Tebus replied calmly, "You have always been in charge of managing things in China, and your performance over the years has been quite good. I believe in your abilities."
"I heard that you came to China this time for personal matters?" Mu Qing asked tentatively.
When asked about the purpose of his trip, Tebus's face lit up with a bright smile.
"Yes, I came for my idol."
Mu Qing smiled and said, "The person who can become your idol must be very amazing."
"Yes, this person is a mysterious and legendary figure. It would be my honor to meet him during this trip to China."
The thought of meeting his idol again made Tebus feel just as excited as any young fan.
I was so excited last night that I couldn't sleep.
"Oh? What you've said has made me curious, Mr. Tebus. Who exactly is your idol?"
"Ye Bai."
Upon hearing the name, Mu Qing couldn't immediately place it, though the name sounded somewhat familiar.
But when I thought of Tebus's passion for collecting famous paintings, the name Ye Bai suddenly came to mind.
"Are you referring to Ye Bai, the mysterious painter who created 'The Other Shore Flower'?"
Tebus smiled and nodded.
"Besides him, who else could make me personally travel to China?"
Mu Qing didn't know much about Ye Bai, but he did know something about his painting "The Other Shore Flower," which caused a sensation worldwide.
"I didn't expect Mr. Ye Bai to be in China. Mr. Tebus, did you make an appointment with Mr. Ye Bai?"
"He's such a mysterious person, how could I possibly have the chance to meet him alone? I heard that he was going to hold an art exhibition in China, and I was lucky enough to get a ticket, so I came here because of his reputation."
"Oh? Ye Bai is actually holding an art exhibition?" How come he hadn't heard about it even though he was in China?
Ye Bai is, after all, a world-class painter. If he were to hold an exhibition in China, the entire capital would have been buzzing with excitement.
Why didn't he hear about it, but Tebus, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, did?
Something felt off, but then I thought, as long as Tebus isn't in China to inspect the branch, he can do whatever he wants. As the regional president, all I need to do is take good care of the big boss's food, clothing, and accommodation.
**
Tang Family
The petite Mr. Tang was appraising calligraphy and paintings with an old friend in his study.
"Although this painting, 'Awakening of Insects,' is a forgery, it can still be considered an antique painting, only it is not a work by Su Xian."
Su Xian was a renowned painter of the Northern Song Dynasty, specializing in landscape painting. His paintings were profound in their artistic conception, and he was already a famous painter in his time. However, only about ten of his works have survived to this day.
"Mr. Tang, is this really not Su Xian's work? Please take another look."
"Hehe, no need to look anymore. If I say it's not, then it's definitely not." Old Tang put the magnifying glass on the table and took off his reading glasses.
Looking up at the old man beside him, he said, "Su Xian's works are extremely rare. There are only ten known to exist, three of which were lost overseas a hundred years ago. Last year, one of Su Xian's paintings was auctioned off for a high price of twelve million US dollars. If yours were genuine, the price would definitely be even higher, but unfortunately, it's a fake."
“How could it be fake? This painting has been passed down from my ancestors and has been in my Zhang family for at least 150 years.”
Seeing the old man's furrowed brows, he seemed reluctant to believe it.
“Old Zhang, if you don’t believe me, you can take it to someone else for appraisal. As I just said, although this painting of yours was not created by Su Xian, judging from the paper quality, the colors on the painting, and the degree of damage, it should be from the late Ming Dynasty, which is several hundred years old. Although it is a forgery, it should be able to sell for several hundred thousand without any problem.”
"US dollars?"
Old Tang shook his head: "RMB"
Old Zhang's face immediately turned ashen.
A painting that was originally worth tens of millions of US dollars is now only worth a few hundred thousand? Or even RMB?
Although I was reluctant to believe it was true, the veteran appraiser spoke up and determined that the painting was fake, and the possibility of it being real was extremely slim.
"After all, it was passed down from our ancestors, so I'll continue to pass it on."
A mere few hundred thousand is really not worth the trouble he's making.
"Knock knock!"
There was a knock on the study door.
"Come in!"
The door was pushed open, and the butler walked in slowly.
"Sir, a young lady wishes to see you."
Did you make an appointment in advance?
"No, but you know that young lady, so I took the liberty of informing you and seeing if you would like to see her."
Many people wait for Mr. Tang to appraise their items every day, but Mr. Tang is getting older and now only helps with appraisals at home, and only three items a day. Therefore, people need to make an appointment half a month or even a month in advance to have their items appraised by Mr. Tang.
Mr. Tang is too lazy to see people who come to him without an appointment.
"The rules can't be broken. Let her make an appointment first, and come when it's her turn."
The butler remained standing, smiling as he said, "It's Miss Bai."
Old Tang frowned: "Which Miss Bai?"
"Miss Bai Qianmo."
Upon hearing this name, the old man's sharp eyes narrowed.
"Let her in."
Grandpa Zhang, who was standing to the side, was somewhat surprised.
"Someone actually managed to break your rules?"
They were friends for many years, and Tang Lao was known for his stubborn and eccentric personality.
Once he sets the rules, even if the King of Heaven himself comes, he has to follow them.
Unexpectedly, I saw this stubborn old man make an exception today?
Unconsciously, Old Zhang also became a little curious about Miss Bai outside the door, so he did not take the initiative to ask to leave.
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