Five Screens [Bamboo Stone Lonely Bird Painting]

Liu Chuanqing and his wife were unwilling to accept it no matter what. This was not a matter of hundreds of thousands of yuan. According to the current housing price, that 220 square meters hardcover house was at least 17 million yuan. Such filial piety was no longer in the traditional sense.

"Little Mo, listen to my parents. Keep the money for yourself. I heard from my father that you picked up a bargain for more than 100 million yuan during your trip to the capital. Although it's a lot of money, it can't withstand you spending it like this."

Liu Yingying also started to persuade him.

Li Mo chuckled and said, "I knew you would think that way. I originally planned to buy two apartments at once. At that time, it would be great if we lived upstairs and downstairs. However, I encountered something two days ago and bought a riverfront mansion on the Bund."

Liu Chuanqing immediately sat up straight. The City God Temple was close to the Bund. He knew very well that the housing price there was not a small sum. It was normal for the unit price to exceed 200,000 yuan per square meter.

"How much did it cost?"

"350 square meters, 70 million yuan."

The three of them gasped. This child was only 19 years old in two months. Wasn't he a little prodigal to spend so much money at such a young age?

Liu Yingying reached out and touched his forehead. She asked softly, "Are you burning too much money?"

Old Liu even slapped the coffee table and shouted, "It's such a big matter, and your parents aren't by your side. You should at least discuss it with me. It's 70 million yuan. What if you're deceived? Do you still care about me, your master, and Shiniang?"

"Old Liu, don't be anxious. Little Mo is not a muddle-headed person."

Li Mo did not expect his master to have such a big reaction. He hurriedly poured him a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Master, do I look like dumbo? Drink some water and listen to me first?"

"Tell me. If you don't make it clear, don't call me Master in the future. When your parents come back, they will definitely blame me for not managing you well. How am I going to answer to them?"

Liu Chuanqing lost his temper excitedly, but Li Mo felt a warm feeling in his heart when he heard that. His master was still the one who was responsible for him.

"Master, do you still remember what I asked you the day before yesterday? There's an inscription that looks like the words 'I Will Not Worship You'."

Liu Chuanqing frowned. "Does that inscription have a background?"

"He has a powerful background. 'I Will Not Worship You' is actually the name Niu Shihui."

"Who's Niu Shihui?" Liu Chuanqing's tone softened.

"He's the ninth-generation grandson of Zhu Quan, the 17th son of the Ming Dynasty's Hongwu Emperor, Zhu Quan. He's a painter from the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty. He's good at flowers and birds. You've never heard of him, but you must have heard of his biological brother."

Liu Chuanqing's curiosity was piqued. "Why are you talking in riddles? Tell me who it is."

"Bada Shanren."

Liu Chuanqing stood up and said anxiously, "Is he really the younger brother of the Bada Shanren?"

Li Mo nodded affirmatively and stretched out his fingers. "I found five sets of furniture in that mansion. I've studied them before. They should be the five screens of [Bamboo Stone Lonely Bird Painting]. Moreover, that mansion that originally cost more than 80 million yuan, is sold for 70 million yuan. Just the Hainanese rosewood furniture inside is worth more than two million yuan. I'm afraid that some big shot will beat me to it, so I'm in a hurry to make a move. Master, don't worry. With Lawyer Zhu in the capital accompanying me the entire time, the ownership of those five paintings now belongs to me."

"Little Mo, are Niu Shihui's paintings valuable?" Yingying didn't understand, but since he was the descendant of the Ming Dynasty's Hongwu Emperor, he should be a famous person.

"Five screens of [Bamboo Stone Lonely Bird Painting] will cost more than 100 million yuan," Li Mo said conservatively.

"So you made more than 100 million yuan by buying a house."

Liu Yingying blinked in shock.

Only then did Li Mo smile and say, "Those five paintings are still hanging on the wall of the study. That's why I was in a hurry to go over today to take them down and store them in the bank safe."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go over there now." Liu Chuanqing couldn't sit still anymore. "Child, you're too rash. Why didn't you say such an important thing first?"

"You always make me worry for nothing." Liu Yingying nodded his head gently.

"Master, don't be anxious. I just remembered that it's the weekend today on the way here, so let's wait for next Monday. Let's get back to the topic of the house. I just want to ask Master if I'm your dear disciple."

"Of course. I'll be angry with whoever dares to say that you're not."

"Then that's fine. In ancient times, a relationship between master and disciple would be like a father-son relationship. Even in the modern world, I'm considered half a son of you and Shiniang. Why can't I buy a house to show my filial piety to you?"

"That's different." Liu Chuanqing shook his head.

"Besides, Yingying is already grown-up. Her best friend and classmate will even become a celebrity in the future. She has to have a place to stay when she goes home. Can you just treat it as I prepared for Yingying?"

Liu Chuanqing and his wife looked at each other hesitantly. Li Mo was right. After all, their daughter had grown up. If she brought a few friends back in the future, they wouldn't even have a place to sit down and eat.

"Master, Shiniang, don't think too much. Otherwise, I'll really be angry."

"I'll accept it as my future dowry." Liu Yingying patted Li Mo's shoulder and said with a smile, "My father doesn't treat you as half a son. He treats you even better than me, his biological daughter."

"Honey, go buy groceries quickly. Let's go to that mansion to take a look after lunch."

Lunch was sumptuous. Song Yuanning bought Li Mo's favorite dishes. As the Liu father and daughter ate, they felt upset. She was too biased. What was wrong with buying one of their favorite dishes?

After lunch, the four of them went to the luxurious apartment.

Liu Chuanqing had been driving his car for 10 years. It looked well maintained and had a large space, but the decorations inside were obviously old.

"Shinang, change this car too."

"The car is good. There's no need to change it." Song Yuanning rejected him again.

"I'm going to get a driver's license. This car can be used for me to practice. It would be a pity if I took my driver's license and drove a new car immediately and accidentally bumped into it."

"This…"

"We'll do whatever Little Mo says. In the past, we've always wanted to enjoy our daughter's blessings in the future. Now, we'll enjoy our disciple's blessings first. Our lives won't be in vain."

"Dad, I'll also be filial to you in the future. I can't afford a house or a car, but I won't lack cigarettes and alcohol."

Liu Yingying sat beside Li Mo. As she spoke with a smile, she reached out and grabbed his thigh, twisting it.

Li Mo's expression changed drastically, as if he had eaten a bitter gourd.

The deed of Li Mo taking out 70 million yuan in cash to buy a luxurious apartment yesterday had already circulated in the community. The security guards at the door hurriedly saluted him when they saw him again.

"Brother Security, these are my parents and sister. Let them pass when they come in the future."

"Alright, Mr. Li."

The car successfully drove into the community. Liu Yingying said sourly, "You are calling them Dad and Mom so sweetly."

"It's convenient for you to come over anytime in the future!"

Li Mo didn't feel that anything was wrong, but Yingying was stunned. Then, she blushed and avoided his gaze. "Dream on."

Liu Chuanqing and Song Yuanning, who were sitting in front, looked at each other. These two children were a little strange.

The moment he entered the house, Liu Chuanqing shouted. All he saw was Hainanese rosewood. Although it was not the most expensive wood, it was large. There were also all kinds of porcelain. They were the best among modern handicrafts.

Liu Yingying stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the scenery of the Bund with an intoxicated expression.

"Master, these are all small things. I'll bring you to the study to see Niu Shihui's paintings."

Visiting the mansion was secondary. The main thing was the five paintings. The two of them walked into the study. Li Mo carefully took them down and spread them on the desk.

"Master, please take a look."

"Why does this painting's inscription really look like 'I Will Not Worship You'? Fortunately, you're more careful. Otherwise, you would have missed such a famous painting."

"Little Mo, let me see what a painting worth 20 to 30 million yuan looks like." Yingying walked closer to take a look. "The bird painting is quite strange. It's an indescribably strange feeling."

Li Mo smiled and said, "Niu Shihui and the Bada Shanren are the 10th generation great-grandsons of the Ming Dynasty's Hongwu Emperor. Furthermore, they lived in the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty. They claim to be survivors of the Ming Dynasty and are unwilling to collude with those who have joined the Qing Court. Hence, they hide their identities and live a poor life."

"They were persecuted by the Qing Dynasty and despised those Great Ming officials who joined the Qing Dynasty, so their style has obvious emotions. You think the bird is strange because it's rolling its eyes at you."

Liu Yingying lowered her head and took a closer look. "It's really rolling its eyes."

"In a special era, special environments created their special style. Niu Shihui's five paintings have simple compositions. There are only three elements: bamboo, stone, and lone birds. However, the layout is exquisite, concise, and suitable with ink. They are rare paintings. Each painting is sold for about 20 to 30 million yuan alone. If they are auctioned together in the form of five screens, the total price will probably be higher."

Li Mo rolled up the paintings one by one. He had yet to think of a way to sell them.

"Little Mo, you just picked up the Great Qing Dragon Mail worth more than 100 million yuan a while ago. How long has it been since you picked up Niu Shihui's five-screen [Bamboo Stone Lonely Bird Painting] worth more than 100 million yuan? I wonder how much trouble it will cause if word gets out. Everyone has to keep this matter a secret for the time being."