Mingliang's pet shop is located on Dieshan Street in Beijing City. Zhen Mingliang parked his Porsche in the parking lot and walked into the Dieshan Street market.
Even though it was night, Dieshan Street Market was still bustling with traffic, and all kinds of people gathered in this place. Only then did Zhen Mingliang realize that all the office workers had come here after work.
But the more people there are, the easier it is for someone to fish in troubled waters! Zhen Minglang thought and touched his pocket. For some reason, people who have stayed in the capital for a long time have such a habit. I don't know if celebrities who are thieves also gather in Kyoto.
, which is why Zhen Minglang has developed such a high level of alertness. Anyway, at this moment Zhen Minglang has a consciousness, that is, the probability of thieves appearing in crowded places is also high, so he must not neglect it.
Walking forward slowly, Zhen Minglang saw a circle of people not far away.
The crowd had three layers inside and three outside. It was so thick and airtight that Zhen Minglang couldn't see what was going on inside. He squeezed in and stood on tiptoe. Zhen Minglang could barely see the heads of two people inside.
, there is no hair on a smart head, one of the heads is in this state.
Although he could only see the top of his head, Zhen Minglang could clearly hear the sound coming from the speakers inside.
"We are old aborigines in the north of Beijing, and our family is in decline. Because my old mother is in bed, we have no choice but to sell our treasures, including rust bowls from the Yuan Dynasty, willow leaf statues from the Kangxi period, red-glazed bamboo hat bowls, jasper candlesticks from the Qianlong period, and pastel porcelain from the Republic of China. These are here today.
Antiques market, cheap sales, don’t miss it if you are passing by.”
Zhen Minglang slowly made his way to the front of the crowd, and in a few moments he relied on his burly figure to break through. Zhen Minglang's eyes widened now, wanting to see what was inside.
Zhen Minglang knew that this antique market gathered many rare and rare treasures among the people, and the statement he just heard couldn't be beaten to death with one blow.
Because as early as a few years ago, an old gentleman bought a piece of "Eight Horses" by Xu Beihong in this crowded antique market.
In the history of modern Chinese painting, Xu Beihong's horses are unique in the painting world, and no one can compete with them. And "Eight Horses" is one of Xu Beihong's most famous works. It uses the eight horses of King Mu of Zhou as the theme.
Horses have different shapes, are elegant and agile, and are the product of an extremely successful fusion of Chinese and Western painting techniques. Xu Beihong uses Chinese ink as the main means of expression, and also uses Western perspective, anatomy, etc. to vividly depict horses.
His valiant and heroic appearance.
His pen is strong and powerful, and his ink is smooth and flowing.
The halo dyeing is all applied according to the body structure of the horse, and the ink color has different shades, which not only expresses the body of the horse, but does not affect the charm of the ink color. It is a rare treasure.
When the old gentleman saw this painting, he was so excited that he could not speak. After he was so excited, he looked at the eight horses in detail.
And these eight horses are all vivid. One is called Jedi, which can fly in the air without touching the ground or touching the ground; one is called Fanyu, which can run faster than a bird;
One is called Ben Jing, who can travel thousands of miles at night; the other is called Chaoying, who can fly after the sun;
One is called Yuhui, the color of the horse's hair is extremely brilliant and radiant; the other is called Chaoguang, with ten shadows on a horse's body;
One is called Tengwu, flying on clouds and mist; the other is called Qieyi, with wings on its body, it spreads its wings and soars ninety thousand miles like a roc.
The eight horses were so lifelike that the old man looked at them for a long time with a thumb-sized magnifying glass. Unable to contain his excitement, he said, "This painting is in excellent condition and is worth hundreds of thousands!"
Then, the old gentleman failed to successfully detect the leak, so the incident spread.
Therefore, Zhen Minglang knew that there was no telling which works of traditional Chinese painting masters would be on display at this stall, or which famous artist’s authentic calligraphy would be on display?
After Zhen Minglang fooled around for a while, Zhen Minglang finally climbed over the extremely dense crowd and arrived at the front of the stall.
The first thing Zhen Minglang's eyes saw was not the people setting up the stalls, but the large and small utensils placed on the ground, including porcelain, candlesticks, statues of peace, bamboo hats and bowls, enamels, landscape pastel calligraphy and paintings,
Liu Yezun, there are many things that Zhen Minglang has never seen or heard of.
Zhen Minglang only knew a little about these things. When he was studying, because of his interest, Zhen Minglang took an elective course in cultural relics appreciation and did some superficial research on these things at a theoretical level. Then he learned some terms from Wang Gang's program "Collection of the World"
, and I have seen some similar collections of cultural relics in other people's homes, such as bronzes, jades, the Four Treasures of the Study, etc., but those are basically from the Republic of China period, and they don't look as old as the things in front of me.
Seeing Zhen Minglang pushing his way to the front, a young man selling things started to talk to him, "Brother, look at our treasures. I'm sure they are all high-quality collections."
The young man who spoke was a young man in his twenties, with a Beijing accent, a round face, and a naive look that did not look like a businessman.
Behind the young man is an old man, sitting upright on a small horse, pointing to his own things and praising him. He also has a strong merchant aura, and it can be seen that he is an old man with a mouth full of oil.
Zhen Minglang gave a natural smile and said, "Brother, let me take a look first. Just be busy."
"Okay, go ahead and read it. If you don't understand, you can ask me. The things here are from the Kangxi and Qianlong years, and the things here are from the Republic of China period."
The young man gestured with his hands and cut up the things on the stall to show Zhen Minglang.
Following the direction the young man pointed, Zhen Minglang first looked at what he called the treasure from the Kangxi and Qianlong eras.
When Zhen Minglang's eyes were fixed on the pile of utensils on the stall, he couldn't help but have a plan. His eyes could absorb spiritual energy from jade, so whether he could absorb the airway from these things.
There is no reason why there is only spiritual energy in the jade. Or there is something universal that causes the spiritual energy to flow out!
Moreover, if it is absorbed, does it mean that this thing is a good thing? Because jade can have spiritual energy flowing out, it must mean that it is a good thing that has spiritual energy stored in it. If there is no spiritual energy flowing out, from another perspective, this thing may be
Counterfeit.
Zhen Minglang naturally cannot tell whether this thing is genuine or fake with the naked eye. Originally, this antique is genuine and fake. Others rely on their experience and eyesight to see the quality and appearance of the things, but those professional appreciation methods,
Zhen Minglang really knows very little. It is better to try it with your own eyes, operate it and see the effect.
Thinking about it, Zhen Minglang slowly gathered his mental power. Slowly, a burst of Dantian Qi came up, and then pushed up the flashing light in his pupils. After a while of dormancy, the spiritual energy flowed out from the pupils, and a ray of light shone.
In that stall.
The airway rushed out of the eyes and wandered on the utensils on the ground.
Because Zhen Minglang still had spiritual energy stored in his eyes, at this time each vessel was seen through, and Zhen Minglang could see clearly the structure inside. What Taipingxiang, bamboo hat and bowl were, they were just some of the most common porcelain materials.
That is to say, the newly fired porcelain in Jingde Town is clearly not from the Kangxi period, and the counterfeiting skills are so poor that it puts me to shame.
Looking at other vessels again, the airway wandered for a while, but then his brain suddenly buzzed. Zhen Minglang shook his head hard, his eyes closed suddenly, and a blended airway entered.
In the pupils.
Zhen Minglang subconsciously closed his eyes. The air flow was very soft. At this time, his pupils were even more comfortable than after watching the beauty's body.
There is spiritual energy coming in.
Zhen Minglang didn't think much and opened his eyes again instantly.
When Zhen Minglang opened his eyes again, the air in front of Zhen Minglang's eyes was gradually penetrated, and the perspective of the pupils was obviously improved. But these are secondary, the main thing is: Zhen Minglang's ears floated
There were bursts of sonorous sounds, and the sonorous sounds still had a certain rhythm, and the energy that made me comfortable in front of me was still being supplied.
The light entered the eyes and body, and Zhen Minglang became more and more comfortable. It felt as if a tired body was soaking in a pool of warm water. There was still the fragrance of roses in the middle of the pool, and there was a beautiful woman massaging her shoulders.
, and then his hands slowly pinched the beauty's butt, rubbing and rubbing...
Feeling that something was suddenly poured into his head, Zhen Minglang felt that layers of electric waves were undulating and beating in his mind. The electric waves were moving up and down, as if they were composing a string of notes.
Zhen Minglang entered the melody and unconsciously hummed the song "My Sun" by Pavarotti, one of the tenors in the world.
The strange thing is that at this moment, because of this spiritual energy, the voice that I couldn't sing at my best in the past came out to a super level.
oh?
Pavarotti, Carreras, Domingo and Andrea Bocelli, after them, then I, Zhen Minglang, is the fifth tenor?
"Hey, buddy, you sang so well. It's a pity that The Voice of China has ended. Otherwise, if you go, you will definitely be the champion!"
Zhen Minglang was disturbed by the uncle next to him, and he just came out of the enjoyment he had just enjoyed.
I just sang Pavarotti's "My Sun" beautifully, and the initiator was that aura?
Zhen Minglang was shocked!
“Hey, are you,,,are you,,,the champion of the China New Model Contest, Zhen Minglang?”
The uncle had just praised Zhen Minglang for singing well, and now a girl recognized Zhen Minglang again.
Zhen Minggang felt a little helpless for a while. People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Sometimes, being recognized is not a good thing. No longer indulging in happiness, Zhen Minggang said hurriedly, "You have recognized the wrong person, I am just a passerby.
I don’t know the person you’re talking about. Aren’t we all here to buy things and look at things?”
Zhen Minglang moved his hand to the stall, and the girl turned around, but still secretly looked at Zhen Minglang.
When spiritual energy comes out, it can instantly help you improve your singing skills. This spiritual energy is simply heaven-reaching.
Since there is spiritual energy flowing out, it means that the thing flowing out of this spiritual energy is good.
Following the direction of the airway, Zhen Minglang saw a vessel placed on the street stall. It was a willow leaf statue made of copper-red high-temperature glaze. It glowed slightly,
The color tone is slightly off, the texture is rough and round, and if you look at it with the naked eye, it seems to be a fake.
And the gentle airflow flows out from the top of Liuye Zun.
Zhen Minglang has had the previous experience, so he knows that the spiritual energy that is supplied to his body is exactly what he needs, and since he is what he needs, it means that the Willow Leaf Zun is not a fake, and may be a genuine cultural relic from the Kangxi period. Zhen Minglang
Of course, Zhen Minglang was not sure whether this was from the Kangxi period, but he concluded that it was definitely not a fake. Thinking of this, Zhen Minglang thought of buying this Liuye Zun.
"Young man, are you watching?"
Zhen Minglang raised his head and asked the old man again.
"I'm not convinced yet." Zhen Minglang frowned, "You have so many things, why don't you recommend them to me."
The old man's eyes were sizing up Zhen Minglang at this time. Generally, antique buyers are people who are close to knowing destiny or earlobes. Seeing Zhen Minglang's twenty-year-old appearance, he probably just looked at it casually and said, "You pick two."
A piece of pastel porcelain from the Republic of China is ready. Look at this landscape pastel porcelain jar. The painting is so exquisite and the characters are lifelike."
Zhen Minglang took a closer look and probably understood the meaning of the old youtiao. "Haha, uncle, this painting is indeed delicate and agile, with a sense of layering, but at first glance, this painting is a modern imitation of a fake."
"Don't talk nonsense!" the old man immediately hissed, "It's okay if you don't buy it, but if you don't do business with your heart, how can you say it's a fake?"
People who are involved in the collecting circle actually know that there must be a thread left to judge the authenticity of these cultural relics. Even if they are fake, they have to say that they are not sure about it, so it is difficult to say. But Zhen Minglang doesn't care about this, he just
He speaks quickly and doesn't like to beat around the bush.
"Ahem, if you are doing business sincerely, you have to allow others to talk, right? Business is all about noise, right? If you don't let me talk, then come on, I won't buy it, and everyone else shouldn't buy it either." Zhen Minglang was very arrogant, and this instigation
, the old fritter is afraid.
"Don't worry, brother, tell me which one you like?"
As if playing hide-and-seek, the old man grabbed Zhen Minglang's arm again. At first glance, he looked like he was bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.
"Uncle said the wrong thing. If you choose one, I won't make any money from you."
"Okay." Zhen Minglang agreed, but he knew in his heart that if he really chose one, this old guy would even trick him to death. This kind of play-and-play, which looks like a gift but is actually a monster, is very difficult for Zhen Minglang.
It's self-defeating!
Zhen Minglang tossed two things over and over, but deliberately picked up a piece of pastel porcelain that looked fake and delicate in shape, "Here, how much does this cost?"
It is not easy to write a book. I have to wake up early and wait until late at night. I have to worry about the officials and adults giving me a few recommendation votes to satisfy my hunger.
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