He couldn't help but blurt out, "How is that possible? I spent 5,000 yuan to buy it!"
After he finished speaking, he immediately noticed the slip of the tongue and quickly covered his mouth.
"You are too evil. You took five thousand and put a price of one hundred and fifty thousand!"
"You deserve to make money without conscience!"
Many collectors made accusations and looked at him with disdain.
"Whatever the price is, it's up to me to decide whether I want to pay or suffer." The stall owner argued angrily.
At this time, other collectors have already checked the results through their mobile phones.
After careful consideration, the conclusion is exactly the same as what Qin Fan said.
"Boss, is it time to fulfill your promise?"
Qin Fan asked with a smile.
"Yes, cash it quickly, we will all bear witness." Someone shouted.
This stall owner seems to have offended the public by making a lot of money.
"Take it, take it! You're cruel!" The stall owner handed the graffiti to Qin Fan in annoyance.
Qin Fan took it with a smile, as if it were a treasure in his hand.
"Mr. Qin, this painting?" Mr. Yuan and Tang Lin were also puzzled. The painting style was undoubtedly from the Qing Dynasty.
It is not made by a famous artist, and its collection value is not high.
"Yes, Qin Fan, this is no different from a child's graffiti." Xiao Xue was equally puzzled.
"Don't leak the secret. We'll talk about it later." Qin Fan said mysteriously.
Mr. Yuan, Tang Lin, and Xiao Xue were all very curious.
However, this guy Qin Fan is not leaking.
The four of them came to a calligraphy and painting mounting shop and found the shop owner.
"Boss, can you take off the calligraphy and painting?"
"Revealing the painting?" the boss asked in surprise.
Seeing that Qin Fan was not joking, the boss said: "The process of uncovering the paintings is more troublesome, the risks are greater, and the cost is relatively higher."
"Haha, the cost is not a problem, as long as the painting can be unveiled, that's fine."
"Not just take it off, but also frame it and repair it."
"Qin Fan, peel it off and mount it again?"
Xiao Xue couldn't understand Qin Fan's intention of repeatedly tossing.
Seeing that the others were confused, he smiled mysteriously.
"Because this is not a painting, there is another painting underneath the graffiti. Take off the graffiti on top, frame it and repair the painting below."
"ah…"
Several people were so surprised that they lost their voices. There was a picture within a picture, and there was a universe within it.
It turned out that Qin Fan cared about the paintings hidden inside, not the graffiti outside.
Soon, the procedures were completed.
Due to the many steps, it takes the same time as re-mounting two paintings.
It will take three hours to pick up.
The four of them could only wait patiently. They looked at the time and saw that it was almost noon. Xiao Xue made a host and invited several people to have dinner and drink tea with them.
The time is up in a blink of an eye.
When the four of them went back to the framing shop, the shop owner took out the restored painting.
It was a small painting of fruits and vegetables. With a few strokes, purple lentils and vegetable leaves were outlined, with a grasshopper standing on the fruits and vegetables, lifelike.
There is no written signature, just a small red seal.
After being carefully framed by the shop owner, a simple seal character "铓" can be clearly distinguished.
"Could it be Li Wei?" Mr. Yuan, who has done some research on calligraphy and painting, guessed.
Since there was no written signature, he added: "It would be better to have it authenticated.
Came to the appraisal office again.
Less than twenty minutes later, the old man who was appraising the inkstone came out.
"Mr. Qin, you are really the king of leaks. Congratulations first."
There was a little excitement on Old Yuan's face, and the old man's tone seemed to be close to his guess.
Everyone else pricked up their ears and listened to the old man's explanation.
"This painting is indeed a painting by Qing Dynasty painter Li Quan in his later years. To be precise, it should have been painted casually, so it only has a small seal."
Seeing that Qin Fan didn't seem to understand, the old man continued to introduce.
"Li Wei is the sixth grandson of Li Chunfang, the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, a famous painter of the Qing Dynasty, and one of the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou"."
"Li Wei is good at freehand flower and bird paintings. Flowers, trees, daily utensils, silkworms, fruits and vegetables are all included in the paintings one by one."
"In the early years, the painting style was meticulous and rigorous, and quite methodical. In the middle age, the painting style began to change, turning into rough freehand brushwork, bold and vigorous, and full of momentum."
Then, the old man pointed to the removed graffiti painting.
"This graffiti should be the graffiti of his relatives or disciples practicing painting."
"Although it was just a random painting by Li Quan, it is indeed his original work."
"I wonder if Mr. Qin spent a lot of money to get it?"
"Puch" Xiao Xue laughed out loud all of a sudden, "He made a bet and the stall owner lost, so I gave it to him."
"Haha, only Mr. Qin has a keen eye for treasures. Most people can't see this painting within a painting."
Mr. Yuan also sighed and said.
After listening to the descriptions of several people, the old man was also stunned.
"Mr. Qin is not only excellent in medical skills, he is also unique in appraising treasures. I admire him very much!"
The old man took out his business card and handed it to Qin Fan respectfully.
The old man's name is Bao Jingshan, and he is the director of Linhai City Antiques Association.
The two parties exchanged business cards, and Qin Fan and his party left.
Later, Qin Fan presented Li Wei's picture of fruits and vegetables to Mr. Yuan.
Mr. Yuan couldn't shirk it, so he accepted it gratefully.
A trip to the antique market once again made Qin Fan realize the wonderful use of the power of merit.
I feel that this is a gift from God, and I try my best to heal the patients and gain the power of merit.
But what the power of merit brings back is all kinds of magical abilities.
But Patriarch Bian Que did not explain this, perhaps because he was worried that his descendants would use the power of merit to make money everywhere.
And forget the fundamental principle of hanging a pot to help the world.
Qin Fan is now well-known, and many people come from other places to seek medical treatment.
On this day, Qin Fan arrived at the hospital early in the morning and was surprised by the queue of patients.
So early, there was already a long queue.
The rule of Bian Que Medical Center is to line up in order, regardless of your status.
Among the patients in the queue, there was a fat man who looked at his mobile phone from time to time and talked with people on his mobile phone from time to time.
He kept urging the people in front of him to hurry up.
When it was finally his turn, he felt like he was on the verge of going berserk.
"Mr. Qin, please help me take a look."
"Are you feeling upset and anxious?" Qin Fan talked to the other party while taking his pulse.
"Yes, I went to Western medicine and took medicine for half a month, but it didn't improve at all."
"You have an anxiety disorder caused by too much work pressure. I saw you waiting in line and talking on the phone non-stop."
"Name, age?"
"Qian Kuan, 37 years old."
Qin Fan wrote the other party's name in the medical record, but the treatment method only had four words: "Xiaoluo bloodletting".
"Mr. Qin, what does this mean?"
"Haha, are you afraid of needles?"
"Of course I'm not afraid." Qian Kuan said puzzledly.
"Come here, I'll check and treat you."
Qian Kuan followed his instructions and came to the treatment center.
Qin Fan found on the back of the first joint of his middle finger that near the Zhongchong point, his complexion was stagnant, and small blue veins were bulging out, winding and bulging.
He took the Mitsubishi needle and said, "Be patient."
Then he pricked it, and a lot of black blood poured out in an instant.
As the black blood is removed, the bleeding is stopped until bright red blood flows out.
In less than ten seconds, Qian Kuan felt relieved and refreshed.
"It's amazing. I feel much more relaxed. I'm mostly healed. Mr. Qin's medical skills are truly well-deserved!"
"You can come here again for treatment tomorrow and you'll be fine."
Everyone was amazed.
A few days later, an old man was admitted to the hospital. He was the old man of the Li family, and he was accompanied by Li Caiwei.
Qin Fan promised the old man that he would go to Bian Que Medical Center for training.
The old man's mental state has improved a lot now, and he gradually talks more.
During the conversation with Qin Fan, I still asked about Qin Fan's family members and heard that they all died in the earthquake.
He also looked confused.
"Old man, when you were sober once, you mentioned Bian Que Hall. Do you know what it was?"
"Bian Que Hall?!" There was a kind of nostalgia in the old man's eyes.
"It's a little-known temple of medicine."
"Ah..." Qin Fan didn't expect the old man to say such a thing.
"It's a pity that no one in Bian Que Hall has truly received Bian Que's inheritance."
"Old man, why do you say that?"
"Because Bian Que's inheritance is the magical needle to fix yin and yang and the eye of heaven."
Qin Fan was a little stunned. He happened to get a needle to determine the yin and yang, and his celestial eye reached the early stage.
When the old man was talking to Qin Fan, he was always observing Qin Fan's expression.
It's a pity that Qin Fan's facial expression is not strange.
"Little friend, I have always thought of you as Xiao Ruirui, because you look like him. Xiao Ruirui is the son of my old friend."
"My old friend is the master of Bian Que Hall."
"Oh~ This is normal. I remember there was an entertainment program on a certain TV station called Imitation Show."