Jing Shizhen opened the door for business, so naturally she couldn't chase away customers.
Moreover, Zhao Zhengshan is considered a big customer. Even though he does not work in the family business, it is still very easy to spend tens of millions.
"Okay, Uncle Jing, I'll take a stab from you today!"
Zhao Zhengshan smiled and joked, but he rarely bought antiques in Jingxintang.
Firstly, the antiques in Jingxintang are really expensive, and secondly, Zhao Zhengshan still prefers to pick up missing pieces in the antique market. Of course, the chances of making holes are higher than picking up missing pieces.
However, I cannot save money on buying a birthday gift for my father today. Zhao Zhengshan sent his daughter to school this time with the intention of buying something good from Jingxintang.
"Then let's go."
Jing Shizhen greeted Zhao Zhengshan, turned around and walked to the inner room.
"Uncle Jing, can I...can I follow you and learn more about it?"
Su Xiaofan's weak voice rang out.
The warehouse of Jingxin Hall is not something that ordinary people can see. Even if Zheng Dagang was with him last time in Luochuan, Su Xiaofan and the others were not able to enter the inner room where the safe was kept.
"You want to go in too?"
Jing Shizhen turned around, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, but you also have to buy something. Let me see if you, kid, can also find something wrong with me."
"Uncle Jing, I'm poor." Su Xiaofan said with a bitter face, "There's no comparison between me and Uncle Zhao. You can't hold me to the same standard as Uncle Zhao."
"You are so poor. You have made more than 10 million from me in one day. How dare you say you are poor?"
Hearing Su Xiaofan's words, Jing Shizhen was immediately furious, "I'll give you a discount. You don't need to buy 10 million items, but you must also buy something from the warehouse!"
These days, even those who have a big business may not be able to come up with more than ten million in cash. Su Xiaofan, who has so much money in his account, is still crying about poverty in front of himself.
"Hey, that's right. My brother is considered rich now."
Su Xiaofan scratched his head. The main reason was that the money came too quickly and was all transferred to the bank. Su Xiaofan could not change his mind for a while.
And having said that, not all antiques worth tens of millions are in Jingxintang's warehouse. There must be cheap ones. With my current financial resources, buying hundreds of thousands of items is nothing.
"Okay, Uncle Jing, I'll buy one too!"
Thinking about the more than 10 million in the account, Su Xiaofan suddenly felt that his waist was getting thicker.
"Old Liu, please keep an eye on the outside."
Jing Shizhen greeted shopkeeper Liu and led Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan into the inner room.
Su Xiaofan originally thought that the inner room was just a room with a safe inside.
But after entering, Su Xiaofan discovered that there was a corridor inside. After passing through the corridor, there was a small courtyard at the back, and there were several rooms surrounding the small courtyard.
Jing Shizhen pushed open the door of a room and pressed it somewhere. The wall facing the room suddenly moved aside, revealing an elevator door.
"The warehouse is underground and was converted from the basement at that time."
Jing Shizhen pressed the elevator button, and Su Xiaofan discovered that the elevator required fingerprint recognition. In addition, Jing Shizhen seemed to have scanned his iris so that the elevator could open.
Now Su Xiaofan finally understood why Jing Shizhen was unwilling to bring them to the warehouse.
This place is really too secretive. If you bring one more person in, it means that one more person knows the secret of Jingxin Hall.
Jing Shizhen's ability to bring them in was a great honor to Zhao Zhengshan and Su Xiaofan, and it was also a sign of trust in them.
Take the elevator to the basement and there is a door similar to a bank safe.
Neither Su Xiaofan nor Zhao Zhengshan came forward, they turned around consciously, and waited until Jing Shizhen greeted them before turning around and walking over.
"No more than five outsiders have come to my place."
Jing Shizhen said: "Zhengshan, your father is one. He entered the warehouse once more than 20 years ago."
"Uncle Jing, you opened a store here more than 20 years ago?" Su Xiaofan was stunned for a moment after hearing this. There were fingerprints and iris. Was there such high technology before?
"I bought this house more than 20 years ago. The front facade was renovated later, but the warehouse has always been there."
Jing Shizhen briefly introduced the warehouse to the two of them. In the past, there was no elevator in the warehouse. You had to take the stairs to go down. The elevator was installed in recent years.
After entering the warehouse, Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan discovered that the underground space was very large. The entrance room alone was more than thirty square meters. It was filled with antique racks, and various objects were placed on each antique rack.
"My place is divided into three large rooms. This one is filled with porcelain, the one on the right is filled with calligraphy and paintings, and the other is filled with miscellaneous items. What do you want to see?"
Because different antiques are placed, different storage conditions are required, such as the temperature, air and humidity for preserving calligraphy, painting and porcelain.
Therefore, the basement of the Jingxin Hall is also divided into different spaces. In Jing Shizhen's words, tens of millions were spent on the renovation of this basement alone, and some of the constant temperature equipment is worth millions.
"I'm looking at calligraphy and painting. Uncle Jing, do you have any calligraphy and painting here to celebrate your birthday?" Zhao Zhengshan had already thought about buying a calligraphy and painting as a birthday gift for his father before he came here.
"What a coincidence. Some time ago, I collected a painting called "The Picture of Wanfu Lai Ming" by Daqian Old Man. Do you want to take a look?"
Jing Shizhen laughed when he heard this. In fact, when Zhao Zhengshan said that he wanted to buy a birthday gift for his father, he thought of this painting.
"Isn't "The Picture of Wanfu Lai Chao" a work by Chen Mei in the Qing Dynasty? Why is it by Daqian Old Man?"
Zhao Zhengshan was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He has a profound knowledge of calligraphy and painting. As soon as Jing Shizhen mentioned the name of the painting, Zhao Zhengshan felt something was wrong.
Moreover, the "Picture of Wan Fu Lai Chao" is also very famous. It was a birthday celebration picture given to the emperor by the court painter Chen Mei of the Qing Dynasty.
"Have you forgotten what Old Man Daqian is best at?" Jing Shizhen's face was full of smiles, as if he had thought of something interesting.
"Hey, I almost forgot, this painting is great."
Zhao Zhengshan's eyes lit up and he said quickly: "Uncle Jing, show me quickly. If it suits me, I'll get this one."
If you were an outsider, you might not be able to understand the conversation between Jing Shizhen and Zhao Zhengshan, but Su Xiaofan understood it.
When Daqian was young, he loved to copy the calligraphy and paintings of famous people. After copying, he would sell them as real paintings.
At that time, Old Man Daqian was not very famous, so selling calligraphy and paintings by famous people was naturally more valuable than selling his own paintings. For a long time, there were many calligraphy and paintings copied by him in the market.
Later, when Old Man Daqian became famous, his copying of famous calligraphy and paintings became a legend. Moreover, the price of the calligraphy and painting he copied rose instead of falling, making it difficult to find a single painting in the market.
Take the painting "The Picture of Wan Fu Lai Chao" copied by Daqian, for example. I am afraid that the price offered by Jing Shizhen will exceed the price of Chen Mei's original work.
Following the two of them, Su Xiaofan also entered the room where calligraphy and paintings were collected. This room was much drier than the one outside. It was obviously air-conditioned to store calligraphy and paintings.
"Xiao Su, don't you go around by yourself?" Jing Shizhen looked back at Su Xiaofan.
"I'll follow Uncle Zhao first and then wait until he finishes buying."
Su Xiaofan said, some antiques and miscellaneous items were very small in size, and he didn't want anything unclear to happen.
"You think too much."
Uncle Jing was so old that he couldn't tell Su Xiaofan's thoughts. He pointed upward and said, "There are more than thirty cameras in three rooms. There are no blind spots. Even a fly can't escape."
"It really is."
Su Xiaofan couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He had been working as a stall in the antique market for a long time. He was usually afraid that someone would take away his things, but he forgot where he was.
But now that he had come in, Su Xiaofan did not leave. He also wanted to see the real life of the old man Daqian.
The painting was not hung up, but rolled up for storage. After Jing Shizhen took out the scroll, he slowly spread it out on a table in the room.
"The original painting of this painting is collected in the New Palace Museum, but there are three copies of Daqian's paintings on the market, and here is one of them."
After Uncle Jing spread out the painting, he stepped aside and let Zhao Zhengshan observe.
Su Xiaofan also came over to look at it for a while, but he didn't know much about calligraphy and painting. He only saw the calligraphy and various seals on the calligraphy and painting, which must have been faked by the old man Daqian.
Su Xiaofan could only lament that the fake paintings were so fake that they were more expensive than the real paintings. Daqian was already at the top of his game.
"Uncle Jing, I want this painting. Please give me a price."
After more than ten minutes, Zhao Zhengshan looked away from the painting.
"Zhengshan, you also know that if Daqian Daqian is put up for auction, it will basically be over 100 million."
Jing Shizhen thought for a while and said: "There are three paintings of this painting on the market, so I will give you a lower price, 80 million. What do you think?"
"Eighty million?" Su Xiaofan next to him couldn't help shouting. He knew that the price of Old Man Daqian's calligraphy and paintings was quite high, but this figure was still beyond his understanding.
"Xiao Su, 80 million is actually not expensive. Among the fakes copied by thousands of old people, this painting can be considered a fine product."
Zhao Zhengshan hesitated for a moment and said: "Uncle Jing, I want this painting, but you have to give me a few days to raise funds. I don't have enough money on hand now."
Zhao Zhengshan no longer works in the family business. Although the dividends he has received in recent years are far more than 80 million, many of them have been diversified investments, but there is not that much cash.
"No problem, you can take the painting first and the money will be paid within a month."
Jing Shizhen was naturally very talkative when dealing with high-quality customers like Zhao Zhengshan. She immediately rolled up the painting and put it into a wooden box that smelled of sandalwood.
"Uncle Zhao, you just bought it for 80 million?"
Su Xiaofan, who just now felt that his waist was getting thicker, was stunned when he saw that a transaction of nearly 100 million was completed in just a few words, which made him feel unreal.
"Calligraphy and painting preserve their value, and there is a lot of room for appreciation. They are also an investment in themselves, so why can't they be bought?"
Zhao Zhengshan gave Su Xiaofan a few words of advice. In his opinion, Su Xiaofan's sudden increase in net worth by more than ten million was not necessarily a good thing. It would be better to invest in antiques.
"I don't have the courage like you."
Su Xiaofan smiled bitterly and shook his head. You can't eat or drink this calligraphy and painting. Isn't it delicious with more than 10 million in cash lying in the account?
