How can I go back to the past?

Chapter 172 Eight Hundred Million
After arriving at the courtyard, Father Cheng said to Li Le, "Xiao Le, this is Mr. Lang, who works in real estate. He wants to buy a painting from Mr. Wu's collection from you."

"Sure! Let's go inside and talk!" Li Le made a gesture of invitation.

To be honest, if it was just Mr. Lang, Li Le would not let him into the house, but now Mr. Cheng is here. If Li Le doesn't let him into the house when Mr. Cheng comes, that would be a joke.

The three people came into the room, and Li Le said, "Please sit down."

Mr. Cheng didn't need to be polite at all and sat down directly. But Mr. Lang was not like that. He ran out and went straight to Li Le's antique shelf.

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Li Le was originally very angry, but when he saw Mr. Lang came to the antique shelf, he did not do anything and just looked at the antiques on it.

He didn't even touch her, so Li Le didn't continue talking.

At this time, Father Cheng quickly said to Li Le: "Xiao Le, don't be angry. Mr. Lang is like this. He doesn't care when he encounters antiques."

"It's okay, uncle." Li Le smiled.

At this time, Father Cheng also found something that interested him. When he came in just now, he didn't look at it carefully at all. Now that Mr. Lang did this, he also took a closer look.

It didn't matter if he took a look, he saw all kinds of old wines on the wine rack. Now Dad Cheng couldn't sit still anymore and ran over quickly.

Li Le just smiled. Li Le's attitude towards Cheng's father was completely different. Not to mention that Cheng's father just went to take a look, even if he took all the wine on the wine rack, Li Le would not say anything.

Of course, Dad Cheng wouldn't do that.

"Xiao Le, you little brat, you had so many good wines and didn't even tell me." Father Cheng shouted, then touched this bottle and looked at that bottle.

"Uncle, what you said is true. Didn't I send you a few bottles a few days ago?"

Looking at Li Le's innocent eyes, Dad Cheng didn't know what to say, because Li Le was right. He did send him wine two days ago, and it was six bottles.

But what Mr. Cheng wants is not quantity, but variety. In Mr. Cheng's opinion, the six bottles of wine that Li Le sent should be six kinds of wine.

Dad Cheng looked at all the wine, put it down, and came to the antique shelf.

"Mr. Lang, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Cheng, these are treasures, all treasures." Mr. Lang said excitedly while looking at the things on the antique shelf.

Although this Mr. Lang was a bit abrupt, he was still very sensible. He looked for a long time but did not reach out to touch anything. He just looked at them excitedly.

"Hey, it's just an antique." Father Cheng said indifferently.

For Mr. Cheng, who has no interest in antiques, this thing is not as practical as a bottle of old wine.

Hearing what Father Cheng said, Mr. Lang was speechless and said, "Mr. Cheng, these are not ordinary antiques. These are treasures, priceless treasures."

"Uh!" Father Cheng was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure this thing is priceless?"

"Mr. Cheng, I think you should know that I am not interested in anything except antique collection. I have been in contact with them for decades. I can tell whether they are good or bad at a glance. These are really treasures."

"Okay!" Father Cheng knew Mr. Lang well. Just as he said, this man was a collector. As long as he heard that there were antiques for sale somewhere, he would rush over even if there was no business to do there.

Just like this time, the two people were discussing business, and while chatting, they talked about an auction a few days ago. How could something like an auction be without Mr. Lang?

Of course, it was also because Cheng's father was present that the two of them were able to chat, and in the process, Mr. Wu's paintings were mentioned.

At that time, Mr. Lang's attention was all on the antiques that Li Le had taken to auction, and he had no interest in the paintings of a modern painter.

However, many of the topics discussed by collectors these days were about that painting, which aroused his interest, so he started chatting with Cheng's father.

When Mr. Cheng found out that Mr. Lang was interested in Mr. Wu's paintings, he thought of Li Le's plan to sell the paintings privately, so he told Mr. Lang that he knew who had Mr. Wu's paintings.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lang didn't want to talk about business anymore and asked Mr. Cheng to bring him over, which is why Mr. Cheng called Li Le to ask him to come over.

"Mr. Li, I wonder if you can part with these?" Mr. Lang said to Li Le while looking at the antiques on the display cabinet.

Li Le looked at Mr. Lang speechlessly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lang, I don't plan to sell these."

Li Le was not being perfunctory, nor was he trying to raise the price. He really didn't plan to sell it. He sold antiques before because he needed money, and now he has no shortage of money, so why should he sell it again?

Moreover, the antiques on the display cabinet now are not the same as before. These are all treasures, just as Mr. Lang said.

Even if he were to sell them, he wouldn't sell these.

Hearing that Li Le was not selling, Mr. Lang was a little disappointed. He looked at the antique shelf again and said, "Mr. Li, can you give me one?"

Without waiting for Li Le to refuse, he quickly said, "Mr. Li, please don't refuse first. Listen to me. My mother is a Buddhist. I want to take this jade Guanyin back as a gift to my mother."

"Mr. Lang, I..."

Before Li Le finished speaking, Mr. Lang interrupted him and said, "Six hundred million, I'll give you six hundred million. I think Mr. Li, as a collector, should know that the price I'm giving is definitely not low."

"Mr. Lang, this is not a matter of money at all. It's just that I have no intention of selling it." Li Le shook his head.

"Eight hundred million. Mr. Li has so many treasures here. You don't care about this one, right?"

In fact, what Mr. Lang said was correct. Li Le really didn't care about this one piece. He had more than a hundred pieces in his hands, but about 800 pieces. He even had more than one Jade Guanyin.

It's just different. Now, because there is no place to put them, they are all placed in the west wing.

But even so, Li Le still didn't want to sell them, because if he sold one of these things, there would be one less, and Li Le planned to see if he could build a museum or something in the future.

"Xiao Le, why don't you sell one to Mr. Lang?" Father Cheng said at this time.

Of course, Father Cheng didn't know the situation. He thought Li Le was raising the price. Besides, it was just a jade Guanyin, but it was worth 800 million yuan. There was nothing he couldn't do with 800 million yuan.

Of course Li Le knew what Cheng's father was thinking and what Cheng's father meant. It was precisely because he knew this that he didn't know how to tell Cheng's father.

Li Le thought about it, nodded and said, "Okay, since Uncle Cheng has said it, I'll sell it to you."

(End of this chapter)