Brother Xiong’s stall is the same as the street stalls next to it. A two-meter-square red cloth is spread on the ground, with some coins, bronzes and other objects placed on it. From the outside, they are all rusty, like
It looked like something from the past, but the aura in Zhuang Rui's eyes couldn't see through these things, so he just ignored the stall without stopping.
"Monkey, didn't I tell you a long time ago? Someone ordered that painting, but I didn't even show it before I saw it. Why are you taking people to see the goods again?" The stall owner, Brother Xiong, looked impatient.
He looked like he was talking to the thin young man, but Zhuang Rui noticed that Brother Xiong's eyes seemed to be aimed at him.
When I was chatting with Uncle De in the pawn shop, Uncle De once mentioned that before liberation, there were people in the world who were selling real and fake antiques and dealing in antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Later, some people who were looking for gold and tomb robbers also joined in, and even more so.
He stole, cheated, deceived, and resorted to all possible means. He also traced his ancestry, recognized Shi Qian, the ancestor of the thieves, as the ancestor, and proclaimed himself the sect of Jianghu. His behavior was somewhat consistent with the two people in front of him.
"Forget it if someone wants it. I can't afford the authentic work of Zheng Banqiao. Come on, then I'm leaving."
In this market, Liu Chuan can also be called a famous brand, so although Zhuang Rui is not afraid of trouble, he is too lazy to provoke these local snakes. He is about to leave now. It is almost noon and he has to take his daughter to eat.
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"No, please don't mention me. Brother, this good thing is rare. It's not too late to leave after seeing it. Brother Xiong, I've never seen you chasing customers away like this." The thin young man quickly grabbed Zhuang Rui and said,
He kept winking at that male brother, if he tried harder, he would really leave.
"It looks like it's okay, but if this brother likes it, I won't be able to handle it. I've already promised to others, so let's take a look first and then say..." When Brother Xiong saw Zhuang Rui about to leave, there was a hint of anger on his face.
With a panicked look on his face, his tone immediately softened.
In fact, Zhuang Rui also thinks highly of these two people. The Jianghu Clan may have really existed seventy or eighty years ago, but after the liberation and those ten years, these ghosts and snake gods have long been eliminated. These two people in front of him
At best, they are just singing a double act, fooling novices who don’t know the industry or have just entered the industry, and making a little money. Their professional level is far inferior to those of the old people mentioned by Uncle De, at least.
Even Zhuang Rui could see through the little tricks played between the two.
Zhuang Rui stopped when he heard this. It didn't hurt to take a look anyway. Liu Chuan was taking care of the market, so he wasn't afraid of the two men buying and selling by force. He also had a trace of luck in his heart. He could get it from the old lady in the countryside.
After receiving Wang Shizhen's manuscript of "Xiangzu Notes", maybe this person really has something good in his hands. If it is true, even if he can't afford it, if he absorbs the spiritual energy in it, it will be a sure-fire deal without losing money.
Brother Xiong was secretly happy when he saw this young man turning around. He and Monkey had been observing for a long time just now and saw that he stopped at every stall selling old calligraphy and paintings, but he only looked at them and did not buy them.
Generally speaking, people should know a little bit about calligraphy and painting, but judging from his age, he probably has not been in the industry for a long time. He is the kind of person who is full of jealousy and half-full. It is easiest to fool him with the high imitation works in his own hands.
that type of people.
Brother Xiong stood up, and only then did Zhuang Rui see that what he had made was not a bench, but a box woven with rattan. After opening the box, Brother Xiong carefully took out a scroll wrapped in yellow cloth with both hands, and opened the wrapping scroll.
Yellow cloth, just looking at the appearance, the wooden shafts at both ends of the scroll are worn and worn out. At first glance, it looks like an old object.
Brother Xiong unrolled the scroll on the rattan box. Zhuang Rui discovered that it was a vertical scroll with a length and width of about 50*110 centimeters. The paper was slightly yellowed and the painting on it was a picture of bamboo growing among the rocks.
,, and wrote a poem: "The bamboos are inserted into the sky and cover the earth, and the wind and rain are written on the pen; I am not willing to follow the human method and write the dragon's beard and the phoenix's tail." The handwriting is of different sizes and skewed.
At the bottom of the poem, there is the inscription Zheng Xie and several seals.
"Who is Zheng Xie?".
Zhuang Rui blurted out the question, but he regretted it as soon as he said it. He also made a joke. Zheng Xie was named Banqiao, but the name Zheng Banqiao was too famous. Zhuang Rui didn't react for a moment. This was different from Yang Wei and others.
Dad said that Tang Bohu and Tang Yin were two people, so it was almost a joke.
Brother Xiong and Monkey looked at each other with suspicious looks in their eyes. This person doesn’t even know Zheng Banqiao’s original name. Can he tell the truth from the lie? It’s easier to handle if he is an impulsive person. It looks real.
I will buy it, but this man seems to have a very calm face, so it is not easy to fool him on this matter today.
Zhuang Rui lowered his head, using the strand of hair on his forehead to cover other people's sight, and looked at the calligraphy and painting called Zheng Banqiao. A yellow light flashed in his eyes, and the spiritual energy had already circled in the painting.
When he returned to his eyes, there was no abnormality at all. No need to ask, Zhuang Rui had already sentenced this calligraphy and painting to death in his heart.
Since it was possible to absorb spiritual energy from the couplets and the manuscript, Zhuang Rui has done experiments on many books, but none of them contain spiritual energy. After pondering for a long time and combining the two experiences of absorbing spiritual energy, Zhuang Rui came to a conclusion,
Objects that can contain aura must be something from a long time ago. From a time perspective, they should at least be from before the liberation. This is based on the judgment made by the couplet of the Holy Spirit.
Zhuang Rui even suspected that the aura in the couplets and manuscripts could be the aura generated by the author's concentration in creation at that time. However, this idea was too absurd, and Zhuang Rui only thought of it accidentally.
Rui has now concluded that the thing in front of him must be a fake.
"You two, I'm a little unsure about this thing. You'd better put it away first." Zhuang Rui raised his head and said to the two men in front of him, Brother Xiong and Monkey, who looked expectantly.
Uncle De once told Zhuang Rui that there is no such thing as true or false in the antique business, only old or new, and one must keep a straight line. Even if something is new, most people will only say that they are not sure or bad, but not
Point it out directly, and the seller will naturally understand it and won't get entangled.
As soon as Zhuang Rui said this, Brother Xiong and Hou Hou looked at each other. They didn't expect that this person who didn't even know Zheng Banqiao's real name would actually say a jargon without even asking the price. This was a mistake between the two of them. How could they know?
, if Zhuang Rui didn't have those eyes, he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between authenticity and fakeness. If you just give him a modern print, he might think it's real when he sees how realistic the print is.
It was unlucky for Monkey and Brother Xiong to meet Zhuang Rui. The old imitation of Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting was quite clever. The paper quality of the calligraphy and painting was indeed from the Qing Dynasty, and the fonts and painters were all made by masters. Unlike Zheng Banqiao,
Compared with the original work, it is almost fake, and the "shaft" of the vertical axis has also been aged. People who know Braille calligraphy and painting but are not very knowledgeable about Zheng Banqiao will definitely think that this calligraphy and painting is Zheng Banqiao's handwriting. However,
The Zhuang Rui they met was an unconventional guy, but all their hard work was in vain.
Brother Xiong is also a bachelor. After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, he didn't think much of anything. He quickly put the calligraphy and painting back into the box. This was the household utensils they used to eat. Anyway, there are more people in the society who want to take advantage of them.
If Zhuang Rui is deceived, others will naturally be fooled.
Zhuang Rui was also uninterested. Most of the aura in his eyes was lost due to treating his mother. He was also anxious to add something. Who knew that after shopping all morning, he didn't come across anything of value. It seemed that even with these eyes
Now, the legendary picking up of leaks is not that easy.
"You two, if you find any old things in the future, go to the pet home in front and say hello to the boss there. You guys should be busy first...".
Zhuang Rui said a few polite words. He will go back to Zhonghai City to work in a few months. It is impossible to stay here all day, but these people in front of him are hanging out here. Maybe they will meet each other at some time.
