This Bad Luck is Awesome!

’Now that I’m sure about it, I can definitely sell this painting.’

’As for who to sell it to, it had to be Liu Jianjun.’

’First, Liu Jianjun offered a high price.’

’Second, Liu Jianjun was buying it for his mother, so he would just keep it in his collection at home, not circulate it on the market.’

’So, basically, no one would find out that Liu Jianjun bought a Qi Baishi’s "Immortal Peach Birthday Celebration" from him.’

So, he sent a message directly to Liu Jianjun.

"Great. I’ll come over to your place to pick it up."

Liu Jianjun replied to the message quickly, proactively offering to come to his house.

"Wouldn’t that be too much trouble for you, Uncle Liu?"

Chen Mo was slightly taken aback; he hadn’t expected the other party to be so serious about this.

"No trouble at all. I was just worrying about what to get my mother for her birthday."

Liu Jianjun replied cheerfully.

"In that case, I’ll have to trouble you to make the trip, Uncle Liu. By the way, I remember you have a younger brother who runs a chain of jewelry stores, right?"

"I have some gold bars here I’d like to sell, and I was wondering if he buys them."

Chen Mo didn’t refuse again. Then, remembering he had gold bars at home, he asked another question.

"How many gold bars do you have?"

"4,000 grams. They’re all from China Gold, 200 grams per bar, 20 bars in total. They all have certificates and are still in their sealed boxes."

Chen Mo sent him the photos he had taken earlier.

"These gold bars are completely legitimate. There’s no reason not to buy them."

"As it happens, my second brother is at my place right now. We’ll come over together."

After seeing the photos Chen Mo sent, Liu Jianjun replied without a second thought.

He had thought Chen Mo was talking about some gold bars of dubious origin.

If there was a large quantity of that kind of gold, it would be a bit troublesome to buy it back.

But even so, he would have found a way to help Chen Mo by taking them.

But it turned out that what Chen Mo had were all standard gold bars from China Gold.

Moreover, they were still in their sealed boxes with all the certificates.

Gold bars like these were completely aboveboard. There was absolutely no risk, and the purity was guaranteed.

Any gold shop would buy as many of these as you could bring them.

"Okay, I’ll send you my location."

Chen Mo sent Liu Jianjun his location, along with his building and apartment number.

"Okay, we should be there in about half an hour."

Liu Jianjun glanced at his navigation and sent a reply.

Chen Mo put down his phone and dug out the tea he had at home.

It was a gift from Lu Mingzhe the last time he visited, but Chen Mo didn’t usually drink it.

He had only kept one box for himself from the tea delivered last time.

He’d sent all the rest home to his dad.

With the Liu Jianjun brothers coming over, he definitely had to brew a pot of tea to serve them.

Otherwise, it would seem rather impolite.

Then he washed three cups, dried them with a paper towel, and placed them on the table.

After finishing, he leaned back on the sofa and started scrolling through his phone.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Before long, he heard a knock at the door.

CLICK.

He glanced through the peephole and, after confirming it was the Liu Jianjun brothers, opened the door.

When he opened the door, he saw Liu Jianjun and his second brother, Liu Jianshe, standing at the entrance holding bags of all sizes filled with gifts.

"Mr. Chen, this is our first visit. We came in a bit of a hurry, so we didn’t have much time to prepare. We just grabbed a few gifts from home. Please don’t mind the humble selection."

The Liu Jianjun brothers said, looking at Chen Mo with some embarrassment.

In their eyes, bringing such inexpensive things on their first visit to their benefactor’s home was too abrupt and presumptuous.

"Uncle Liu, you’re both too kind. Please, come in."

Chen Mo smiled and stepped aside to let them in.

At the same time, he glanced at the gifts the two had brought.

They were similar to what Lu Mingzhe had brought last time—all sorts of expensive cigarettes and liquor, as well as some luxury goods and health supplements.

’A quick glance suggested the gifts were likely worth over six figures.’

’But from the way the Liu Jianjun brothers spoke, you’d think the gifts were nothing special.’

’All I can say is, they’re just too rich.’

"Have a seat."

After they came inside, Chen Mo had them sit on the sofa.

Then he brewed three cups of tea—well, he made a cup for himself, too.

"West Lake Longjing Tea, from the pre-Qingming harvest of the eighteen imperial bushes. Mr. Chen, you have fine taste."

Liu Jianjun took a small sip of the tea and immediately offered a word of praise.

"A friend gave it to me."

Chen Mo gave him a surprised look. ’To know what kind of tea it is from a single sip... he must drink a lot of it.’

’Then again, considering his wealth, it’s not surprising.’

"I brought you some Banzhang Old Tree Pu’er. You can try it at home; its flavor is also quite good."

Liu Jianjun glanced at the pile of gifts and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

Chen Mo blew on the hot tea, took a sip, and expressed his thanks.

’Since Liu Jianjun brought up the tea, it must mean the quality of the tea he brought is at least on par with what Lu Mingzhe gave him last time.’

The three of them sat on the sofa and chatted politely for a while.

"May I see the painting?"

Liu Jianjun finally remembered the purpose of his visit and took the initiative to ask to see the painting.

After all, he had only seen a photo yesterday.

"Of course."

Chen Mo took the painting out of its long box and slowly unrolled it on the table.

Once the scroll was fully unrolled, Liu Jianjun leaned over and began to examine it carefully.

He looked it over from top to bottom, very meticulously.

"Excellent. It’s Mr. Qi Baishi’s ’Immortal Peach Birthday Celebration,’ and it’s been preserved perfectly."

Liu Jianjun examined it for two and a half minutes and confirmed there was nothing wrong with the painting.

"Let’s stick to what we discussed yesterday. I’ll take this painting for 8.2 million. What do you think, Mr. Chen?"

Having made up his mind, Liu Jianjun turned to look at Chen Mo.

"Didn’t we say 8 million?"

Surprise showed in Chen Mo’s eyes. ’Why add another 200,000?’

"Haha, didn’t I say so yesterday? Just for you calling me ’Uncle,’ I had to add at least 200,000 for you."

Hearing this, Liu Jianjun burst out laughing.