Chapter 774

Ruo Ang carefully packed the nine paintings into the long boxes specially designed for paintings. Suddenly, he raised his head and said to Su Xinghui, "By the way, Mr. Su, I have another matter to tell you. I almost forgot."

Su Xinghui asked suspiciously, "What matter? Mr. Ruo Ang?"

Ruo Ang said, "Do you remember the painting of Zhuangyuan Lane that I bought from you last time?"

Su Xinghui nodded, "I remember, what about it?"

Ruo Ang laughed, "Do you know who bought that painting?"

"Who?"

Ruo Ang said, "The person who bought that painting is an elderly Chinese man. He can be considered my old customer because my gallery often has Chinese paintings hanging for sale. In these few years, he has bought one or two paintings from me almost every year."

Su Xinghui didn't pay much attention. This must be an overseas Chinese. Their roots were in China, and Chinese culture was their root. It was very normal for him to like Chinese paintings. In Paris, there were quite a few Chinese people.

Su Xinghui asked casually, "Mr. Ruo Ang, what is the surname of this elderly Chinese man?"

"Surname Hou."

Ruo Ang's words startled Su Xinghui, "Mr. Ruo Ang, you said his surname is Hou?"

Ruo Ang nodded with a smile, "Yes, his surname is Hou. When he saw this painting of yours, he stared at it for at least half an hour, and then he shed tears."

Su Xinghui asked, "Did he say anything else later?"

Ruo Ang said, "He asked me who painted this painting and where I bought it. I told him, and he bought this painting. He also asked me for your contact information, but I am a law-abiding person. I wouldn't just give your contact information to him. I told him that I would ask you next time I come to China whether I could give him your contact information."

Ruo Ang smiled proudly in his heart. At that time, that painting had brought him an income of 100,000 francs, allowing him to make a huge profit. Seeing that Mr. Hou was crying in front of that painting, he knew there must be a story behind it. Therefore, he temporarily raised the selling price of that painting. But who knew, Mr. Hou took out a check without hesitation and wrote down the number of 100,000 francs.

This made Ruo Ang regret it a little. If he had known that Mr. Hou would pay the money so readily and then hold the painting in his arms like a treasure, he should have asked for a higher price. But since the price had already been agreed upon, he had no way to go back on his word and could only regret it in his heart.