"Brother, wait a minute," Zhen Minglang stretched out his hand to get the painting from the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man also stopped him.
"Brother, listen to me, I really like this painting of yours, because Teacher Huang Tingjian is a master I have always liked very much, and his works are the only one missing in my family. For those of us who are lovers of cultural relics, not all of us want to collect them.
Works by some masters? Money is something external to the body. I know that little brother, with your magnanimity, you don’t seem to care about money. The eldest brother indeed only has one million, but if he gets more, he will definitely give you something higher.
Please brother, please sell this painting to me?"
The middle-aged man's eyes were very sincere. Indeed, from when he said he wanted to buy this painting and scolded the old man just now, Zhen Mingliang could tell that the middle-aged man was different.
For those who love cultural relics, money really cannot measure the value of cultural relics, and this man does not seem to be a money-smelling person. But he has never reached the state where he regards money as dirt. He is just entering the world of antiques for the first time.
It is difficult for a rookie who is still stuck in the stage of picking up mistakes and making money to be so elegant.
Zhen Minglang shook his head and said directly to the middle-aged man, "But the price you gave me really doesn't allow me to make a move."
Zhen Minglang didn't just sit there and raise the price. The thing he bought for 80,000 yuan had to be sold at a sky-high price, but this was just the second time he picked up something. The one million he got from the first time was lent to Xiao Mei, and he was stuck.
The money I had saved in the past two years after buying the house was only a few hundred thousand. I had just spent 80,000, and my savings were not much.
Of course, the treasure you finally picked up and missed is to make a fortune, and it also proves the value of the antique itself.
Seeing that Zhen Minglang would not take action for a million dollars, the middle-aged man also had a frown on his face. Just when the middle-aged man wanted to give up, a joyful look appeared in the man's eyes.
Yes, didn't I bet on a treasure today?
Yu Ji’s paintings…
I already have a painting by Yu Ji at home. If my little brother is also interested in Yu Ji's painting, I should be able to replace the three chants of wintersweet in Zhen Minglang's hand with one million plus this painting.
For a middle-aged man, he definitely didn’t know whether the painting he was betting on was missed or missed. But based on his many years of experience in the antiques industry, the ancient painting he bought should be genuine.
Because it can be judged from the 30-centimeter vertical, pale yellow scroll, and the pulp-covered mouth of the scroll barrel that this painting is many years old.
If nothing else, it was produced in the Qing Dynasty.
The middle-aged man knew that if the remaining paintings were genuine, they would be worth one million. With this one million, plus the one million he promised to Zhen Minglang, the value of two million would definitely be enough.
To exchange for the three chants of wintersweet in Zhen Minglang’s hand.
"Little brother, I wonder if you are interested in Yu Ji's paintings?"
The middle-aged man suddenly mentioned Yu Ji, and Zhen Minglang was also stunned, "Master Yu Ji. I know that he is a painter in the Qing Dynasty. He is good at painting landscapes. His paintings of landscapes are elegant and unique. There is a saying: "The light of the mountain is in the palm of your hand, and the clouds are alive."
The charm of "Yi". But why did the eldest brother suddenly mention him?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, "It seems that brother is indeed a person who loves and understands cultural relics. Since you know Yuji, little brother, I might as well tell you directly. I have a treasure that I picked up today, and it is exactly
Master Yu Ji’s landscape paintings. Since I have collected Yu Ji’s works in my home, I would like to exchange my Yu Ji’s landscape paintings for your Master Huang Tingjian’s Three Songs of Winter Plum Blossoms.”
"Of course, I will also give the one million to my little brother. Look, can you transfer this painting by Master Huang Tingjian to me?"
A gentleman does not take away a person's beauty, and the middle-aged man also knows that it is not good to rush to get this calligraphy and painting from Zhen Minglang, but it is true that the middle-aged man's family is the only one that lacks Master Huang's works.
For many years, the middle-aged man has had such a long-cherished wish.
When Zhen Minglang heard that the middle-aged man said that he wanted Teacher Na Yuji's works in exchange for his Three Rhymes of Winter Plum Blossoms and the one million photos he had given before, he also had an idea in his mind.
"Then I want to take a look at Teacher Yu Ji's works that you have in your hands first."
"Okay. Of course it's no problem." The middle-aged man waited for Zhen Minglang's words. When Zhen Minglang said it, the middle-aged man also took out the scroll he had put away.
This scroll is one meter long, 30 centimeters vertical, and has a light yellow axis. When Zhen Minglang saw it for the first time, he also felt that this painting must be of a certain age.
Full of curiosity, Zhen Minglang asked the middle-aged man to open the scroll, and Zhen Minglang also looked at the paintings inside the scroll.
Yu Ji's paintings have far-reaching charm and graceful landscapes. He did not paint easily. In his later years, he made a living by painting bamboos, so there are very few handed down works.
Zhen Mingliang is still very excited now that he can see the real work of Yu Ji.
After opening the scroll, the painting naturally attracted some comments from others.
Because the shaft and the outer coating of this painting were both well made and had a rough and old feel, everyone had high expectations. However, after seeing the painting inside, everyone shook their heads.
"It's hard to describe this painting..."
The meaning of "hard to tell" actually means that it is a fake painting. People in the industry also know that even if the other party's thing is fake, they only use some obscure words, such as "hard to tell, not sure," and if it doesn't work, ask others to take a look.
You will never tell people directly that this is a fake thing.
The middle-aged man remained unmoved and remained focused on the painting he had bet on.
"Little brother, if ordinary people look at it, this painting can indeed be said to be an out-and-out fake painting. However, I don't know, brother, if you know the term "uncovering a painting. Uncovering a painting" means painting within a painting.
What I mean is that Master Yu Ji’s painting was mounted with a layer of paper on top of the painting. By this means, he concealed the real painting.”
Zhen Minglang has naturally heard of the term "uncovering a painting". As the middle-aged man said, "uncovering a painting" is a painting within a painting. To unveil a painting, you only need to spray some water on the surface, spray the painting evenly, and wait for the water to soak into the surface of the painting.
Use tweezers or other tools to remove the outer drawing paper.
"Ha ha."
The middle-aged man told Zhen Minglang about the unveiling of paintings. Zhen Minglang was stunned. The old man who first wanted to spend 500,000 to buy Zhen Minglang's calligraphy and paintings laughed out loud.
When you come out to reveal the paintings, you just want to deceive the little brother and get the three chants of wintersweet, right? In my opinion, the thickness of the remaining works of yours is not enough at all. It is almost impossible to realize the painting within the painting.
.If it is true, then the person who framed the painting is definitely a master."
"What if you are a master?"
The middle-aged man knew that the old guy was just looking for trouble, but he was also disdainful.
"Okay, then are you sure that this calligraphy and painting is definitely the original work of Yu Ji? Do you dare?"
"You are just betting here to pick up the slack. Do you dare?"
The old man was aggressive. As the old man said, the middle-aged man was really not 100% sure that this calligraphy and painting must be the work of Yu Ji. Didn't he also come to pick up the missing pieces?
Gambling itself has certain risks, and who can be completely sure that a thing must be genuine.
Just when the two of them were arguing with each other and were blushing, Zhen Minglang was concentrating and absorbed a touch of spiritual energy in the remaining landscape paintings.
Perhaps it was precisely because it was a painting within a painting that the channels for spiritual energy replenishment were not smooth, so Zhen Mingliang had the urge to uncover the painting at this time.
But before that, of course, I have to consider whether to exchange my three poems about winter plum blossoms for this rare landscape painting by the master Yu Ji.
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