Chapter 122 - 99: Birthday Feast

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Chapter 122: Chapter 99: Birthday FeastXi Jun, despite his reluctance and resentful eyes, had finally completed the transaction with Chen Feng. 2.3 million for two paintings. Such a price was actually not a loss for Xi Jun’s current value. After all, these two paintings were landscape works that he himself did not hold in high regard. Especially the second painting, if it weren’t for Chen Feng digging it out from a pile of old works that Xi Jun was about to discard, it would possibly have been worthless. The main reason Xi Jun was so reluctant was that he felt he had been tricked into bargaining by Chen Feng and sold them a bit too cheaply. But he also knew well that if he wanted to back out, Chen Feng, a rare and generous buyer, might truly walk away. In the past, when he was not short of money, he wouldn’t have cared if the buyer walked away; he was confident that his fame and value would soar, ensuring his works would sell. But now he was in urgent need of money, and although the price was a bit low, it was still within his acceptable range. On Chen Feng’s side, of course, he felt somewhat like he had gained a bargain. These were two magical paintings that had brought pleasing changes to his body and mind. Chen Feng did not believe that the paintings that had such a miraculous effect were just ordinary goods; undoubtedly, they should be considered true representative works of Xi Jun himself. It’s just that the common people with mundane vision couldn’t see or know the intrinsic values of these two paintings, including Xi Jun, the creator himself. As the creator of these two paintings, Xi Jun himself did not pay much attention to them; otherwise, he wouldn’t have "under-sold" them. This was quite interesting. Of course, conversely, many people might think Chen Feng was foolish to spend so much money on these two paintings. Only Chen Feng himself knew this. Although the hospital seemed to confirm that his terminal illness had not improved, as that expert had said, wasn’t there no deterioration? It might be precisely due to the "Lanting Preface" and "Autumn Sky" paintings’ contributions that it was so. Otherwise, many people in the terminal stages of a brain tumor deteriorated rapidly, suffering immensely, until death. But now, Chen Feng could eat, sleep, and even enjoy women; physically, he felt even stronger than before. You couldn’t explain it with science. Just like the previous few instances of winning the lottery and having good luck in love, could that be scientifically explained? Obviously not. And could he explain scientifically how he felt as if he were absorbing some illicit drugs from the paintings and how it invigorated his health without side effects? Also not. But it was a fact. So, even if it was just a very slim chance, Chen Feng still wanted to continue collecting artworks that could benefit his body. At least in doing so, it wouldn’t harm his body, and who knew, perhaps a miracle would happen, and his terminal illness could heal unexpectedly. This was his slight thought and hope right now. People need to have some hope for the future, even if it is very faint. Besides, from a long-term perspective, it was also a decent investment project. It was unlikely to lose money. Chen Feng happily brought the two paintings back to Red Villa Bay. Originally, he wanted to bring them to East Lake Villa, but there seemed to be no suitable place there. Moreover, as the saying goes, don’t put all your eggs in one basket, so he decided to keep them at the villa at Red Villa Bay instead. When he returned, it was almost four in the afternoon. At that time, Xiao Ya had not gotten off work. Chen Feng placed the two paintings in two empty rooms on the second floor, both inside the wardrobes. Xiao Ya was busy with work usually and generally didn’t go into other vacant rooms. As long as Chen Feng locked the doors, she wouldn’t go in them anymore. There was still time before Lin Wan’s birthday banquet in the evening, so Chen Feng started looking at the painting "Beach," and soon he went into a kind of meditation. When he came to his senses, he looked at the time, and almost half an hour had passed. Although he had mentally prepared himself, the result was still somewhat disappointing. However, this also proved that the artistic foundation of Xi Jun, the young painter, was indeed not weaker than that of Song Yi, who traveled in Europe. Yet the commercial value of their works was vastly different. Therefore, if Chen Feng took the opportunity to buy some of Xi Jun’s works now, he would definitely make a profit when Xi Jun’s fame grew over time. But Chen Feng didn’t have much interest in this because such speculative actions were not his intention. Moreover, this kind of investment was long-term, possibly taking many years, and Chen Feng didn’t have such patience. More importantly, earning money was really too easy for him now. If not for the fear of attracting too much attention, he could easily win big by casually buying lottery tickets. Moreover, with his current good luck, making money from trading stocks was easier and more convenient than investing in artworks. Chen Feng arrived at Fuman Building around six o’clock. Although the reservation was for seven o’clock, it was Lin Wan’s birthday banquet, and he had initiated it, so he definitely needed to come early to confirm and negotiate. He paid a deposit, asked the restaurant to do some minor decorations in the private room, and arranged a big birthday cake. Nowadays, he didn’t have many friends, and although Lin Wan had quite a few faults, she was still one person he got along well with. So, for her birthday banquet, he, as a friend, focused quite a bit on it. He made sure everything was arranged properly. Fuman Building was an established brand, and hosting birthday banquets was very common, so as long as the money was paid, to arrange the room with a birthday atmosphere was convenient and quick. The restaurant had a team from outside that specialized in this kind of service.

Chapter 122 - 99: Birthday Feast

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