"Haha, Mr. Jin, please think carefully, my paintings are not worth so much money!" Zhang Junping put down his pen and said with a smile.
"No, Mr. Zhang, you are too modest. Your paintings may not be worth the price now, but I am optimistic about the future. In the future, your paintings will definitely be no worse than those of old gentlemen like Zhang Daqian and Xu Beihong."
"Master Jin has won the award! How can I dare to compare with these gentlemen?" Zhang Junping said modestly, but he was still very happy in his heart. He smiled generously and said: "Master Jin likes it, just take it away, how can I
Wanting Master Jin’s money? Isn’t this a joke?”
"Master Zhang, this is not a purchase, how can I use the smell of money to tarnish your masterpiece!
I'll trade these things with you!" Jin Yongshun quickly corrected him.
"Hahaha!
Mr. Jin, what you said is not that hypocritical.
Painters are also human beings, they also need to eat, clothe themselves, and support their wives and children.
Therefore, there is no shame in selling your paintings for money, and there is nothing tainted or tainted. If my paintings can be sold for money, I will only feel happy." Zhang Junping laughed.
If you sell writing and painting for money, you are selling money. No artist can withdraw money. If you raise money, it will tarnish the art.
No matter what polish you come up with or what you say to deceive yourself and others, they are all fake and high-minded.
Zhang Junping looked down on those people from the bottom of his heart.
"Okay, since you are willing to change, then change.
I have other uses for this painting, so I'll give you this one!" Zhang Junping smiled and took out a framed scroll from the bookshelf and handed it to Jin Yongshun.
Jin Yongshun took the scroll with both hands and slowly opened it.
"How's it going, Mr. Jin?
Can my picture of the Night Banquet of the Twelve Golden Hairpins still attract the attention of Lord Jin?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.
"You can get in, you can get in!
Mr. Zhang, this painting is really uncanny, it is simply amazing. The characters in this painting are all brought to life by you, Mr. Zhang!
Please forgive me, Master Zhang. I didn’t study hard when I was young, so I really can’t think of good words to describe Master Zhang’s painting.” Jin Yongshun held the painting in both hands and praised it.
"Master Jin, thank you for the award. This painting was inspired by me when I was drawing character images for the crew of CCTV's "Dream of Red Mansions".
I have never been willing to take it out. Since Lord Jin likes it, I will exchange this painting with you, Lord Jin.
Mr. Jin, do you want me to write some words for you?"
"I don't dare to ask for my wish..."
Zhang Junping was not polite and took the scroll directly and wrote two lines of words on it.
Aixinjue Luo Yongshun's brother Yazheng, Zhang Junping on the sixth day of the third month of the Guihai year.
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhang!" Jin Yongshun bowed deeply to Zhang Junping.
Looking at the two lines left by Zhang Junping, Jin Yongshun's eyes turned red and he almost couldn't hold back tears.
Aisin Gioro, these four words are the eternal pain in the hearts of these royal relatives. On weekdays, they only dare to secretly tell themselves that their surname is Aisin Gioro, not Jin.
After Zhang Junping finished the inscription, he took out his seal, stamped it, and then handed it back to Jin Yongshun.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I will definitely collect your painting and leave it to my descendants as a family heirloom." Jin Yongshun said solemnly.
"Haha! Mr. Jin, it's okay if you want to keep it as a family heirloom, but there is a prerequisite. You must first find a wife." In order to ease the somewhat silent atmosphere just now, Zhang Junping joked with a smile.
"Yes, it's time to seriously find a wife.
The few times I went to the countryside to collect things, I actually found a wife." Jin Yongshun nodded in agreement.
"Congratulations then!
When you have a happy event, don’t forget to ask me to drink.”
"Don't forget, if I don't invite anyone else, I have to invite you, Mr. Zhang.
If it weren't for you, I would still be fooling around. I would make a living by selling some antiques left by my ancestors every day.
Not to mention finding a wife, it is difficult to feed myself."
"People say that a prodigal son can never change his fortune, but Mr. Jin, you are a late bloomer.
With your sharp eyesight, you will definitely be a success in this antique shop in the future."
"I would like to lend you your kind words.
By the way, I brought a few more things. Mr. Zhang, please give them a look.
It's suitable for you to stay, and I will earn a wife's salary along with you."
"Hahaha! Don't worry, as long as Mr. Jin's things can make me tempted, I will assign a good price to Mr. Jin." Zhang Junping laughed and said: "Who knows, I just like these old things."
Jin Yongshun smiled, took out an object from his pocket, and placed it carefully on the table.
Zhang Junping saw it and laughed, "Master Jin, are you slapping me in the face?
I just said, I am a Pixiu person, I can only go in and out. Then you can bring me a Pixiu ornament made of Shoushan field yellow frozen stone."
"Master Zhang, you are joking. I was indeed inspired by you and remembered that I have such a Pixiu ornament.
Authentic Shoushan Tianhuang stone, I think it will be able to catch your eye."
"If you can get in, you can definitely get in!
Judging from the color of this Pixiu ornament, it is orange-yellow in color, and its texture is smooth, smooth and greasy. Under the texture, the radish pattern is clearly visible, and the red veins are well-proportioned.
Condensed, greasy, transparent, pure and delicate, it is overflowing with precious light. Holding it in your hand, it feels like the skin of an infant, tender and tender. This texture is definitely the best frozen stone.
The shape of the vessel and the carving skills are both exquisite.
Thank you Mr. Jin for your love. I will accept this Tianhuang frozen stone Pixiu ornament." Zhang Junping carefully played with the Tianhuang Pixiu ornament and praised it loudly, without concealing his love.
"If there are any other good things, let's take them out together!"
The things that Jin Yongshun brought out later were also good. It can be said that each piece is a fine product, and they are all porcelain from the third generation of Qing Dynasty.
However, if there are more of these things, they won't seem so precious.
After all, Zhang Junping has two to three hundred pieces of fine porcelain from the third and third dynasties of the Qing Dynasty alone.
The only pity is that the porcelains of the third and third dynasties of the Qing Dynasty in Zhang Junping's hands are all small pieces and there are no large pieces of porcelain.
However, it is also understandable that due to the age, it is not convenient to trade large devices, so even if there are some, they are hidden at home.
No one would trade it unless they had to.
The key is that the utensils are too big, difficult to hold, and inconvenient for trading.
You know, in this era, it is illegal to buy and sell antiques privately.
There is an antique black market over there in Panjiayuan, and plainclothesmen often go there to arrest people.
The items that Jin Yongshun brought were finally priced at 8,000 yuan. Zhang Junping did not counter-offer and directly handed the 8,000 yuan to Jin Yongshun.
With this little money, you don’t even need to go to the bank. The furniture store here in Liulichang alone receives more than 8,000 yuan in cash in a day.
After sending Jin Yongshun away, Zhang Junping began to sort out today's harvest.
Wrap the porcelain pieces one by one and put them away.
Finally, there are the blue and white porcelains that Jin Yongshun first brought that were suspected to be old imitations.
Zhang Junping placed them all in his studio for show.
"Huh?"
After sorting it out, Zhang Junping discovered that what Jin Yongshun was talking about was actually a pile of books.
They were also books written by foreigners. One of them, Zhang Junping knew, was a Bible.