Infinite Torture Evolution

Wang Molin's two words were loud and sound.

This made the old literati man next to him bow his head slightly.

But a moment later, he raised his head and said, "Mr. Mo Lin, the market price of your painting is only about one million. Now Boss Sun is willing to buy it for 1.5 million. Boss Sun also respects you. Only by being a man is you willing to make this one million more. What else do you not want?"

Wang Molin said: "You must not be arrogant, but you must not be arrogant. Today, you must know that you are asking me about this. I will never come out in death!"

He said to put away his paintings, stood up and left.

The old literati said, "Wang, why are you doing this. After all these years, don’t you see it? Why bother with money. I know, although you sell a lot of money for calligraphy and painting, you have a lot of money. Part of it was donated. Now your grandson wants to get married and buy a house, and there is still more than one million. You sell the paintings to Boss Sun and give your grandson some money, isn’t it okay? Don’t be arrogant as a literati. What age are they now. You and I are both so old, and can live for a few years. Before we die, shall we not save some for our children and grandchildren?"

"Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and they are all grown up, and they will solve their problems by themselves. Let me sell the paintings to these people, absolutely not!"

The literati old man shook his head and said, "Wang, don’t be stubborn anymore, okay. How many real literati are in the world now? They all use culture to package themselves, not to make money? Real literati, no A few have a good ending. You sell the paintings to Shao Sun, hello, my good boss, and everyone is good. Why are you hurting others and detrimental to yourself?

When the old literati said so, Wang Molin stopped.

Turning around, the index finger of his right hand dipped the tea in the teacup.

Then swipe across the middle of the table.

In the middle of the table, a water trail appeared immediately, which looked so distinct under the light.

Wang Molin looked at the old literati man and said, "The ancients broke off diplomatic relations. Today, I will draw a table with you."

The old literati man frowned and looked ugly.

Wang Molin didn't look at him again, turned around and walked in the direction of the private room door.

At this time, Sun Shao stretched out his hand and stopped Wang Molin: "Mr. Wang, don’t rush away. Let’s talk about it. How can you sell the painting to me? I believe that there is nothing in this world to buy. Not enough. If there is, it only means that the price is not high enough."

Wang Molin snorted coldly: "You are not worthy to talk to me."

He said that he would continue to walk outside.

Sun Shao laughed and dialed a phone quickly.

In the next private room, the old-colored mobile phone rang.

Old Se immediately waved to the two younger brothers and Lin Yi, and said, "Work has started."

Lin Yi followed these three people to the door of the private room opposite.

As soon as Wang Molin opened the private room door, he saw the old look with ugly scars on his face.

The old look grinned and said, "Hey, old man, want to go?"

He said that he took the two younger brothers and Lin Yi into the private room and closed the door.

Sun Shao laughed and said, "Mr. Wang, you have scolded me and my father several times just now. I don't care about it for the time being. However, if you don't sell this painting today, then my friends may not agree to it. They A few are very impulsive. If one is not good and hurts your old man, it will be bad."

The little brother to the left of Old Se stretched out his hand and took out a one-foot-long knife from his arms and stuck it on the table with a bang.

"Old man, if you toast and not eat, then you have to eat and drink fine!"

As he said that he shook the bright knife in front of Wang Molin, and said, "If you don't sell this painting today, we don't guarantee that you will go out vertically."

The old literati man next to him hurriedly persuaded Wang Molin: "Wang, take a look, it's not good for everyone. You can sell it to them."

Wang Molin didn't follow the words of the old scholar at all.

Now that he has broken off relations with him, what else to say.

He glanced at Older, his two younger brothers, and Lin Yi who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Finally, he said: "So, do you insist on buying today?"

Sun Shao laughed and said, "Mr. Wang, this is also what you forced."

The old face said: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over things."

Wang Molin looked at the shiny knife, and then at the hideous face of Old Se, he finally turned his head and slowly returned to the table.

From the cloth bag, slowly took out the scroll.

The old literati saw him with a hint of joy in his eyes: "Elder Wang, that's right."

Sun Shao was also happy, saying that this old bone that was difficult to gnaw had finally been gnawed down. This old man really doesn't know how to praise him.

The old color is also a joy. In just two minutes, 6000 yuan is easy to get. Rijin Doujin.

Lin Yi's heart sank, a little distressed for the teacher.

At such an old age, he still has to be threatened by these scumbags.

Such an old man, received such a threat, even his teacher has to be softened.

Lin also didn't blame the teacher. Anyone who encountered such a situation had to be subdued.

Lin Yi didn't do it right away. He asked these scumbags to spend money to buy the paintings, then figured out a way to get rid of these scumbags, and then returned the paintings to the teacher.

Wouldn't it be good to let the teacher pay 1.5 million for nothing?

Wang Molin took off the cloth bag, put the scroll on the table, and gently pushed it away.

There are two stones on the painting, and an orchid grows in the crevices of the stones.

There is a lot of blank space in the whole picture, a few simple strokes, but the charm of orchids is drawn.

At a glance, it can give people a sense of tranquility, elegance, and peerless independence.

This is definitely Wang Molin's best work in recent years.

It perfectly expresses the style, elegance, and independence of Orchid.

Chinese painting rewrites the meaning, and this painting is almost the pinnacle of freehand painting in recent years.

In the upper right corner of the painting, there are two lines of poem inscribed:

A true gentleman in the flower, graceful and elegant.

Lin also knows that this is Wang Molin's favorite painting. It is said that the work is the son of the author, and this painting is the son of Wang Molin.

Even if Lin Yi asked for it personally, Wang Molin wouldn't necessarily let him take a look.

At the moment, Wang Molin stroked the painting with his hand, and his index finger gently moved along each orchid leaf.

His fingers were trembling obviously, and his eyes were also slightly moist.

He stroked each orchid leaf with his fingers, and finally looked at the poem in the upper right corner, and said softly: "A true gentleman in the flower, graceful and elegant."

Lao Se waited impatiently, waved a knife in her hand, stuck it on the table next to Wang Molin with a bang, and cursed: "Old stuff, don't delay the time and deliver the goods as soon as possible. Lao Tzu is still waiting to count the money! "

Wang Molin raised his head, glanced at the old man, then looked at Shao Sun on the other side.

Then grabbed the middle of the scroll with both hands and slammed hard.

Sizzle

A big hole was torn from the middle of this painting unexpectedly.

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