All-rounder Artist-Chapter 936 - 870 The First Full House

Chapter 936: Chapter 870: The First “Full House

Chapter 936 -870: The First “Full House

“This painting is incredible!”

As Wang Xin hung up the phone, Wang Yue’s excited voice rose, her eyes almost pressed against the glass!

“Unbelievable!”

Wang Xin’s wife looked at the painting, her eyes full of obsession, murmuring to herself, “How can there be such a painting in the world…”

Wang Xin said nothing.

He and his family stared at the painting, breathing growing heavier, the more they looked, the more intoxicated they became, the more they felt overwhelmed!

Five hundred thousand a night?

He felt the money was well spent!

No!

Wang Xin even had a feeling of having made a profit!

As a Zhao Continent tycoon, a socialite, Wang Xin had seen quite a few works claiming to be of Master Level, and had even bought many so-called masterpieces to decorate his place.

At the gatherings of the wealthy.

He always heard people discussing the artistic conception of some Master Level paintings and calligraphy.

However, even though he outwardly agreed with others’ assessments, he actually never agreed inside; buying paintings and calligraphy was just to put on airs of refinement and not to be seen as a crass upstart without a shred of culture.

But today!

Wang Xin understood for the first time!

A painting can indeed shock one’s soul and convey an artistic conception!

Yes!

Artistic conception.

For the first time, Wang Xin experienced the so-called artistic conception!

It was an incomparably marvelous shock, with just one look he was deeply mesmerized.

He felt as if he could directly sense the message conveyed by the painting and experience the aura of looking down on the world, his boldness enough to swallow mountains and rivers…

His chest felt expanded!

His heart surged with pride!

This purification of the mind was entirely brought about by the painting; the last time Wang Xin had felt this way was at the moment of his first brilliant success in business!

At this moment, he had only one thought:

No matter the cost, he had to buy this painting, to appreciate and treasure it himself!

Just then.

His secretary called.

Wang Xin immediately answered the phone, eager to know, “What’s the word?”

The secretary’s tone was a bit odd, “The manager says the hotel’s paintings are not for sale to the public…”

Not for sale to the public.

Wang Xin’s expression immediately fell.

In fact, he could understand; if he were the hotel owner, he too probably would not sell these paintings, and wouldn’t even bear to hang them in the hotel suites.

Unable to help herself, the secretary said, “Boss, if you like paintings, there are many masters in Zhao Continent…”

“What use do I have for those paintings? It’s not like I don’t have them at home!”

Wang Xin directly interrupted the secretary’s suggestion; those paintings were worthless in his eyes!

The painting before him was different, unlike any other works he had seen before!

Wang Xin confirmed his own feelings!

He suppressed the disappointment in his heart, taking a deep breath:

“For the next few days, I’ll be staying at this hotel, including future business trips to Qin Continent, I have to stay at this hotel only, other hotels need not be considered!”

“Understood.”

The secretary, though full of questions, did not dare to question the boss’s decision.

“By the way.”

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xin added, “Mr. Miao and Mr. Fang are meeting with me tomorrow to discuss business, invite them to come directly to this hotel.”

“Have them come over?”

The secretary hesitated for a moment but couldn’t help reminding her boss, “This collaboration is very important for us, if we ask them to come to the hotel to meet us, won’t these two bosses feel we’re neglecting them?”

“Forget it, I’ll call them myself.”

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Wang Xin didn’t explain to the secretary; it was precisely because the business was so important that he would directly invite them to the hotel!

Both these tycoons were lovers of paintings.

Even he, who didn’t understand art, was so attracted by the painting before his eyes.

Wang Xin didn’t believe these two couldn’t see the vast artistic conception of the painting in his room.

Who said that business negotiations have to involve alcohol?

After hanging up the phone.

Wang Xin suddenly heard his daughter’s surprised exclamation, “This painting is actually a work by Teacher Shadow!”

Wang Xin’s wife quickly asked, “Who is Teacher Shadow?”

Wang Yue stared at the signature on the painting, which read “Shadow”:

“Teacher Shadow is a good friend of Teacher Admirable Fish, best known for his comics, but his traditional Chinese paintings are also very good, no, judging by this painting, Teacher Shadow’s traditional paintings are more than just good…”

Wang Yue was already a qualified fan of Xian Yu.

As a Zhao Continent resident, she was very knowledgeable about information on Xian Yu, including the relationship with Three Bros.

“Husband!”

Wang Xin’s wife looked at him, “Since they don’t sell this painting, what about paying Teacher Shadow to paint another one for us?”

Another one?

Wang Xin was stunned, his expression quickly heating up!

Suddenly awake as if from a dream!

Right!

If this one wasn’t for sale, then why not simply pay the author of the painting to create another similar piece?

…

The next day.

Still at the Yu Dynasty Hotel.

Wang Xin stood at the entrance, watching two stretch limousines arrive one after the other at the hotel’s front door.

“Mr. Miao, Mr. Fang, thanks for taking the trouble,” he greeted the two bosses with a smile as they got out of their respective cars.

Mr. Fang responded coolly, “President Wang certainly does things unexpectedly; this is the first time someone has asked me to meet at a hotel for business.”

His name was Fang Mokan.

A well-known tycoon in Qin Continent.

Mr. Miao also expressed his dissatisfaction indirectly, “You know, it took me forty minutes to get here on my way; President Wang, you’re rolling in wealth, could you reimburse my gas money?”

Mr. Miao’s name was Miao Bai.

His status was comparable to that of Fang Mokan.

As if he hadn’t noticed their dissatisfaction, Wang Xin made a gesture of invitation, “Would you please excuse the trouble and follow me upstairs?”