Moreover, there are not many works of Cai Xiang that are widely circulated. As a result, each calligraphy work has huge room for appreciation, and the price will naturally rise accordingly.
The starting price of this work is at least tens of millions. If it is sold in some relatively high-end auction houses and there are people who like this kind of works, it is not difficult to sell it for 20 to 30 million.
The old man didn't know the situation of this painting. Seeing that Lin Xiao had actually separated two works, he quickly asked in surprise: "Mr. Lin, what is going on with my family heirloom? Is it really priceless?"
Although the old man said that this family heirloom was worthless but he still wanted to pass it on, but in the end he was still a little disappointed.
Now according to Lin Xiao's analysis, this work seems to be priceless. The old man also has great expectations in his heart, hoping to get Lin Xiao's approval.
Lin Xiao smiled faintly, and before he could speak, the owner of the antique shop on the side rushed to say: "Old man, this work of yours is quite valuable. If you are willing to sell it to me, I will pay a high price of five million to sell these two paintings."
I bought all the paintings!”
"Five, five million?!"
The old man's eyes widened, and his son was breathing heavily.
However, the young man heard what Lin Xiao said before, and said quickly: "That's not possible. This gentleman just said that my family heirloom is worth tens of millions, and you want to buy it for five million, which is too dishonest."
The owner of the antique shop sneered: "Go and ask around. There is no good market for your calligraphy work in the antique market. If it is a picture-within-a-picture that has not been removed, it can be sold at a higher price with this gimmick."
"But now that you have uncovered all the paintings, if one of them cannot be preserved well, your hundreds of thousands will not be worth it, let alone five million!"
Lin Xiao looked at the antique shop owner and shook his head. He had evil intentions and was not honest in opening a store and doing business. No wonder his business was so bad.
A customer who was watching just now said: "I am very interested in this calligraphy and would like to buy it. If you are interested, old man, I will buy it for 10 million. What do you think? The price is quite reasonable!"
The speaker was a middle-aged man in his thirties, looking at the calligraphy work with fondness.
The man's name is Zheng Yunde, and he is a collateral relative of the Zheng family, the eight largest families in Beicheng. This time he came to Beicheng from Hancheng.
He is usually very interested in calligraphy works of various famous artists. Today he saw this painting-within-a-painting and loved it very much.
In addition, Cai Xiang himself is also a master of calligraphy, so it is only natural that he would like to buy this work.
In addition, another reason is that Mr. Zheng's sixtieth birthday is coming soon. Mr. Zheng also likes calligraphy works, especially the works of the four masters of the Song Dynasty. Isn't Cai Xiang one of them?
If they can use this work to please the master of the family, their branch might be able to get a lot of benefits from it in the future.
The owner of the antique shop waved his hand quickly and said coldly: "Hey! I'm discussing business with this old man, why don't you get involved?"
"This antique market has the rules of the antique market. The one behind you cannot interfere casually until the previous one has finished talking."
Zheng Yunde smiled contemptuously and said, "You are not good at business and are very irregular. If this old man really sells it to you for five million, he will definitely suffer a big loss!"
"Besides, both the old man and his son have rejected you, so I don't think I'm breaking the rules."
The old man was hit by this surprise, 10 million!
He already felt that five million was an unimaginably huge number. Ten million would be enough for his ancestors to live for how many years?!
The uncle's son also swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but look at the old uncle: "Dad, how about we sell the painting to this gentleman? Ten million!"