The crisp sound of the impact of the hammer and stone could be heard far away in the night.
But when Zhuang Rui picked up the stone again, he was frustrated to find that the hammers only left a few insignificant dents on the surface of the stone, not even a single stone chip.
If this scene was seen by someone who knew a little bit about stone gambling, he would definitely laugh out loud. I have never seen anyone use a hammer to break emeralds out of stones. It took many months for Zhuang Rui to realize that he
What you are doing now is so stupid and ridiculous.
The little white lion who followed Zhuang Rui out of the house looked at his owner inexplicably. Apparently he couldn't understand why Zhuang Rui would hit his toys with a hammer.
Picking up the stone on the ground, Zhuang Rui was a little worried. This thing corresponded to the old saying that the stone in the pit was smelly and hard. For a while, Zhuang Rui couldn't do anything with it. It was obvious that he used a hammer to smash it.
The idea of breaking it open was impossible. Zhuang Rui didn't know at this time that there were more than a dozen stone cutting machines in the world that were manufactured just for stone gambling.
"Forget it, let's find a grinding wheel to polish it in a few days."
After saying hello to White Lion, Zhuang Rui went to the supermarket at the entrance of the community, bought a few packs of cigarettes, and then went home. He had a lot of things to do tomorrow. He would follow Song Jun to visit the framing master in the morning, and he would also meet with the framing master in the afternoon.
Liu Chuan went to take a look at the land where the Mastiff Garden was built. I'm afraid he couldn't care less about these stones for the time being.
Although jade was found among the stones, Zhuang Rui did not regard these stones as the same thing. As early as 2003, everyone knew that diamonds were valuable, but for jade, there were only some
Only people in a specific circle know the true value of the finest jadeite.
"Well, don't make trouble, it's about to start."
Zhuang Rui, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt wet on his face. He opened his eyes and saw that the little white lion was sitting on the bedside, sticking out his tongue and licking himself. His little paws grabbed the quilt and dragged it to the ground. When he looked out the window, it was already dark.
When the sun came on, Zhuang Rui looked at his cell phone on the bedside. It was almost 7 o'clock, and he quickly got up.
Since raising a white lion, Zhuang Rui's life has become regular again. He must take this little thing for a lap every morning, because this little thing is very sensible and never poops or pees at home. He will hold it in until morning.
Go outside to deal with it, and then Zhuang Rui has to prepare breakfast for it, which is usually dog food made with corn paste, with a few dog calcium tablets added to it. After serving this little ancestor, Zhuang Rui has time to wash up and eat breakfast.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable. Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable."
After preparing breakfast for the little white lion, and sitting at the table drinking the porridge cooked by his mother, Zhuang Rui's phone rang. The little white lion's ears suddenly stood up, and he ran into Zhuang Rui's room and turned the phone over.
Picked it up.
After rubbing the little guy's plush head with approval, Zhuang Rui picked up the phone from Bai Shi's mouth and saw that it was Song Jun calling.
"Hey, Brother Song, didn't we agree on nine o'clock?"
"Go early. The old gentleman called and said that he has a guest at 10 o'clock. Let's go there early. I'm on the way now. Do you live there on Zhongshu Street? Go to the intersection and wait for me. I'll be there soon."
Song Jun's voice came from the phone. Zhuang Rui quickly swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, returned to his room, took the leather case containing "Li Duanduan Pictures" in his hand, and said to Zhuang's mother, "Take it with you"
The little white lion hurried downstairs.
"Let's go, get in the car."
As soon as they reached the intersection, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan stopped in front of Zhuang Rui. Song Jun lowered the window and greeted Zhuang Rui.
After opening the back door of the Mercedes-Benz and letting the little white lion get in, Zhuang Rui sat on the passenger seat and looked back. There were two little guys sitting side by side in the back seat. I bet Song Jun also took the golden retriever cub with him.
came out.
"Hey, take care of that one, it's unreasonable."
Song Jun noticed through the rearview mirror that as soon as the little white lion got into the car, he pushed his little golden retriever aside and made a threatening sound of "woo woo" in his mouth. He was immediately very dissatisfied.
"White Lion, sit down."
Zhuang Rui shouted toward the back door, but the little guy jumped on Zhuang Rui from the middle of the seat. Zhuang Rui had no choice but to hug him.
"By the way, Brother Zhuang, let me tell you that the old man you are going to meet later, whose surname is Fang, is a representative figure among Yangzhou framers. His hometown is Pengcheng. Now he has returned to his roots and comes back to provide for his retirement. This old man
He has a bit of a weird temper. He may frame the paintings and calligraphy he values for free for you, but if he doesn't like it, he won't pay any attention to you no matter how much you pay. Maybe for my sake, he might deal with you a little bit.
, but you should be mentally prepared to be slaughtered, this old man has a soft knife but a dark side."
While driving, Song Jun explained to Zhuang Rui that although he had not yet looked at the painting in Zhuang Rui's hand, it was clear from the tone of his words that he was interested in the painting that Zhuang Rui took on the black market in the grassland.
The painting is not good either.
"It's okay, Brother Song. The painting only needs to be replaced with a new axis. It doesn't matter whether it's re-framed or not. I brought 30,000 yuan, which should be enough, right?"
Zhuang Rui pretended to be very casual and replied casually, if Mr. Fang was really a prominent figure in the art of framing, he would naturally be able to see the fishiness in the painting.
"You are quite willing to give it up. You only paid a few thousand yuan to buy the painting. You are going to spend 30,000 yuan to frame it. You don't want to resell it to find a big profit, do you?"
While Song Jun was talking, the car was already driving towards the Guishan Han Tomb on the outskirts of the city. There were many building materials markets on this road. Zhuang Rui saw wood being cut with chainsaws at the entrance of some markets, making a loud roar.
"After it's framed, I'll sell it to others. Brother Song, don't rob it."
Zhuang Rui looked at the chainsaw, something seemed to come to his mind, and he chatted casually with Song Jun.
"By the way, I can find that small manual cutting machine."
Zhuang Rui secretly cursed himself as a fool. Near his old house, there used to be a stone yard that specialized in selling some stone carving works. At that time, Zhuang Rui often saw some stone carving masters using small manual cutting machines to cut on the stone.
To deal with some of the more delicate parts of the stone carving, it shouldn't be a problem to cut the stone for that thing.
"If it's an authentic work by Tang Bohu, I'm still a little interested. Let me tell you, Zhuang Rui, that "Picture of Li Duanduan" is well kept in the Nanjing Museum. You can just keep it for yourself to look at. It's very expensive to hang it out.
Being laughed at."
Song Jun stopped the car as he spoke. Only then did Zhuang Rui realize that he was at the right place. He opened the door and got out of the car with the little white lion in his arms.
"Zhuang Rui, leave the little white lion in the car. If Mr. Fang agrees to help you frame it, he needs to be quiet. These two little things are too noisy."
After hearing Song Jun's words, Zhuang Rui comforted the little guy and stuffed it back into the car. Then, holding the scroll in his hand, he and Song Jun walked towards a yard more than 10 meters ahead.
Mr. Fang's house was built at the junction of urban and rural areas in Pengcheng. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. There is also a row of willow trees planted in front of the yard. It is the time when they are green. When they enter the yard, Zhuang Rui sees that there are many willow trees planted in the yard.
There were two vegetable fields, and an old man with gray hair was hoeing the fields with a hoe.
"Grandpa Fang, your old body is still so strong."
After Song Jun saw the old man, he quickly walked a few steps, stepped forward and took the hoe from the old man's hand.
"This stinky brat usually doesn't come here when nothing happens. He thinks of me when something happens. When I see Brother Song, I will definitely sue you. Okay, okay, stop playing tricks there.
"
The old man looked at Song Jun pretending to be hoeing the ground, and kicked him. Song Jun didn't dare to hide, and he just took the kick with his butt. Song Jun was also in his forties, but he didn't have any trace of it.
He looked embarrassed, but always had a smile on his face.
Only then did Zhuang Rui see the old man's face clearly. He had snow-white hair, a rosy complexion, and the skin on his face was also very delicate. To describe him as a child with crane hair is not an exaggeration. At first glance, he didn't look like an old man in his eighties at all.
, but in those eyes, there is a sense of vicissitudes of life from time to time.
"Is your grandpa in good health?"
The old man nodded to Zhuang Rui and asked Song Jun.
"Thanks to your old man, grandpa is also in good health. When he taught my dad a lesson, he was very agile. By the way, when I returned to Beijing some time ago, grandpa also said that he would invite you to stay at home for a while.
"I won't go. It's nice here. There's no need to bury my bones. There's no place in life without mountains. I've been away from my hometown for decades and I've learned a lot. Now that I can bury these old bones, I'm lucky.
."
The old man sighed with emotion, glanced at the leather case in Zhuang Rui's hand, and then asked: "Brother Song has found some treasure again, right? Let's go and have a look in the house."
The old man's footsteps were very steady. When he walked to the door, he washed his hands and led the two of them into the living room. A middle-aged woman in her forties, who looked like the old man's nanny, came up and brought a cup of tea to Song Jun and Zhuang Rui, and then
So he withdrew.
"Bring it here, let me take a look first."
The old man was not as difficult to deal with as Song Jun said. After entering the house, he wiped his hands and readily took the leather case from Zhuang Rui. He opened the zipper and took out the scroll inside.
"Come on, young man, help me open this painting."
The old man may have thought Zhuang Rui was Song Jun's follower, so he threw a pair of white gloves over and motioned Zhuang Rui to put them on.
On the rectangular table in the living room, Zhuang Rui and Mr. Fang each held a scroll and spread the painting to both sides. However, before the scroll was even opened halfway, the old man's face already showed an unhappy look.
"You little bastard, you have the nerve to let me frame something like this? You see my old man is very free every day, why don't you come here to entertain me?"
When the scroll was fully unfolded, Mr. Fang's face was full of anger. He may have handled more authentic calligraphy and paintings by famous artists in his life than any collector in the world. His eyesight is naturally extraordinary. At a glance, he could already tell the authenticity of this painting.
