Galactic Garbage Station

Around 9 pm, the birthday banquet ended.

Su Zhenyue and Yeqin had to stay a while longer. Su Zhenyue and his classmates left the room first and went to a barbecue shop nearby to have dinner. Although they said they were going to kill Su Zhenyue orally, the main purpose was actually just to talk to each other. After all, we didn't get together easily. Several people didn't leave until around 12 pm until they returned home.

The next day, He Jingdong came to Su Jingdong's house for a field trip. Although it was by the sea, the sea was a reef, and the land beneath the house was strong enough, so it could be built. Finally, He Jingdong valued 10 million, including various layouts and decorations required by Su Jingdong, including the luxury renovation of the villa on the fourth floor. In fact, at least 10 million was initially said. It was deliberately tall enough to make Su Jingdong aware of the difficulty, and 10 million was luxurious enough.

The only remaining problem now is that the countryside does not seem to be able to build this tall. Su Zhuo called Wang Zhuo. First, because of the great power of the Royal Family, Wang Zhuo has done a good job. Second, Wang Zhuo has sent people to examine the surrounding environment and obtained permission from the government to start developing this tourism industry. He now has a great say in the construction of this area.

“What are you building so tall for?” Wang Zhuo was surprised to hear Su Xiao's words.

“Live on your own.” Su Qian said.

“…” Wang Zhuo across the street couldn't help but stay for a moment. Not long ago, Su Zhuo was just a brilliant rural cook. He became so homegrown in the blink of an eye. Looking at himself, Su Zhuo must be a character in the future.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of everything.” Wang Zhuo smiled, obviously it was nothing but a small matter for him.

“Thank you so much.” Su Jingxi said.

“Be polite with me about what.” Wang Zhuohao smiled and turned, “I was just asking you to help me with one thing, I have an old friend, because I am old, I have been losing my appetite for the past six months, can you see how many meals I can cook him? ”

“It's a small thing, I'll send it myself some other time, but I can't guarantee it will work.” Su Xiao promised to come down, but daring not to pack a ticket will definitely work. After all, the elderly's physical function is in decline, unlike that of children and young people.

“Oh, if he can't even eat what you've done, it's only to say that his time limit is approaching and he's hopeless.” Wang Zhuo laughed.

“…” Su Zheng was speechless for a while. Is it such a detriment to his old friend?

After hanging up the phone, Su Jingdong talked to He Jingdong for a while and confirmed some details. He Jingdong seemed to be inspired. He couldn't wait to leave with the paper. He Jingdong designed and introduced the familiar construction team. Next, he basically didn't need to worry about Su Jingdong. However, although the “building blocks” process would be sufficient for one month, the early work was time-consuming and could not be rushed.

“Ten million, I'm not enough, I have to make money.” Su Zheng intends to send the root of the tree to the Marlboro auction house, but he only has 2.66 million on hand, which is enough to produce 78 million.

“Look at this painting.” Su Zheng took out the painting of mountain water bought from Shen Hong, and only after he bought it did Su Zheng know that from a professional point of view, the painting can no longer be falsified. Whether it is shaft, paper or ink, it is exposed as a modern copy, and the standard of copying can only be said. In fact, Wu Daozi's representative wrote the "Ten Kings Send Sons Map", and what remained was not a true book, but a copy of Song's Li Gonglin. However, the copy was also gradual, and this copy in Su Zheng's hand could not undoubtedly be streamed. And that's why nobody bought it before.

“Untie it.” Su Xin released his mental power, drilled into the gap from the edge of the painting, and then slowly lifted the surface along the gap. If it was to rely on his hand, I'm afraid it would take a lot of skill, otherwise it would be easy to tear the painting inside, but separated by mental force from the inside, it was simple. Tearing apart a corner reveals the yellowing paper inside, as well as the corner of the ink painting, are a few bamboos, and a few columns of words.

Su Zheng continued to peel off the surface and later completely tore it apart. The whole painting was exposed, with only a few bamboos and two standing stones. Simple, Though Su Xin doesn't know how to do it, I feel this painting is elegant and much better than before it was unraveled.

“Check to see if it's a painting.” According to the words on the painting, as well as the red seal, Su Zheng checked the information online. After a while, he really found some eyebrows and revealed a surprise. “Is this - Zheng Panqiao's" Bamboo Stone Chart "? ”

Zheng Panqiao is a famous book painter in Qing Chu and one of the famous Yangzhou Eight Monsters. He was renowned by the descendants as a "poem, book, painting” three all-powerful painter. His painting achievement was extremely high. He was particularly good at painting bamboo stones, fine branches of coarse leaves, lean and lonely. He was superhuman in character. The orchid he painted highlighted the wildness of the mountains, and he used a pen to show off, and he was a humorous poet.

Interestingly, Zheng Panqiao is different from ordinary literary people. For thousands of years, Chinese literary people are mostly ashamed of talking about money. Most people think that they are impatient, while Zheng Panqiao has a unique and elegant view, and they think that there is nothing to be ashamed of when they exchange paintings for money.

At the age of 30, Zheng Panqiao, teaching was already difficult to understand, so he went to Yangzhou to make a living selling paintings, and became a professional painter for 10 years. That is, during his subsequent service of the R County decree, he believed that "he did not go to work, sold books, earned several times more than cheap salaries”, and thought of his own way back, to sell paintings with his friends with Li surname for a living. In the letter of "Show my brother Mo in the Department", he wrote: “Fast clothing me, carry my draft, sell paintings in Yangzhou, and old Li”. Indeed, after his resignation, he worked as a professional painter until his death, selling paintings for 20 years.

As a professional painter, Zheng Panqiao Zheng Panqiao painted more than 7,000 copies, according to statistics. But some of them are half-hearted, full of counterfeits, and others say, "The truth is less than a tenth."

“It is not known whether it is a miracle or a counterfeit, but if it is, it is developed.” Su Zheng looked at the bamboo stone diagram in front of him and felt a little excited. This was just a painting bought at random for a thousand yuan. If it was Zheng Panqiao's true story, it would be normal to sell a million yuan, which would be equivalent to making a million yuan if you turned around. This is easier than picking up money.

“Then take it to the Marlboro auction house for identification.” After all, Su Zheng didn't know how to do it. He couldn't identify it. In his heart, he thought that it had been solved anyway. Even if he put it in front of Shen Hong, he wouldn't think it was the mountain water map.

At this time, Su Jing heard a scream and the tiger whale was screaming.

Su Zheng placed the bamboo stone chart and came to the beach. He saw the tiger whale carrying a large piece of white. It seemed to be used to give it to himself again. During this time, every time the tiger whale came here, he would bring a gift, but most of it was of little value. After all, it didn't understand what value it had.

“Tiger, what are you delivering this time?” Su Zheng walked up, took off the large white pieces in the mouth of the tiger whale, and then revealed the colour of doubt. Some of the gifts from the tiger whale in the past, although not very valuable, were better looking, such as shells, corals, etc., but what is this white thing?