Chapter 1837 The masterpiece of the master is worth tens of millions

   Chapter 1820 The Masterpiece

   The farce in front of him, Li Han, could only smile bitterly, but he had no choice but to promise that some of the tea leaves left in the manor would be delivered by himself in two days, and finally escaped.

   "This tea is too good to be worried." Li Han couldn't help laughing and laughing. He was going to work in the space again tonight. The tea-picking man, thinking about picking tea and coffee beans by himself, is about to become a professional.

   "He's a good boy." Guo Zhen patted Li Han on the shoulder and said.

   Li Tai looked shy. "That is, the child of our old Li family, that is not a good child."

   Li Han is helpless, let alone Li Tai really has something to do with the Anxi Li family, after all, it might really be the elder Li Han.

   "Okay, you are old and disrespectful, the children are not here to talk to you." Zong Hai said. "Little man, are you drawing tape?"

   "Oh, I brought these three pictures." Li Han said, ignoring Zong Ziqi, who was winking at the side, this girl ran after him.

   "Slimming candies are really effective, Han, I slept well last night." Zong Ziqi said with a smile. "Han, I heard Natalie say yesterday that Hank's farm has a medicinal wine, which is very helpful for the elderly and their sleep."

   "Hey, Hank Farm medicinal wine, old man Zong, is this kid from Hank Farm?" Li Tai cried.

  Zonghai nodded. "yes."

   "You old man, forget what you said a few days ago, the magic medicinal wine is from Hank Farm," Li Tai said.

   "Magic medicinal wine?" Zong Hai was also a little excited. "Little Han, is this medicinal wine really prepared by you?"

   "Yes." Li Han nodded.

  Zonghai laughed. "Good good."

  Zonghai and Li Tai, several old people, applauded. "Grandpa, what's the matter, is medicinal wine really good?" Zong Ziqi just heard yesterday that he had used diet candy and thought it was very useful, so he thought about buying medicinal wine for grandpa. "Han, I want to buy some."

"Ziqi, this child has a heart." A few old people next to him looked at Zong Hai with envy. Zong Hai was full of smiles and a little complacent. At such an old age, money and money were nothing but things to them. Bad money.

  The children and grandchildren are filial and sensible, which is what really makes the elderly happy. "Ziqi, this medicinal wine is not something you can buy casually," Zong Hai said.

   "Could it be that money can't buy it." Zong Ziqi muttered. "It's not like diet candy, is it?"

   "It's more difficult to lose weight than that, isn't it, little man." Zong Hai looked at Li Han.

   "Hehe, it doesn't count, but the production of medicinal wine is not high, most of them are acquaintances and some old friends." Li Han said.

   "Grandpa, is it famous for Chinese people to mix medicinal wine?" Zong Ziqi finally came to his senses.

   "Hehe, maybe outsiders don't know." Zong Hai said. "But in the small circle, the reputation is not small."

   "Little circle?" Zong Ziqi pouted, looking down on the small circle in Zong Hai's mouth. You must know that many famous things are known.

   "Don't underestimate this circle, do you know there are those people in it?" Zong Hai said.

   "Isn't he more powerful than Grandpa?" Zong Ziqi didn't quite believe how powerful this circle could be.

  Zonghai smiled. "Your grandfather and I can only enter because of my age. The people in the circle are all top-notch."

   "Really?" Zong Ziqi, a little surprised, said that his grandfather was the top Chinese.

   "Steve, Bill, Lucas, Kohler, David, Larry." Zong Hai, just casually said a few names, Zong Ziqi's mouth was open.

  Can't believe it, Zong Ziqi turned to look at Li Han. "Han, are these all right?"

   "Some old friends." Li Han nodded.

  Zong Ziqi, I feel a little dizzy, what do you think, Li Han doesn't look like someone who can enter this circle. "Introduced by Jennifer." Li Han said.

   "Jennifer?" Zong Ziqi, thinking of the beautiful woman who can't be ignored, doesn't seem to like to talk much.

  Zonghai smiled when he looked at his granddaughter. "Little Han, this child is calm and energetic, when will Ziyu have it?" It is rare to envy Li Han's parents. In his eyes, Han's parents are well-educated.

   "Medicine wine, we know, let's take a look at the painting first, don't make the child wait for a long time." Li Tai said with a smile, and several other old people nodded.

Medicinal wine, the brewer found it, and I was afraid that he would not be able to run away. First, look at the painting. Several old people are all mature and sophisticated. You can see Li Han's character at a glance, and most of them are helpful. This child, character, and medicinal wine are completely do not worry.

   Who is Zonghai? I can't tell. The Zong family has already been eliminated in the competition. "Look at the painting first, Ziqi, don't make trouble."

  Zong Ziqi pouted and muttered softly. "Take others as targets again."

  Li Han's hearing is good, so he just heard it and laughed. "Hmph, Han, I won't find you until a while." Zong Ziqi snorted. "Let's go."

   "Are you going too?"

   "What's the matter, of course I'm going, but I am." Zong Ziqi said, turned to look at Li Han, smiled, and walked quickly into the appraisal room.

   Li Han looked puzzled, while Li Tai said with a smile. "Don't underestimate Ziqi, Ziqi's appraisal of oil paintings is no worse than our old men."

   "What, her?" Li Han couldn't believe it.

   "That's right."

   Li Han is really dizzy, this child seems to be a girl who has this talent. "Han, you're really going to remove the Andrew Wise painting above."

   "It's better to keep it." Li Han, said.

   "Try it first." Li Tai and everyone dared not do it 100%.

  Zong Ziqi looked reluctant. "This painting is rare among Andrew's paintings when he was young. Although the value is not high, it has a strong reference for the study of the formation of Andrew Wyeth's painting style."

  Li Han, looking at Zong Ziqi's artistic face, he is still a little uncomfortable. "Hehe, maybe, but I don't know much about art. I want to know what secret Old Berg is hiding in this painting. Maybe, my curiosity is too strong."

   "Ziqi, come here, we will try our best to save it." Li Tai, ready to start.

   Ready, this technique of taking pictures from a rock wall is very cumbersome. Li Han and Zong Hai watched it for a while, then came and sat down. "Little man, don't worry, there will be results soon."

   is only fast, but time is measured in hours. "Hey, I finally didn't damage Andrew's paintings."

   "Take it down?"

   "That's right." Li Tai said with a smile.

   "That's great." Zong Ziqi, clapping his hands.

   "Can you see the painting below?" Li Han asked.

  Zong Ziqi rolled his eyes at Li Han. "Why are you so impatient, you still need to clean up."

   It took another half an hour, and finally the painting was cleaned up, and the covered painting reappeared in the world. "Is this a signature?"

  Li Han, who knew the autograph location earlier, saw Li Tai and Zong Ziqi, looked at the painting in shock, and whispered. "Signature, where?"

   "It looks a bit like here?"

  Li Han pointed to a place on the side.

   "Yes, it's a signature, in Russian, it's Mark Rothko's style." Zong Ziqi glanced and said.

   "Mark Rothko?" Zong Hai, somewhat surprised. "Really this weirdo?"

   "Painting style, yes, Mark Rothko formed his own style at this time." Li Tai, looking at Li Han. "Boy, your luck is good. Although this painting is not the pinnacle of Mark Rothko's work, it is an important stage in the formation of the style. This painting will be shot at least tens of millions."

   "That's right, what a lucky guy." Zong Ziqi, but watched Li Han discover the treasure list.

   "The other two paintings, I don't know if they are also paintings by Mark Rothko." Zong Ziqi whispered.

   "That's impossible, right?"

   "Who knows, this guy is not very lucky."

   After two hours, several old people were dumbfounded. "It's true, although these two words are not as good as just now, they are at least a million dollars."

  Three paintings, at least 12 million US dollars, which is terrifying to think about, especially where there are more than 200 paintings in Han.

   "God." Zong Ziqi, thinking about more than 200 paintings, felt mad.

  Zong Ziqi glanced at Li Han with a bit of shock in his eyes. "Haha." Li Han smiled and said nothing.

  Zong Hai gave Zong Ziqi a wink, Zong Ziqi nodded, more than 200 paintings, and most likely all of them are Mark Rothko, the master's paintings.

  Zong Hai, had to be shocked, you must know that even if a painting is one million, more than 200 million US dollars, and it is not a trivial matter that so many paintings by Mark Rothko come out.

   Li Han was very grateful to Zong Hai, but of course it was a bit unexpected. Zong Ziqi didn't seem as naive as he saw it. He sent Li Tai and others, and Li Han promised to send tea in a few days.

  Li Tai and his party were very happy. They got the promise of tea and medicinal wine, and left their address. As for the appraisal fee, they smiled and waved their hands, saying that it was a tea.

   "Little Han, what do you plan to do with the other paintings?" Zong Hai said.

  Li Han thought about it and said. "The other paintings, I still plan to open them, but this candidate." Li Han glanced at Zong Ziqi, and Zong Hai shook his head. "Ziqi, alone, I'm not very worried."

   "Grandpa, it's okay, I can do it well." Zong Ziqi said. "Han, are you afraid?"

   "Hehe, unexpected wealth, I am lucky to lose my life." Li Han said with a smile.

   "Okay, child, you have a rare heart." Zong Hai's eyes lit up, he glanced at his granddaughter, then at Li Han, and nodded.

  Li Han always felt that Zong Hai's eyes were a little weird just now, Zong Ziqi's face was slightly red, and he smiled bitterly, waiting for a chance to talk to his grandfather.

   "Han, let's go."

   "Now in the past?"

  Li Han was a little surprised.

   "Why, aren't you curious, if all the paintings that were taken were Mark Rothko's, it would be worth hundreds of millions of dollars." Zong Ziqi said.

   "Of course, I kind of hope all are."

  Li Han said with a smile.

   "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up, I'm just curious whether the remaining paintings are Mark Rothko's." Zong Ziqi said with a smile.

   (end of this chapter)