Chapter 483

Wu Yuansheng had been a bit worried before coming; he feared that Su Xinghui might still hold a grudge over what Luo Xiaomei said last time. Now, seeing Su Xinghui's attitude, he felt relieved.

Luo Xiaomei was a straightforward girl. Without any coyness, she said to Su Xinghui: "Xinghui, I shouldn't have said those things to you last time. Please don't hold a grudge against me!"

Su Xinghui laughed: "What things did you say to me? I don't remember at all!"

Su Xinghui's magnanimity made Wu Yuansheng nod secretly.

Su Xinghui sat down, taking a seat next to Xu Xiaoguang, and asked: "Wu Jun hasn't come yet?"

Zhang Cheng said: "Captain Wu is a very busy man these days."

Su Xinghui said: "Then let's wait for him a little longer."

Wu Yuansheng said to Xu Xiaoguang: "Xiaoguang, look at you, I haven't seen you for a few months, why have you gotten so dark?"

Xu Xiaoguang said: "Staying at the construction site every day, how could I not get dark?"

Wu Yuansheng nodded: "That's true, in this hot weather, you've really been working hard!"

Su Xinghui said: "It's settled today, this meal is on me."

Zhang Cheng said: "Xinghui, what's this, did you get rich?"

Su Xinghui said: "I actually did make a bit of money. I've always been eating on your dime, so let me treat you all for once today."

At this, Zhang Cheng, Wu Yuansheng, and Luo Xiaomei all became interested. They asked: "Quick, tell us, how did you get rich?"

Just then, Wu Jun arrived. He laughed: "Who got rich?"

Xu Xiaoguang said: "Xinghui got rich. He sold the paintings he drew to a Frenchman. Twelve paintings, guess how much he sold them for?"

Zhang Cheng said: "How much?"

Xu Xiaoguang held up one finger: "Sold for this much."

Wu Jun said: "Sold for ten thousand yuan? That's quite a lot."

Xu Xiaoguang said triumphantly: "Then you've underestimated Xinghui. You have to add a zero to the end."

Everyone asked in shock: "You mean his paintings sold for one hundred thousand yuan?"

Xu Xiaoguang nodded: "Right, today Xinghui showed me the agreement he signed with the Frenchman, it really is one hundred thousand yuan!"

Everyone said excitedly: "Xinghui, then you really have gotten rich! You have to treat us to a good meal today!"

Su Xinghui nodded: "No problem!"

Xu Xiaoguang went out and called the waiter in. Su Xinghui ordered the signature dishes of the People's Hotel one by one. Luo Xiaomei said: "That's enough, that's enough, if we order too much and can't finish it, it'll be a waste."

Hearing her say this, Su Xinghui then said to the waiter: "Waiter, then please serve the dishes quickly."

The waiter went out. Wu Yuansheng said: "Xinghui, you're really amazing. It seems like even some famous painters can't sell their works for such a high price nowadays; one painting is almost ten thousand yuan."

Su Xinghui said: "Isn't it just luck? A French merchant happened to come to our Meng Hu Ling, and it was by chance that he saw my paintings. He liked them quite a bit, which is why he offered such a high price."

Xu Xiaoguang said: "Actually, if converted to US dollars, this price isn't too high. It's just that our country's economy is too backward. When our country's economy develops in the future, I'm afraid Xinghui's paintings will be even more valuable. I think selling them at this price now is actually a loss."

In fact, how could Su Xinghui not know this logic? But he was in desperate need of money right now, and with a price like this, selling the paintings wasn't a loss for him.

Zhang Cheng said: "Xinghui, you should draw more in the future. Since your paintings are so valuable, you can get rich in the future!"

Su Xinghui laughed and scolded: "Do you think drawing is like planting cabbage? Drawing requires a state of mind, inspiration, time, and effort. If you just draw something casually, it won't be worth anything."

Wu Yuansheng nodded: "That's true. If Xinghui draws for the sake of money, he won't be able to produce good works, and he might even ruin his own reputation. It's better to put more effort into drawing some fine pieces; the price they sell for might be even higher."

Zhang Cheng said: "Is that so? Then I guess you can't draw casually."

Before long, the waiter began serving the dishes. Su Xinghui opened the beer bottles one by one and placed them in front of everyone, saying: "Everyone, drink to your heart's content today. After we finish drinking, I'll treat everyone to go singing!"

Everyone responded with a roar, and for a time, the atmosphere at the table became heated.

After eating and singing, they played until nearly ten o'clock at night before everyone went home.

The next morning, Su Xinghui carried one thousand yuan on him and went to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau. There were always people setting up stalls to sell stamps next to the bureau. Su Xinghui had come here to buy stamps. Su Xinghui knew that some stamps would be very valuable in over a dozen years; buying them for investment now was absolutely not a loss.

For example, the Monkey Stamp; in this era, it was only worth a few dozen yuan each, but over a dozen years later, the market price at its peak could be worth over ten thousand yuan each, an increase of several hundred times. If he could buy more, that would be the best investment.

Often, these stamp stalls also sold other collectibles, such as commemorative coins, copper coins, and silver dollars. Some copper coins and silver dollars, as far as Su Xinghui knew, could sell for over ten thousand or even hundreds of thousands of yuan each over a dozen years later.

Su Xinghui had liked collecting since he was a child, and later he developed a hobby for calligraphy and painting, which was closely related to collecting. Of course, he was very knowledgeable about the market conditions for collectibles. Today, he came to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau to pick up bargains.

Arriving at the bureau, Su Xinghui headed straight for the stall of a man in his fifties. This old man was sitting on a small folding stool behind his stall, holding a copy of "Philately World" and reading it. His stall was actually just a piece of black cloth spread on the sidewalk, with some stamp albums and coin albums laid out on it.

Su Xinghui smiled: "Boss Hou, how are you!"

Hearing this, the old man looked up and said hesitantly: "Are you Little..."

Su Xinghui said: "I'm Little Su, the one who used to buy stamps from you all the time." ===== CHAPTER 485 =====