Yang Qiushan screamed: "Sister!" She raised her sword and charged towards Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong raised his sword and handed it back. They clashed on foot, fought back and forth, killed Shihe, and turned around to leave.
Yang Qiushan took the nine-obsidian plate in her arms, threw it up into the air, spun the light, and landed on Lin Xiaodong's face.
Lin Xiaodong stood up and flicked his sleeves. The wake-up bell rang above him, knocking the nine-obsidian plate to the ground.
Yang Qiushan saw that it was not good, turned around and turned into a rainbow to leave.
Lin Xiaodong flicked his sleeves and slashed in the air with his hanging sword. A flash of sword light cut off Yang Qiushan's head.
Lin Xiaodong said: "When you meet me today, you can go back to your roots and get rid of suffering and gain happiness." With a wave of his hand, the souls of Lu Peizhen, Xu Yujuan, Yang Qiushan, Chen Anhui and Jiang Tingyu were taken away and disappeared.
There was a wealthy businessman named Chen Qing in Jicheng. He was in his early forties and ran a shop leasing business. He had considerable wealth and was fond of calligraphy and painting.
On this day, Chen Qingtong and Huang Ming were walking along Houshi Street, and their eyes were caught by a painting on a roadside painting stall.
The person selling paintings was a young man named Jiang Mingzhen. He spread a piece of cloth on the ground and piled some calligraphy and paintings for sale.
What Chen Qing was attracted to was a picture of auspicious deer and cranes, with a green tree at the foot of a green mountain, wild deer eating grass, and white cranes flying high, which was quite artistic.
Chen Qing knelt down and looked at it for a while, thinking: "This picture has both cranes and deers. Could it be that it was made by Lin Qianji of the previous dynasty?"
He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Zhen. Seeing that he was young, he became interested and pretended to be absent-minded and asked: "How can I sell this painting?"
Jiang Zhen stretched out two fingers: "Two hundred taels."
Chen Qing stared and grinned and breathed: "Two hundred taels? Do you really dare to ask for it?"
Jiang Zhendao: "I received one hundred and fifty taels, what price do you want me to sell you?"
Chen Qing asked: "Where did you collect it?"
Jiang Zhendao: "I collected it from the countryside. People said it was a family heirloom. I couldn't buy it for less than two hundred taels of silver. I talked about it all afternoon and only took it away for one hundred and fifty."
Chen Qing nodded and asked, "Do you know the author?"
Jiang Zhen shook his head: "I don't know. When I asked others, they said they didn't know. They just said it was passed down from their ancestors."
Chen Qing pretended to be embarrassed: "This thing of yours that has no author, even if it is really an old thing, can't be sold at a high price."
Jiang Zhendao: "I don't know the author, but it is an old thing. The more it is kept, the more valuable it becomes."
Chen Qingdao: "One hundred and eighty taels."
Jiang Zhen shook his head: "I told people that I could earn thirty taels by running back and forth for an entire afternoon?"
Chen Qing nodded: "Okay, two hundred taels is two hundred taels!"
Jiang Zhen smiled: "I'll give it to the boss!"
Chen Qing took the painting and left happily.
On the way, Huang Ming asked: "Master, is this painting worth two hundred taels?"
Chen Qing smiled proudly and said: "That young man doesn't know what he's selling. This is the work of the former Lin Qianji."
Huang Ming blinked: "Lin Qianji?" Chen Qing raised his head and shook his head: "Lin Qianji was a painter of the previous dynasty, more than a hundred years ago. He determined to be a court painter when he was young. He was admitted to Shanglin Garden at the age of thirty, and was highly appreciated by King Duan.
However, the good times did not last long. He encountered villains who made trouble and made a big fuss out of a picture of a magpie. He was unjustly imprisoned and died in depression. Lin Qianji's paintings can be divided into two stages before and after imprisonment. Most of his paintings before imprisonment were palace themes and were controlled by others.
, after being imprisoned, he became more profound and concise. His most famous one
The painting is a painting of bamboo, stone, orchids that was painted before he died. Unfortunately, the original painting has long since disappeared. Any other painting made in prison would be sold now for at least one or two thousand taels of silver."
Huang Ming opened his mouth and stared: "Then how much is this picture worth?"
Chen Qing shook his head: "This picture has a kitsch style and immature fine brushwork. It should have been made when I was practicing brushwork when I was young. Even so, selling it for a thousand taels of silver is not a problem."
Huang Ming was surprised: "Isn't that ten times more profitable?"
Chen Qing smiled: "That young man is still young. There must be some explanation for the things handed down from his ancestors. He just took them out and sold them without asking. I made a big mistake!"
Huang Ming cupped his hands: "Congratulations, sir!"
Chen Qingdao: "We will go to Jixiangju early tomorrow morning. We have one thousand taels of silver, and we won't sell it for a penny less!"
On the morning of the second day, Chen Qingguo and Huang Ming arrived at Jixiangju.
The clerk Jin Xing came out and smiled: "Hey, Boss Chen comes to see the calligraphy and painting?"
Chen Qing waved his hand: "We're not here to buy today, we're here to sell. Go and ask your boss Shi to come, and say we're here for big business!"
Jin Xing hurriedly ran back to the building, and not long after, Shi Yueling and the maid Ding Lanying came down together.
Shi Yueling smiled sweetly: "Oh, Boss Chen is here!"
Chen Qing smiled and said: "Boss Shi is really getting more and more beautiful!"
Shi Yueling covered her face and lowered her head: "Boss Chen, stop teasing me!"
Jin Xingdao: "Boss, Boss Chen said he is here to sell calligraphy and paintings."
Shi Yueling raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Boss Chen, what good things do you want to sell me?"
Chen Qing patted the scroll in his hand: "Lin Qianji's stuff!"
Shi Yueling was shocked: "Really? Come in quickly!"
Several people went to sit down in the hall. Chen Qing unfolded the picture and said, "Boss Shi, come and take a look."
Shi Yueling came forward and looked at it up and down: "Picture of auspicious deer and crane?"
Chen Qing stretched out his finger and tapped on the picture: "Look at this drawing paper, and then look at this technique, it's definitely an old thing!"
Shi Yueling looked at it for a while, saw something wrong, and said: "This technique is indeed Lin Qianji's, but the canvas and paint don't look like old stuff."
Chen Qing suddenly sat up straight: "How is this possible?"
Shi Yueling said: "Look, isn't this the paper from Songtai Paper Co.?"
Chen Qing looked at it and shrank his neck: "Huh? It was still old paper yesterday!"
Shi Yueling asked: "Where did Boss Chen get this thing? Don't you think he's mistaken?"
Chen Qing turned to look at Huang Ming: "It wasn't this kind of drawing paper yesterday. I saw it!"
Shi Yueling said: "It stands to reason that Boss Chen shouldn't be able to spot such imitations."
Chen Qingdao: "I took a closer look yesterday. Paper and paint are old things. How has this changed?"
Shi Yueling asked: "How much did Boss Chen charge?"
Chen Qing stared: "There are two hundred taels of silver!"
Shi Yueling smiled: "Boss Chen also took a look. This is obviously something copied from the original."
Chen Qing rolled up his sleeves and gritted his teeth: "This little bastard must have tricked me! I'll go find him!" He picked up the painting and went straight to the back market street.
Jiang Zhen was still there. When he saw Chen Qing, he nodded and smiled: "Boss Chen is here!"
Chen Qing unfolded the painting and said angrily: "What did you sell me?"
Jiang Zhen said innocently: "The picture of auspicious deer and crane!"
Chen Qing threw the painting on the ground: "This is fake!"
Jiang Zhen spread his hands and looked around: "I didn't say it was true!"
Chen Qing pinched his waist with both hands: "This is not the painting I bought yesterday!"
Jiang Zhen said: "If it wasn't this one, which one could it be?" Chen Qing pointed at Jiang Zhen's nose: "You gave me the wrong one!" He picked up the painting again, "Yesterday's painting and today's painting are not the same one.