Zhen Minglang went to pay the money, and Li Na felt contempt for her.
"He bought this painting and calligraphy for 80,000 yuan. Is he crazy?"
While scolding Zhen Minglang, although Gu Xueer also felt that buying this painting for 80,000 yuan was a bit crazy, she did not want to make any judgments, because, if it was as Zhen Minglang expected, the three poems about winter plum blossoms were written by Master Huang Tingjian.
There is no doubt that this painting is worth more than 80,000 yuan.
The gambling area is not only betting on vision and experience, but also on one's courage. Without that decisive sense of justice, no matter how good your eyesight is, if you hesitate to face the treasure, it will be snatched away by others sooner or later.
The people gathered around Gu Xueer and Li Na can tell the story. If Zhen Minglang hadn't been quick-witted and quick-witted, this painting might still have been watched by so many people.
However, now that Zhen Minglang has bought the painting, everyone continues to wait here, but they also want to wait for Zhen Minglang to come back and then identify the authenticity.
People have this kind of emotion. When the thing has no owner and no one pays attention to it, no one cares about its value. But once it is bought by others, he is eager to know whether the thing is real or fake.
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If it was fake, I would be so happy that I didn't buy it. I'm lucky.
If it is true, I regret that I didn't find out earlier.
After Zhen Minglang paid the money, he returned with the calligraphy and painting. At this time, Zhen Minglang also wiped away all the dust in the scroll. At this time, the yellowed paintings glowed with some youth. Although the paper was rough and old and could not be changed, the words and ink in it were still there.
The handwriting and wintersweet are very real and lifelike.
"Everyone is waiting for me?" Zhen Minglang bought the three chants of wintersweet. At this time, he was able to chat with these guys, and he seemed careless.
"Yes, we are all waiting for you. Little brother, can you let me take a look at this painting of yours?"
Sure enough, when Zhen Minglang just walked back, an old man came up to him and wanted to see Zhen Minglang's three poems about wintersweet.
In fact, many old artists and collectors also like the works of Master Huang Tingjian very much. However, unfortunately, Master Huang Tingjian's works are very expensive and very popular, so they do not dare to sell them easily.
If you buy a counterfeit, the loss will be immeasurable...and even more so, you will be ridiculed by your peers because of the inconspicuousness...
When the old man first saw this painting, he also thought that the three chants of wintersweet were genuine, but...
Now, the three chants of winter plum blossoms have been owned by Zhen Minglang. Zhen Mingliang dared to spend 80,000 yuan to buy this calligraphy and painting, which also strengthened the old man's determination to take a look at the three chants of winter plum blossoms.
"sure."
The three chants of wintersweet are already his own. With a natural smile, Zhen Minglang has no reason to reject the old man.
He handed the painting to the old man. When the old man took it over, the other appreciators also brought out the magnifying glasses they had prepared.
The three chants of winter plum blossoms that no one cared about suddenly became the target of public criticism, and the result that everyone is waiting for is nothing more than whether this three chants of winter plum blossoms and the work of Master Huang Tingjian are true or false.
The old man first touched the paper roll carefully, rubbing the rough old corrugated lines gently between his fingers. It was indeed the paper pattern of the Song Dynasty. Then he looked at the yellow plum blossoms, with buds like wax, and waxy plum blossoms, which ordinary people would never be able to outline.
"It feels a bit like it."
As soon as the old man said this, the middle-aged man with a magnifying glass next to him also added, "The dragon and snake are painted with brushes, and the branches are made in one stroke. The splash of ink is unrestrained. It is indeed the painting style of Master Huang Tingjian."
The middle-aged man nodded, "It seems that these calligraphy and paintings are genuine."
"Yes, look at the handwriting again. It is handsome and elegant, strong and not broken. It is indeed the original handwriting of Master Huang Tingjian."
Another old man saw that the three wintersweet chants were true. At this moment, the two beauties Li Na and Gu Xueer were both shocked.
"Is this...the three chants of wintersweet true?"
Li Na asked Gu Xueer in disbelief,
Gu Xueer was also a little dazed at this moment, but it is true that these old men with gray beards all said that the calligraphy and painting were written by Master Huang Tingjian, so it is highly likely that they were.
If it was really by Huang Tingjian, wouldn't this painting be worth more than one million?
Gu Xueer looked at Zhen Minglang, and at this moment, the doubt she had just turned into admiration. Zhen Minglang bought this painting so decisively, and he must have identified it as the authentic work of Teacher Huang, and his courage and insight were extraordinary.
within reach.
Looking up at Gu Xueer's adoring eyes, Zhen Minglang also smiled and turned to look at everyone, "Dear gentlemen, have you finished appreciating it? If the appraisal is completed, please return my calligraphy and painting to me?"
"No!" When it came to asking the old man to return the calligraphy and painting, the white-haired old man hurriedly stopped, reluctant to part with it. The old man hurriedly said, "Little brother, the old guy really likes this calligraphy and painting, why don't you sell it to me for 500,000?"
The old man calculated that Zhen Minglang bought it for 80,000 yuan, and he spent 500,000 yuan on it, which is quite a lot.
Zhen Minglang glanced at the old man with disdain. Undoubtedly, the old guy bid according to his own purchase price. He had completely forgotten the true value of these winter plum blossoms.
Zhen Minglang said nothing, with a playful smile on his face, and just continued to reach out to ask for his calligraphy and paintings.
Seeing that Zhen Minglang was unmoved, the old man gritted his teeth and said, "I'll add another hundred thousand, six hundred thousand. Although your calligraphy and painting looks like the work of Master Huang Tingjian at the moment, I'm sure it will be eye-catching. If it is not genuine, but
If it’s a fake, I’ll be at a loss.”
The old man pretended to struggle and frowned, but Zhen Minglang was not a fool. If it was not the real thing, would you spend 600,000 to buy a fake?
"I didn't say I had to buy it. You don't have to suffer this loss!"
"Leave the painting to me."
Zhen Minglang started to feel a little tired of this old guy. Betting originally requires courage and courage. You didn't buy it yourself at the beginning, and now you are holding on to the calligraphy and painting bought by others. What does it mean?
The old man was still reluctant to give up, but a middle-aged man next to him also gave the old man a disapproving look, "I say, old man, since you want to buy this painting, you should give the little brother a satisfactory price that is consistent with the value of this calligraphy and painting."
Price. The auction prices of Master Huang Tingjian's works at all major auctions are not less than one million. I looked at the elegant and free ink used in "Three Odes of Winter Plum Blossoms", and the strong and vivid brushwork. Although there are some minor flaws... the price is also close to one million.
That's it, little brother, I'll pay you one million to buy your painting of Three Rhymes on Winter Plum Blossoms."
When he said that he would buy this painting with one million, the old man's heart skipped a beat, and he directly handed the calligraphy and painting into the hands of the middle-aged man. For one million, he would definitely not buy this calligraphy and painting.
Although it is very likely that the value of this calligraphy and painting exceeds one million, the profit margin available is very small.
The middle-aged man took the scroll with a look of envy on his face...
"Little brother, how about selling this painting to me for one million?"
A calligraphy and painting went from 500,000 to 1 million in an instant. What happened within one minute, and the middle-aged man's quick decision made Zhen Minglang feel: The value of these three winter plum blossom chants will definitely be higher.
You can make a net profit by selling it now, but it is better to go to Mr. Zhuang and let him appreciate it. Moreover, Mr. Zhuang also said that he would introduce himself to the Cultural Relics Appreciation Association, and he could take this work to the master to appraise the final value.
It won't be too late to take action by then...
"Brother, I'm really sorry, because I just got this painting, so I haven't planned to take action yet. I'll talk about it when I have the chance... in the future!"
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