is this museum? This is clearly a calligraphy and painting store. Directly opposite the entrance in the lobby, there is a semicircular counter with a plaque hanging on it, which reads "Ancient Calligraphy and Painting Store", and there is a line below.  Small print: "Exclusively for foreign guests."

    Come on, this museum really sells calligraphy and painting, so what are you waiting for? Brother Rui walked up to him unceremoniously and said, "What calligraphy and painting do you sell here?"

    The waiter standing inside was a little indifferent when he heard his rustic words. He lazily pointed at the plaque and said, "Did you see the words on it? It is only for foreign guests. Our store only accepts foreign currency. Do you have foreign currency?"  What?"

    "See for yourself, is this foreign currency?" Rui Geer said as he took out a bundle of banknotes, successfully making the waiter's eyes widen.

    He is not very angry. This kind of worship of foreign countries cannot be changed by him alone. After all, the country needs foreign exchange and has to be controlled by others. There is no way.

    Seeing that the waiter was still in a daze, Brother Rui knocked on the table and said, "Can I buy it with this money?"

    "Yes, of course, what kind of calligraphy and painting do you want?" The waiter was so anxious that he even said the word "you" out.

    Brother Rui did not answer him immediately, but said to Mengmeng: "Sister, what calligraphy and painting do you want?"

    Mengmeng nodded her lips in distress, "I don't know, can you let me take a look?"

    "Okay, okay," the waiter said enthusiastically. He took out a thick book from under the counter and said, "Our store specializes in calligraphy and painting from the Song Dynasty to modern times. All the paintings that can be sold are in the booklet. Take a look.  .¡±

    Mengmeng opened the booklet, and others came to look at it. They found that the booklet was really beautifully made, with not only the names of the paintings but also small pictures in it.

    Mengmeng flipped through it roughly, and she knew something in her mind. She had studied calligraphy and painting for a year, but her skills were not very good, but her appreciation ability had greatly improved. She stretched out her little hand and pointed and said: "These, these, and  I want all of these, how much does it cost?¡±

    The waiter was very surprised and said: "Kid, you bought too much. Are you sure you want all of them? This is not cheap."

    Mrs. Feng was dissatisfied when she heard this. Didn't she look down on them? She said scornfully: "How many calligraphy and paintings are there in your store? I'll buy them all for you. Are you still afraid that we don't have money?"

    This time the waiter couldn't even move his eyes. His nose twitched rapidly. It took him a long time to find his voice: "You have come to the right place today. Our calligraphy and painting museum hangs in the Beijing Cultural Relics Museum."  Below the main store, the calligraphy and paintings collected there will be sent to us first."

    He patted the cover of the album, and Beier said proudly: "All the calligraphy and paintings that can be sold are hand-selected by the master craftsmen. Except for a few fine products that cannot be sold, the other calligraphy and paintings are all here. You have to be thoughtful."  Bao Yuan, how about I calculate the wholesale price for you?"

    Mrs. Feng said with great interest: "Does your museum still deal with wholesale? Can you tell me what the wholesale price is?"

    The waiter quickly cheered up, thinking that he had really met a big tycoon. That would be great. He wanted to get rid of all the inventory in the store. As long as he could earn US dollars, the boss would praise him.

    The waiter raised his head and puffed up his chest, and proudly clapped his fingers and said: "Over there at the embassy, ??the ambassadors and their wives like to buy from us every time they come back to China. There are also many British, American and Hong Kong guests.  Love comes to our store for wholesale, and we just bought a batch of paintings a few days ago. These paintings have just arrived. Let me take a look"

    He brought the abacus and started fiddling with it. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "There are 2,129 paintings in total, and the package price is US$25,000. What do you think? Is this price appropriate?"

    "It's suitable, it's so suitable." Mrs. Feng said without thinking. It was only 200,000 US dollars. Their family just sold a pot of orchids and got their money back. They could exchange for so many paintings.  It is very cost-effective to copy for Mengmeng.

    She always remembered what the Guangzhou boss said, that a child must rely on copying to learn painting. Now that she has this good opportunity, of course Mrs. Feng cannot let it go.

    She boldly?: "I'm not in the village. Is there anything going on in our village?"

    "No, everything is fine." Feng Yimin remembered it as he said it, and said jokingly: "Xiaowan's school is about to start. Hasn't it just been built? The city leaders will come to cut the ribbon. Later,  In a few days, the eldest child will be able to transfer to another school."

    "Wow, that's great. I can go back to the village to go to school again." After hearing the news, the thirteen-year-old was as excited as a child.

    He was feeling bitter. Throughout last year, he went to school in the commune, riding a bicycle every day. It was not convenient to eat. He was tired of that kind of life.

    Being able to go back to the village to go to school means that he can have delicious food and fun things. He can go to the sea and fish when he wants. His life is much more comfortable than before.

    Mrs. Feng didn't like hearing this. She raised her eyebrows, nodded at his head and said, "You brat, don't try to be lazy for me. You are almost in the second grade of junior high school and will take the high school entrance examination next year."  , If you can't get into a good technical secondary school, I will kill you."

    The eldest child covered her head to avoid it, and said aggrievedly: "Nai, why are you so cruel? Not many people in the junior high school in my commune are admitted to the technical secondary school. Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

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    Mrs. Feng put her hands on her hips and threatened: "Anyway, I don't care. If you don't pass the technical secondary school exam, I will retake it until you do."

    Su Wan couldn't bear to embarrass her son, so she tried to persuade her: "Mom, it's not worth having too many technical secondary school students. If the older one wants to take the exam, it's better to let him go to college. Once he graduates from college, he will be allocated, and the work unit is better than the technical secondary school students."  much better."

    "Really?" Mrs. Feng's eyes lit up. After thinking about it, she said with contempt: "I'm afraid that this kid is too stupid. He can't even pass the technical secondary school. He still wants to go to college? Let me tell you, Dawa.  , you study hard for me, if you don¡¯t get into college, see if I don¡¯t break your legs.¡±

    The eldest child felt even more aggrieved. As he talked, he changed from a secondary school to a university. He also raised the difficulty level abruptly. Is this his own mother, who is here to deceive her son?

    Mengmeng looked at this, then looked at that, and found it very interesting, so she laughed "hehehehe".

    Dawa couldn¡¯t lose face anymore, so Beier said aggrievedly: ¡°Sister, why are you laughing?¡±

    Mengmeng stretched out her fingers and rubbed her face shyly, "Big brother is stupid and stupid. He can't get into college."

    "Who said I can't go to college?" The eldest son was anxious. Everyone could look down on him, but not his sister. He must not let his sister look down upon him.

    "Just because of your words, I will go to college even if I die, and set an example for my sister."

    Mengmeng immediately clapped her little hands and said, "Okay, grandma said that if you want to take the exam, you should take the top prize. Brother, you"

    The eldest child was so frightened that she covered her mouth and said, "Sister, you are my biological sister, please stop talking, okay? Grandma really wants me to get the top score in the exam later, and it will cost me forever."  Life."

    "The pressure on the eldest child is so great. Why do these two people have so much confidence in him? His grades in the class are at the bottom of the class, which is far from good.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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