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There are many people outside the antique street, but there are few customers inside this high-end store.
As the saying goes, if it doesn¡¯t open for three years, it will last for three years after opening. When Song Haotian and the others came in, there were not many people.
"Hey, young man, let's see what you want."
As soon as Song Haotian and Lin Meichen entered the door, the store owner immediately greeted them.
This is a middle-aged man in his forties, not too tall, about 1.7 meters tall.
He has a skinny face with a mustache and gold-rimmed glasses, giving him the appearance of a profiteer.
"Oh, you two little girls are so beautiful."
After seeing the two little guys, Mustache admired, "Young man, you are really lucky to have two such beautiful little girls.
¡°How about buying some things for them to keep so that they can be used as dowries when they get married in the future? It will give them face.¡±
¡°I tell you, there are a lot of good things in my shop. I have porcelain from the Song Dynasty, vases from the Qing Dynasty, Wang Xizhi¡¯s calligraphy and paintings, and Emperor Qianlong¡¯s urinal.
"As long as you take it back and keep it for your daughter for ten or twenty years, it will be a priceless treasure in the future"
This guy is indeed a businessman, he is very sharp-tongued and talks endlessly.
"Boss, you're busy, let's just take a look."
Song Haotian didn¡¯t want to pay attention to this mustache. He just scanned it with his spiritual mind. It can be said that there are no serious antiques in this store.
¡°Maybe he has some good stuff, but he definitely doesn¡¯t put it here.
"Daddy, this big horse is so beautiful."
The two little guys pointed at the three-color horse at the door and said.
Seeing that the two little guys liked the three-color horses, Mustache quickly said: "Young man, this is the authentic Tang Sancai. If you are interested, I will give you a cheaper price."
Before Song Haotian could say anything, Tuantuan shook his little hand: "No, no, it's too small and can't be ridden."
Dare to ride a little white and black, I think this three -color horses can't ride, just look at it.
¡°Yes, it¡¯s it¡¯s also it can¡¯t fly, flowers flowers flowers can fly.¡±
Yuanyuan also waved her little hands.
"Well¡¡"
Even though the mustache was eloquent, he was speechless for a while. This was the first time I saw someone measuring antiques by whether they could be ridden.
Song Haotian took the two little guys around for a while and decided to leave as it was not interesting.
At this moment, a young man in his twenties hurried in from outside, holding a long package in his hand.
Song Haotian's eyes touched the package, and his expression moved slightly. Inside the package was a painting, which actually revealed a faint aura, which was a relatively strong one.
Since entering the antique street, although he has seen a few antiques with spiritual energy, they are incomparable to this one.
Seeing this, he stopped and did not leave in a hurry.
¡°Boss, do you collect ancient paintings here?¡±
The young man's clothes are shabby, he does not look wealthy, and there is an indelible sadness between his brows.
"Yes, my prices are fair and honest. As long as you get good stuff, I promise to give you a satisfactory price."
Seeing that Song Haotian and the others had no intention of buying anything, Mustache immediately turned his attention to the young man.
"Great, then you see how much I can give you for this painting."
The young man said as he carefully opened the package and took out a cardboard box. He opened the cardboard box and took out a painting.
He placed the painting on the counter and unfolded it bit by bit.
The scroll is about 50 centimeters wide and 1.5 meters long. On both sides are very simple wooden scrolls. It looks like it has been around for a while.
After opening it, there is a landscape and ink painting on it. The painting style is quite grand, which gives people a very imposing feeling.
There is a seal in the lower right corner of the scroll, but it is difficult to see clearly.
The mustache looked very professional. He took the white gloves, put them on, then picked up a magnifying glass and looked at them carefully.
He looked at it very carefully bit by bit, from beginning to end, and finally looked carefully at the signature seal.
After a while, he took off his white gloves, put down the magnifying glass, shook his head and said: "Young man, this painting of yours is fake.
Although the signature is written by Wu Daozi, looking at the painting style of this scroll, it is completely?It was copied by later generations and has no collection value at all. Why don't you go to someone else's house and have a look. "
He said this, but his eyes kept looking at the painting.
Song Haotian could tell that this guy was just a profiteer, playing hard to get.
He has thousands of years of experience and experience, and he can see the tricks of the mustache at a glance, but the young man does not have this ability.
Hearing that his painting was fake, he immediately became anxious.
"This is impossible. Boss, take a closer look. My dad told me before he died that this is a good thing passed down from our ancestors.
¡°If my mother hadn¡¯t been in a hurry to pay for hospitalization, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to sell it. "
Mustache shook his head again: "Anyone who comes to my place now will say it is a family heirloom, but in fact it is not worth much at all.
If it were really a painting by Wu Daozi, you could pay as much as you want, but it¡¯s a pity that it¡¯s just a fake.
?????????????????????????????????? I think it¡¯s not easy for you, so why don¡¯t I give you an errand fee, how about 500 yuan? "
In the end, he revealed his true purpose, which was that he still wanted to accept the painting, but the price was pitifully low.
In fact, what Mustache said is correct. Wu Daozi has very few masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, and most of them are fakes.
Even so, the painting style copied in front of me is very close to that of Wu Daozi, and the painting skills are profound, so it has great collection value.
"It's just that the world of antiques is very deep, and people have always relied on their eyesight. Of course, he won't tell these things.
"500 yuan? This is absolutely not possible!" The young man immediately shook his head, "500 yuan can't be sold anyway. My mother is in a hurry to pay for hospitalization. She has to sell it for at least 10,000 yuan."
"10,000 yuan? Can a fake like you sell for 10,000 yuan?"
The mustache looked disdainful, and then showed a look of compassion, "To be honest, this painting of yours is not valuable at all.
But for the sake of your filial piety, I will give you another 500 yuan, which will be treated as a donation. "
"No, it's still too little."
The price of 1,000 yuan was far from what he expected. The young man shook his head again.
"Isn't that too little? Young man, you can't be too greedy. You have to see what you are."
As if he had been greatly insulted, the mustache patted his bulging chest and said, "Brother, you can ask around in the entire antique street. I, Zhang Laosan, give you the most reasonable prices, and I have always been honest.
If it weren¡¯t for the fact that you are a filial son, I would not have paid such a high price anyway.
"If it were anyone else, this fake of yours would be too hard to use as toilet paper"
Hearing what he said, the young man seemed to be a little relaxed, but he kept hesitating and obviously couldn't make up his mind.
¡°Let¡¯s do this, I will give you a final price, 2,000 yuan, not a penny more!
This is all because you are a filial son, otherwise I would never pay such a high price for a fake painting. "
"But, I need 10,000 yuan"
The young man was quite confused.
Mustache continued to persuade: "Brother, I understand your difficulty, but your painting is really worthless.
"Listen to me, selling it for two thousand is two thousand, it's better than nothing. At least you can buy some nutritional supplements for your mother, and you can figure out a way to do the rest." "(Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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