Speaking of the value of appreciating a painting, naturally what Zhen Minglang took out was the authentic one. After Zhen Minglang took out the landscape painting from Yu Ji, Mr. Zhuang also walked forward directly.
Looking at a landscape painting from Yu Collection, Mr. Zhuang fell in love with it first.
Yu Ji was a person from Renhe, Zhejiang Province in the Qing Dynasty, which is now Hangzhou, and Mr. Zhuang's hometown was also in a prosperous place in Hangzhou.
As for Yu Ji, Mr. Zhuang also knew something about it. He also collected master Yu Ji's paintings of Luo Shen in his home. His brushwork was vigorous and measured, and the ladies he painted were calm and graceful, with absolutely no powdery air, so they gave him the nickname " "Yu Meiren", but Yu Ji is not easy to paint for others, and he also paints flowers and birds, all of which are full of fun.
Few of the remaining works have been handed down to the world. The scrolls obtained by Zhen Minglang were originally sparsely produced at that time. If they are authentic, their value cannot be measured by money.
Mr. Zhuang patiently took a look at the remaining collection of landscape paintings. The valleys are long, each stroke of the outline is lifelike, the ripples of the flowing water are natural strokes, and the waves and white sails are lit, as if you can see the scene in person at a glance.
The splashing of ink is free and easy, the pen is clear and elegant, and the elegance is as if the mountain light is in the palm of the hand, and the clouds are making clothes.
"This is the landscape painting work of Yu Ji in his later years, because there are only 500 of Yu Ji's works handed down to the world, and there may be only ten landscape paintings. Except for the works that are exported abroad and collected in the National Museum, there are only one or two pieces circulating in the market. This painting of yours can be said to be an extinct work from Yu Ji. Do you, Brother Minglang, intend to sell this painting?"
Mr. Zhuang had received Zhen Minglang’s Liuye Zun before. Now that Zhen Minglang has such a good treasure, Mr. Zhuang naturally wants to buy it if Zhen Minglang is willing to take action.
However, I also have a habit of collecting. I only need one piece of each master's work. The current landscape paintings are indeed good, but they are not as good as the Luoshen paintings I have already collected.
Moreover, what Yu Ji is best at is character sketching. Among his works, the pictures of Luo Shen Ladies are the most precious. Mr. Zhuang wanted to include them, and he also wanted to sell the goods. He would reprint Yu Ji's words and get the difference. .
"Mr. Zhuang, I have the idea of transferring it now, but I don't know, how much does Mr. Zhuang think this landscape painting is worth?"
"Mingming, to be honest, if someone comes to Guxiangzhai to sell this painting, I will tell him one million. But if it is you, I will tell you two million first."
When Mr. Zhuang said two million, Wu Sheng stood there dumbfounded.
"Mr. Zhuang, in my humble opinion, the price of this painting is only 1.5 million. Mr. Zhuang wants 2 million to buy it, but..."
"Wu Sheng."
Mr. Zhuang called out to Wu Sheng, meaning to tell Wu Sheng not to say any more.
"Yes, Wu Sheng, I know what you mean. Indeed, in our industry, 1.5 million is considered a high price for this painting. But I also like this little brother Ming Lang and Mr. Zhuang very much. Yes, this painting is said to be expensive. The value is nothing more than that. But when you meet a collector who appreciates Yu Ji's works, the value of this painting cannot be measured by money. At this moment, Mr. Zhuang promises you Qingming that I will show your landscape painting to my friends. If If anyone is willing to pay more than 2 million, I will help you transfer it. If not, I will also ask Wu Sheng to sell this calligraphy and painting at an auction. In short, I guarantee that I will sell it to you at least 200. The price is ten thousand. If it exceeds two million, the excess will be yours."
Mr. Zhuang really likes Zhen Minglang. Now, not only will he not make any money from Zhen Minglang, but he is also willing to help Zhen Minglang transfer this calligraphy and painting for free.
"Mr. Zhuang, I feel a little embarrassed when you say this to me, Zhen Minglang."
Although Zhen Minglang didn't know the final value of this landscape painting before, from Huang Shenghua's mouth, Zhen Minglang also recognized that the value of this painting was only one million. As long as he had one million, he would be satisfied. Now, it was originally 1.5 million
It would be good if you can harvest it yourself. Mr. Zhuang will also give himself two million, or even more.
"You don't have to be embarrassed. If you are polite to Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang will not be happy. Don't you remember, Mr. Zhuang said at Jin's Jewelry's birthday party that I intend to accept you as a disciple and introduce you to cultural relics?
I know someone from the Appreciation Association and wants you to join our association. For this small favor, the master can help the apprentice, what else can I say."
Indeed, things that seem very troublesome would be very simple if they were left to Mr. Zhuang to handle. As a leading figure in the antique industry, Mr. Zhuang may have more friends in this circle than all of Zhen Minglang's friends combined.
If you take this painting to the Cultural Relics Appreciation Association and display it, someone will almost be able to win the painting. Even if you don't, if you ask a friend to auction it at the auction, the two million will definitely be like a treasure.
After placing the painting with Mr. Zhuang, Zhen Minglang and Mr. Zhuang also made an appointment to go to the Cultural Relics Appreciation Association early tomorrow morning. Since it was dinner time, Mr. Zhuang also made an appointment with Zhen Minglang to have a meal at his home.
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The ancient road is west wind.
This is a very pleasant community, and the name of the community is also taken from the poem about the ancient road "Westerly Wind and Slender Horse" in Ma Zhiyuan's "Autumn Thoughts".
As Mr. Zhuang came to his home, Zhen Mingliang also felt that Mr. Zhuang really treated him as a good disciple.
For a master like Mr. Zhuang, generally he would not bring people to his home. Once he comes, it shows that Mr. Zhuang values him.
Mr. Zhuang's house is a two-story house. Zhen Minglang knows that in this type of multi-story housing, the old man and his daughter live together. The old man is downstairs and the children are upstairs, and they are happy.
Seeing Zhen Minglang looking towards the room upstairs, Mr. Zhuang also smiled knowingly, "Haha, upstairs is the room where my daughter lives."
"Thousands of gold?"
"Yes, my daughter. Qingming, didn't I tell you? I have a daughter studying abroad. Her room is above, and the first floor is mine."
Mr. Zhuang spoke eloquently, and Zhen Minglang finally remembered that Mr. Zhuang had a daughter. She seemed to be studying in the United States, and like herself, she was in a period of emotional loss. Her Chinese boyfriend couldn't bear the pain of longing for someone in a long distance.
, proposed to break up with her.
"Ming Lang, please sit down for a moment. Every night I will chat with my daughter on video, and I will have a good chat with you later. As for the food, just let Xiao Lin prepare it."
Xiao Lin is the maid of Mr. Zhuang's family. Xiao Lin arranges dinner. Mr. Zhuang also has a video chat with the woman at this time every day.
Because the computer was placed on the coffee table, Mr. Zhuang turned on the computer directly when he arrived as promised.
On the screen, a girl suddenly appeared, with tears in her eyes, her eyes were red, and the makeup on her face was scratched, but her natural makeup was so beautiful that it made people feel distressed.
The long hair hanging down on both sides of the shoulders slipped from the slender cheeks and stuck to the face for a while. Under the bangs, there were a pair of big eyes, crystal clear, and the teardrops were like pearls.
"Daughter, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you?"
When Mr. Zhuang saw his daughter like this, he lost control for a moment.
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