Yang Rui knew that at the auction, some famous calligraphy and paintings easily cost tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions. Of course, such calligraphy and paintings are only a handful of every year, and most of them belong to familiar names, such as Wang Xizhi, Mi Fu, Tang Bohu, and Dong Qichang...

But what Yang Rui is very sure of is that, like calligraphy and paintings in the Ming Dynasty, no matter how cheap they are, they will not be as cheap as tens of thousands of yuan.

And how much is the price for calligraphy and paintings in this business department? It is only a few hundred yuan.

The increase of thousands of times easily can be increased by tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of times, which makes Yang Rui look at these cabinets and has various ideas churning in his mind.

"Yang Rui, look at these two paintings, they are both Wu Changshuo's ink plums. Wu Changshuo was a master of the Republic of China and was best at painting plums. He called painting plums sweeping plums, which was a bit like the 'brushing word' mentioned by Mi Fu. Wu Changshuo claimed to be a 'brushing plum friend'. He planted dozens of plum blossoms, and read them every day, and painted them every day... Well, he painted more plum blossoms, but he was still good at painting. I saw these two vertical scrolls very outstanding, and they should be Wu Changshuo's masterpiece..." Wang Yongtao talked endlessly about the paintings he chose, and he really liked them.

"Then they are." Yang Rui had no objection, but they were all given to others anyway.

Lao Zheng came over and looked up the price book, and said, "These two are expensive, one is 165 yuan and the other is 180 yuan. Do you want it?"

Wang Yong hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a bit expensive."

Of course, he didn't say so because he wanted to bargain. How could state-owned stores bargain? He really felt it was expensive.

"The plum blossoms painted by Wu Changshuo are indeed outstanding, but since they are forbidden, there is no need to force the plum blossoms. Wu Changshuo's chrysanthemums should be cheaper." Wang Yong said and went to the cabinet to search again.

The large cabinet against the wall is similar to the old-fashioned large wardrobe. It is made of all wood and is quite heavy. The double doors are carved and hollowed out. For convenience of storage, a layer of paper is pasted inside and a lock is added.

Yes, it just made the paper and the lock was added.

If it is in a modern museum, such paintings should not be placed in a constant temperature and humidity, at least they should be placed separately and properly. At least, each painting must have its own box. No matter what, it will be worth hundreds or millions of yuan. If you ask for a box for yourself, the owner should agree.

However, the state-owned stores in 1984 did not pay attention to these things. From their perspective, it would be nice to have a large cabinet with hundreds of paintings. Many people did not have such a grand cabinet when they got married.

Moreover, although the price of the painting is expensive, it is not as expensive as it is exaggerated. For now, 180 yuan is a little more than Wang Yong's monthly salary.

Thirty years later, a professor earned only 10,000 yuan a month, and he couldn't even afford the paintings of contemporary painters. At most, he bought a few paintings of young writers. In modern studios, the works of young painters are still piled up together. Of course, there might be a box, which depends on his life.

Since Yang Rui earned 2,000 yuan of royalties, he has never lacked money. In fact, his living standards in the 1980s felt better than those in the 21st century. Therefore, Yang Rui did not think much about Wang Yong's entangled price. Seeing that he was searching carefully, he couldn't help but smile: "Professor Wang, since it is said that plum blossoms are famous, then give them plum blossoms, which is not that thirty or fifty yuan."

"Wu Changshuo's chrysanthemums are half cheaper than plum blossoms." Old Zheng, who was sitting at the door, said calmly.

Yang Rui said with a "ah" and said, "It's less than a hundred yuan?"

Lao Zheng gestured in the air with his hands and said, "It's a small pattern."

"So much difference!" Yang Rui was not shocked by 90 yuan or 82 yuan and 50 cents. He was shocked by the cost savings of 100 or 200 paintings. He currently has little money, but it is okay to buy a hundred paintings. If these paintings are put into use 30 years, they will definitely be billionaires. It is exciting to think about it.

Wang Yongdai explained: "The painting is small, and it is likely to be a practice writing. The practice writings drawn by young people are called practice writing. After becoming famous, some people still want them, but the price cannot be like a large painting. Large paintings are generally carefully prepared, either for paintings to give to people, or for drawing a new idea, and the paper and ink are better. The larger the paintings, the more expensive the price."

Wang Yong said as he picked out two chrysanthemums and said, "These two are of average quality, which are considered good in Wu Changshuo's paintings? No matter how bad it is, it will be difficult to give it to others."

"Old Wang has a very clever eyes." Lao Zheng looked at the number on the painting and checked it and said, "One pair is 85, the other pair is 90, do you want it?"

"Can you only get two?" Yang Rui asked Lao Zheng.

Lao Zheng said: "If you come by yourself, you can't take one picture, and there will be a lot of two."

"Get three pictures, two chrysanthemums, and then the bigger plum blossoms." Yang Rui fought for it with a smile.

"Look at you, you can take it. Take the ticket I issued to pay, pay the money, and come back to get the painting." Lao Zheng licked his thumb with his tongue, wrote a piece of it on the receipt.

After some trouble, Yang Rui put away the two chrysanthemums, held the ink plums to Wang Yong with both hands, and said, "Professor, I give this painting to you."

"Oh, what are you doing for me... It's true!" Wang Yong refused in a hurry.

Yang Rui smiled and said, "I think you really like Wu Changshuo, but your family must have confiscated a few pictures. My teacher's wife refused to buy them for you."

"A painting is more than one hundred. If I buy it, will your master's wife burn it? Do you believe it?" Wang Yong waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can take it back and appreciate it yourself. I want to see it, so I will go to you."

"I work in Huarui, and I have received a lot of salary and I can't spend it all. What I give to you will not burn my teacher's wife."

"I don't want it..."

"You just accept it. I can't accept it to another professor?"

"Other professors are other professors, and I never accept these gifts..."

"Professor, accept it. I am very dedicated to it. I want it from someone else..." Yang Rui forced the Mo Meihua to Professor Wang Yong, feeling very happy.

Professor Wang Yong was also in a happy mood and couldn't put down Wu Changshuo in his arms.

When they went home, Professor Wang Yong opened Wu Changshuo's ink plum blossoms and carefully admired them. Yang Rui lacked interest in art, but was very interested in the huge value contained in the art.

Biological research will become more and more expensive. Yang Rui does not want to return to the era of applying for funds when looking at people's eyes. Of course, he also needs to apply for funds now, but he now only applies for funds for his own research. There is no danger of life and death, and his mentality will be much more relaxed and peaceful.

When it is really time to apply for the first phase of the funding and the experimental project that has been done for many years is about to end... Yang Rui will feel chilled when he thinks about such pressure.

Why is the scientific researcher Wang in the laboratory so miserable? That is the pressure transmitted from top to bottom by the laboratory leader.

Why does Yang Rui have what he wants now? He can do whatever he wants? When he changes to a research institute, there are restrictions on electricity usage. If you want two bottles of ink, you have to say hello to the logistics department. If you want a thousand yuan of funds, you have to sign the director. If you have ten thousand yuan of funds, you have to discuss it at the meeting. If you have a hundred yuan of funds, you have to make a joke. As for the 100,000 yuan of funds, it is the expense of an ordinary research institute in one year. I have done research for you. Hundreds of people in the institute have to drink the northwest wind.

The so-called food finance not only exists, but also exists in research institutes. Peking University and Tsinghua University are the top research institutions in China. Professor Cai is the director of the Department of Biology and a member of the academician of the Academy of Sciences. The amount of funds he can control is only one million. It is naturally not enough to use such a little money to conduct cutting-edge international research. Therefore, Academician Cai spends most of his time every year on finding money.

Foreign researchers also need to find money. Although they are looking for more money, it is not enough to say that foreign researchers are happier.

A truly happy researcher is a researcher who is not short of money, which is also the goal that Yang Rui pursues.

At the very least, whether your project survives or not is decided by bureaucrats. Yang Rui feels that this should be where he surpasses his contemporaries and his advantage lies.

"Let you give your value to science." Yang Rui looked at a chrysanthemum, admired it carefully, and then called Jing Cuncheng.

If you want to talk about senior party cadres, Comrade Wang Yong is just a traitor, Comrade Jing Cuncheng will definitely be considered.
Chapter completed!