"Little brother, I am not bragging to you. There is absolutely no second shop on this whole street that can produce these calligraphy and paintings. Look, this is a piece of "Eighteen True Pictures" created by the Ming Dynasty painter Wu Bin.
"Volume", an absolutely unique copy, and this... "Bureau Notes" inscribed by Zeng Gong, one of the "Eight Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties"..." Seeing that Qin Feng seemed to be interested in these calligraphy and paintings, Xiao Ma immediately became very interested.
He diligently flipped through some calligraphy and paintings on the stall and introduced them eloquently, with a smile on his face like a ball of chrysanthemums, "How about it, is it real enough?"
But after listening to the paintings in this guy's hand, Qin Feng was speechless. It was really, really real. This print was much better than the original painting.
Others Qin Feng may not know, but Qin Feng knows about the "Eighteen True Pictures" in this guy's hand, because he happened to meet Yuan Yuan when he was hanging out in the Poly Auction House, and it happened to be that time.
I have seen this original painting. It seemed to have been purchased by a private collector in Natsumi for US$24.8 million. Needless to say, it was obvious to me that it was a fake.
But these two people are really top-notch people. Others would choose calligraphy and paintings by relatively unpopular ancient painters to deceive others. This guy directly chose the masterpieces of famous artists. I'm afraid he can only use them to deceive the rich and uncultured nouveau riche.
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"Well, these paintings are quite real. They are indeed quite real." Qin Feng nodded seriously, "It's much more glamorous than the original paintings I saw at Poly Auction House last time!"
"Uh! This..." Xiao Ma, who was still selling with spit and spit, also had a condensed expression. Then he could only make a sad face and didn't dare to say more. The man in front of him was obviously an expert, and he didn't even think about it.
Now that I'm acting here, maybe now in the eyes of others, I am just a living clown, stealing pleasure from myself.
Qin Feng didn't look at the two people around him with stern eyebrows. At this time, his eyes noticed the ancient scroll scroll beside the stall. Unlike the scroll in the young man's hand, this ancient scroll was obviously too dilapidated. It didn't look like it was old. It should be
It is indeed quite old.
Qin Feng casually took it in his hand. What surprised Qin Feng was that the old scroll was too heavy. Under the dim light, the horizontal axis of the scroll was black, and it seemed that the material could not be seen clearly. However, when he held it,
In his hands, the fragrance of sandalwood seemed to drift through his nose, making Qin Feng feel comfortable all over. He took a closer look at the horizontal axis. Qin Feng found that the horizontal axis was too finely crafted, with beautiful cloud patterns carved on both ends.
, with the dim light, the laundry can shine with a red light, which makes Qin Feng's eyes light up. If he guessed correctly, this should be rosewood.
This discovery made Qin Feng very happy. Regardless of whether this painting is true or false, the red sandalwood on the horizontal axis is so big and seems to be old, so it should be worth a lot of money. You must know that on the market now,
Rosewood is quite scarce and almost priceless.
Just a string of red sandalwood beads now costs thousands. The slightly more expensive small-leaf red sandalwood beads are worth tens of thousands. How much is such a horizontal axis as thick as a baby's arm worth? Qin Feng estimates that it costs at least ten thousand.
Come to 10,000.
Thinking of this, Qin Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart and opened the ancient scroll seemingly unconcerned.
This scroll was so torn, as if it could be torn with just a little force. He finally opened the three-foot-long picture, but Qin Feng was dumbfounded when he saw it, and then he felt the urge to yell. This was simply unbelievable to him.
What a waste of nature, such a precious horizontal scroll, there is actually a picture of a chicken pecking at rice, and the chicken's drawing can be described as horrible. I'm afraid my daughter's casual graffiti is more artistic than this.
Qin Feng had the urge not to look at it anymore, so he carefully collected the ancient paintings. Qin Feng raised his head and saw that the stall owners, Brother Ma and the young man, were approaching him to please them:
"How about it, brother, I really didn't lie to you this time, this painting is really an ancient painting." Brother Xiao Ma also said with a smile.
"An ancient painting is an ancient painting, but this painting is too smelly."
"This..." Brother Ma also had an embarrassed look on his face. It was so miserable for him to look at it like that. If he hadn't taken back this broken painting for about fifty yuan, he would have burned it as firewood.
"Tell me, how much does this painting cost?"
"Uh...brother, make a friend and I'll tell you a real price..." I thought there was no chance, but the man in front of me actually took a fancy to this shabby painting. Xiaoma's eyes also lit up, and then he secretly glanced at Qin Feng.
, and then stretched out a palm with a smile on his face, "Five...five thousand..."
"How much?" Qin Feng simply rolled his eyes. Do you really dare to use these two treasures? Do you really think of yourself as a little fat sheep?
"Come on, you two should keep it as a family heirloom. For five thousand yuan, I can pull a truckload of printed matter."
"Brother, don't cut it. The price is negotiable. Hehe, how about four thousand... Come on, I met someone who understands today. Two thousand, no less..." When Xiao Ma saw that Qin Feng was leaving, he also
I'm anxious. This antique shop has always been open for three years and stayed open for three years. Although it's not that exaggerated, if they can sell this painting, they can live happily for a while. In the past few days, he
The brothers haven't eaten meat for several days...
"A thousand at most, sell it if you like it!" Qin Feng pursed his lips and gritted his teeth.
Those who work in these professions are all cunning and cunning. If I show any enthusiasm, this guy might fall into the trap.
"This..." The young man and the stall owner also had very embarrassed expressions on their faces, but when they saw Qin Feng looking like he was about to leave, they nodded immediately, "Okay, one thousand is one thousand!"
Qin Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart and quickly took out a thousand yuan. Then he cleared all his belongings, turned around and left with the broken painting...
"Hey, Brother Xiaoma, I killed another idiot tonight. I paid fifty yuan for a broken painting. Today I flip it for a thousand yuan. Hehe..."
"Go, go, let's divide the money first, then divide the account thirty-seven, tsk tsk, I can go to Xiaohong's place to have fun again tonight, you damn hippie, that woman is so damn fierce in bed, I couldn't stand it a few times...
"
Seeing Qin Feng disappearing into the crowd, the two of them got together cunningly and couldn't help but look proud. The broken painting had been left there for a week and no one cared about it. Those chicks were more beautiful than the ones they painted.
Oops, they actually sold it for one thousand, and the price went up twenty times as soon as it was resold, which made them quite happy.
If they knew that one horizontal axis of that broken painting was worth hundreds of thousands, I'm afraid they would be ready to die right now...
Qin Feng had already given up, but his luck was so good that he couldn't stop it. Someone actually brought it to his door, and he really let himself pick it up and miss it. Now that he has such an ancient scroll, he will frame it with a copy later.
I should be able to get birthday gifts.
The birthday gift was in place, which made Qin Feng feel quite happy. He put his hands on his back and walked towards the door of the north courtyard humming a tune. But at this moment, Qin Feng's eyes narrowed, and then
The expression on his face also darkened, and his eyes stared coldly at the man and woman at the stall not far away...
The man is in his thirties, wearing Versace casual clothes. He looks very handsome in it. He has a stinky smile on his face. He thinks he is very gentle. But next to this guy, a woman
She was holding the man's arms affectionately, her pretty face was full of smiles, and she seemed very happy.
But this scene made Qin Feng feel inexplicably jealous. Isn't the woman in front of him Yu Lingwu with whom he had a one-night stand?
He did not expect that he would meet her in this city. Since the last time he had an intimate relationship in the bedroom of Blue Harbor, Qin Feng has not seen this woman for nearly a month, but no matter what,
This woman was also a woman with his own seal, and now she was in the arms of another man, which he couldn't accept.
Although Qin Feng also knew in his heart that the two of them had a relationship just to satisfy each other and that he had no right to interfere with other people's happiness, but when he really saw it, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. There was a feeling that something of his was taken away by others.
The feeling of leaving.
At this moment, Yu Lingwu, who was talking and laughing next to the stall, also noticed Qin Feng not far away. The expression on his face was also obviously stunned, but then a pair of hands quickly released the arms of the man next to him, and his face overflowed with emotion.
With a smile on his face, he walked quickly towards Qin Feng.
Looking at the woman's smiling expression, as if nothing happened before, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel disgusted. This woman was really pretentious. He was really blind. At this moment, he just turned around and left...
However, before Qin Feng took a few steps, a fragrant wind drifted past him. His arms tightened and were gently held by a pair of jade arms. Qin Feng felt that his entire arms were falling into softness.
And a mature and charming voice also sounded softly in my ears: "Hey, little man, you are ready to leave without saying hello to your sister when you see her."
"Humph, you have a man to accompany you anyway. I'm not a light bulb who doesn't understand amorous feelings, so as not to be an eyesore." Qin Feng turned his head directly. When he thought of the soft man holding his arm holding the man like this before, Qin Feng said
I couldn't help but feel so angry.
"Hey, are you jealous?" Yu Lingwu's face became happier and happier, without any sign of anger. She held Qin Feng's arm with a pair of small hands even harder, and her whole body was almost glued to Qin Feng's side.
Her beautiful eyes blinked, "It seems like she still has a place in your heart."
"Hey, woman, you should have a sense of proportion when it comes to your narcissism. Who's jealous?" Qin Feng couldn't help but raise his voice, and stared at the woman next to him coldly, but he looked at the woman with a smile on her face.
, Qin Feng's expression also softened a little, and he said calmly, "Okay, I'm not jealous, please let me go, I'm tired."
"You said you're not jealous, but it's all written on your face. You must be jealous because I'm close to another man."
"Woman, let me say it again, I am not jealous. If you are close to another man, what does it have to do with me?"
"Of course it does matter. You are the little man I keep." Yu Lingwu clung to Qin Feng's arm and refused to let go. The smile on her face was a bit narrow, "Okay, I apologize to you, by the way.
Let me introduce him to you..."
At this moment, the man Yu Lingwu was holding on his arm also came to Qin Feng. He looked at Qin Feng with his eyes, and he actually had a smile on his face, which made Qin Feng even more unhappy.
Damn, what are you looking at? I didn’t see your woman holding my arm like this. I’ve already cuckolded you, and you’re not even jealous!
(There are so few little red flowers, please give more little red flowers, woo woo...)