Chapter 726 What a Coincidence

731. What a coincidence

After hearing what Xu Xuan said, Xiaolu was completely dumbfounded. In her eyes, those inconspicuous people in Yuanyang Villa were all invited by Tang Wen at a high price. Even the ugly-looking painting Tang Wen hung in the toilet was actually a Picasso's original work, worth more than 200 million Chinese yuan.

"Ah? Do you mean I have despised a painting worth more than 200 million for so long?" Xiaolu was a little stunned.

Xu Xuan nodded and said, "It's not just that painting. There is no painting hanging on the wall in Yuanyang Villa that is less than 5 million."

"Hiss." Xiaolu took a breath of cold air. It turned out that she had been living in a "golden nest" but she didn't know anything.

Not only her, but even Ma Piaoliang didn't expect that those "ugly" paintings on the wall were actually some handed-down works, and there were even some out-of-print foreign artworks.

But what they didn't expect was that Tang Wen hung these things everywhere out of a spoof mentality, and there was also a famous painting worth 200 million in the toilet.

"I fainted. Last time I told Da Piaoliang why my husband hung a painting in the bathroom. It turned out that it was a Picasso." Xiaolu was about to cry because of her own stupidity. Fortunately, she didn't take down the stupid painting last time, otherwise it would be 200 million yuan wasted.

It's exciting to think about it.

Xiaolu and Xu Xuan's conversation was very "normal", and everyone around them was stunned. What kind of family? Hanging Picasso's painting in the bathroom? And the kind worth 200 million yuan?

Is it because there is too much money and nowhere to burn it?

No one knows how "annoying" Tang Wen is now when looking at these antiques. There are too many such things in the treasure houses he "looted".

However, some gold-made things are easier to display, but paintings are difficult. So Tang Wen simply found someone to hang all the things in his villas. Want to steal? Tang Wen's non-existent security guards are not joking with you.

Xiaolu patted her chest with lingering fear and said, "I was scared to death. I will never go there again." Thinking of the last time Tang Wen pulled her to do shameful things in front of those pictures, she blushed and her heart beat fast.

When she turned around, Xiaolu saw Zhang Lan and Hong Qinghuan standing up, so she curiously asked Hong Qinghuan, "Excuse me, are you Ms. Hong Qinghuan?"

"Uh, it's me." Hong Qinghuan was about to pull Zhang Lan away, and Xiaolu's question made her nod subconsciously.

"It's really you, hello Ms. Hong Qinghuan. I was your loyal fan when I was a child. Can you sign an autograph for me?" Xiaolu said excitedly.

Hong Qinghuan was the dream goddess of countless people back then. Although I don't know why she "retired at the peak of her career", it doesn't affect Xiaolu being her fan.

"Okay." Hong Qinghuan smiled, took the pen handed by Xiaolu and signed her name on Xiaolu's notebook.

"Can we take a photo together?" Xiaolu said expectantly with a pair of big eyes.

Hong Qinghuan nodded and took the initiative to stand with Xiaolu. Xiaolu happily asked Xu Xuan to help take pictures, and she made an eggplant gesture to the camera.

After taking pictures, Xiaolu took out her business card and handed it to Hong Qinghuan, saying: "Sister Qinghuan, this is my business card. You must come to see me when you come to the mainland in the future."

"Yes, okay, thank you." Hong Qinghuan was stunned. She didn't expect Xiaolu to give her a business card.

Xu Xuan, who was standing aside, looked at this "mysterious girl" curiously and followed Xiaolu to walk outside.

Zhang Lan, who was standing next to her, said enviously: "Qinghuan, you are famous now. With her care, I guess no one in Hong Kong dares to speak loudly to you."

"Is it as exaggerated as you said?" Hong Qinghuan put the business card into her handbag and said with a smile.

"That's right, you know who Dafei is. Now in Hong Kong, his words are more effective than anything else." Zhang Lan said enviously.

"Let it go." Hong Qinghuan said lightly.

At this time, the others in the hall realized that the two people in front of them were the "famous" Hong Qinghuan and Zhang Lan, the former queen of large scale in Hong Kong.

However, everyone was only surprised by their appearance. In their opinion, the two were "outdated" artists, and they could not be compared with Xiaolu, who was "in the limelight".

A female artist from Taiwan began to secretly tell everyone about Hong Qinghuan's "background". When they heard that the other party's family had been divided up as early as the early 1990s, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

It is only a matter of time before the "conservative" and unwilling to innovate of the Hong Qinghuan family will be submerged by the times. Take the well-known VCD as an example. This thing was originally purchased by the Hong family.

It is a pity that the Hong family has always adhered to the old way of doing things when innovating in science and technology, so it was defeated by many "gangs" who wanted to change their appearance.

In fact, everyone with a discerning eye knows that even if the Hong family is not besieged by "gangs", it is only a matter of time before their conservative thinking and production model are eliminated.

This time, Hong Qinghuan returned to the island without any ripples. Those who had previously relied on the Hong family had either gone bankrupt or found new backers, and their attitude towards the Hong family had also changed 180 degrees.

Before, when Hong Qinghuan came back from America, those "uncles" would still welcome her, but now those "nostalgic" uncles have been replaced by a new generation.

Even the White Wolf, known as the White Paper Fan, is now developing towards the Internet. The backward system of the island before is now just a "joke".

Hong Qinghuan left the lobby with Zhang Lan in a gloomy look. She looked back at the hotel with a complicated look and shook her head, saying, "This is no longer the place I remember."

"Qinghuan, everything is over." Zhang Lan comforted.

"Yes, everything is over." Hong Qinghuan sighed, and then the two walked towards the parking lot.

On the way, a man with a few black-clothed men stopped the two at the intersection and said with a smile: "Miss Hong, our Master Ma wants to invite you to come over for a chat."

"Sorry, please make way. I don't know you." Hong Qinghuan shook his head and refused the other party.

After being rejected, the man didn't say anything, but pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Really, Miss Hong? Our Master Ma is the head of the Tiandao Society. This time I want to talk to you about the issue of the Hong family's ancestral home."

"There's nothing to talk about. The house is not for sale." Hong Qinghuan said with a frown.

The man smiled and turned around to leave, but turned back and sneered: "I hope that Miss Hong will still have enough confidence to talk to us in a few days."

"What do you want to do?" Hong Qinghuan's face changed suddenly.

The man sneered and said, "Just a reminder, Miss Hong, we will be waiting for you in Box 8 of the Cather Hotel at 8 o'clock tomorrow night." After that, he left with his men.