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Chapter Eleven Nine Peaks Snow Ji

"Haha, why, are you interested in this jade cicada? I bought it for fifteen thousand, if you really want to give me some money." Young Master Tang said with a smile.

It's not that Young Master Tang wants to curry favor with Wang Jun, but he feels embarrassed. After all, he absorbed a lot of spiritual energy in other people's jade articles and upgraded his own powers. He should repay him no matter what.

Use money? Money is just a number in people's eyes and they don't care at all. Give it to Yuchan directly? If you are not a relative or a relative, it would be weird for someone to want something you gave her. Maybe they would say your motives are impure.

"How can it be done? It should be whatever it is. Mr. Tang, you are an expert in this field. Please give me a price." Wang Jun turned around and said to Mr. Tang.

"Haha, this jade cicada can be regarded as a double-qin color. The set made with yours is worth more, about 100,000. Your complete set of jade nine-hole plugs has three double-qin colors, and the market price is one

Between 1.2 million and 1.5 million, even if you enter the auction house, it only costs 15.6 million. After excluding handling fees and various taxes, you can actually get only this much." Mr. Tang laughed.

"Then it's 100,000 yuan. I'll write you a check." Wang Jun took out his checkbook and wrote a check for 100,000 yuan and handed it to Young Master Tang.

Young Master Tang took the check, put it in his pocket without looking at it, and handed Yu Chan to Wang Jun. With Wang Jun's wealth, it was impossible to write a fake check to him, and besides, there were Mr. Tang and Jin Mingxuan's people.

Watch.

Zhu Biao on the side looked even more jealous, wishing he could grab the one hundred thousand yuan check. One hundred thousand yuan, his monthly salary, bonus and commissions totaled less than 20,000 yuan. This was

What about his half-year income?

"The things on the black market are quite cheap. I only spent one million to buy such a bunch of jade articles. I didn't expect that the jade nine-hole plug alone would cost me all." Wang Jun smiled happily after taking the jade cicada.

road.

"Things on the black market are of unknown origin, and of course they are cheap. Your jade nine-hole plug comes in a set. It is made of Hetian jade and carved with eight Han knives, so the price is high. An ordinary jade nine-hole plug with no luster is also expensive.

Just ten or twenty thousand yuan." Mr. Tang shook his head.

Young Master Tang on the side was ashamed when he heard this. Apparently the stall owner also knew the price and was just selling the jade cicada as an ordinary jade nine-hole plug. Wang Jun had a complete set except for this one.

This allowed Young Master Tang to get a bargain, otherwise it would only cost 50,000 yuan at most for the double-qin color.

"You are so lucky. You bought a wooden box for fifty times, and you can sell a jade cicada for fifteen thousand for one hundred thousand. Now you still dare to say that you are a novice?" Mr. Tang joked.

Young Master Tang said dumbfounded: "I'm really a novice."

"Okay, stop being a good boy and show us your real thing." Mr. Tang laughed and scolded.

Young Master Tang immediately handed the scroll to Mr. Tang respectfully, and then said, "Please take a look."

Mr. Tang opened the scroll and was faced with a landscape painting. Mr. Tang's first impression was that it was rough. Although he was not an expert in calligraphy and painting, he had seen many fine calligraphy and paintings. The painting in front of him gave people the impression that

It's dull and can't be the work of a famous artist.

"Boy, why don't you just show us this painting? Xiaozhuang, take a look at it too." Mr. Tang handed the painting to Zhuang Hai, and then looked at Mr. Tang with a sneer.

Zhuang Hai finished painting the scroll carefully, frowned after taking a look at the painting, and then looked at Young Master Tang.

Young Master Tang explained with a bitter look on his face: "Mr. Tang, there is something wrong with this painting, and there is a big problem."

"Humph, of course there is a problem. This painting is basically a work after the liberation. There is no signature, no inscription, and the picture is dull. If it is sold on the market, it will only cost five hundred yuan. You are holding such a shabby painting.

You want to draw it so that the old man can catch his eye? You are clearly slapping the old man in the face." Mr. Tang said angrily.

Qin Lei on the side glanced at Zhu Biao and nodded secretly. In Xiao Zhu's eyes, it was still okay. It was similar to Mr. Tang's judgment. With more experience, he should be able to take charge of his own business.

Zhu Biao looked at Mr. Tang with eyes full of schadenfreude, telling you that you can do it, let’s see how you end up.

At this time, Zhuang Hai suddenly said, "Huh? There is something wrong with this painting."

Zhu Biao couldn't stand Zhuang Hai. An old man from a wild background actually pooped and peed on his head. Hearing this, he couldn't help but said: "Of course there is a problem. Didn't Mr. Tang just say it?" Wucuo Novel Network

Don’t skip words.

Zhuang Hai is also an expert in appraisal. Although his reputation is much lower than that of Mr. Tang, he has specialization in art. Mr. Tang's achievements are mainly in miscellaneous items and jade, while Zhuang Hai specializes in calligraphy, painting and ceramics, so

Specifically compared to the appraisal of calligraphy and painting, Mr. Tang was even inferior to Zhuang Hai.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Hai frowned and glanced at Zhu Biao without saying anything. He dipped his hand in some tea and put it on a corner of the scroll, rubbing it slowly.

Mr. Tang on the side looked at Zhuang Hai's movements and was stunned. As if he thought of something, he lost his voice and said: "Picture within a picture?"

In the era of corruption, many treasures were burned to the ground. In order to save their hard work, many collectors came up with strange tricks. For example, the machine box that Mr. Tang bought last time. The so-called picture-in-picture is to make a bad painting and use it as the real thing.

Special potions are used to bond the paintings together so that they look like an ordinary painting on the surface, thereby concealing the original work.

"I'm not sure now, but Mr. Tang has a good eye and can identify so many jades, so this painting must not be so simple." Zhuang Hai said in a deep voice.

Zhu Biao on the side heard the words and said disparagingly: "It's just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse."

After hearing this, Young Master Tang immediately turned cold. He stared at Zhu Biao and said, "Why don't we make a bet? If there is another world in my painting, you can give me as much as the value of this painting."

, on the contrary, this hundred thousand is yours, how about it?"

Qin Lei frowned when he heard this. Zhu Biao is from his shop. It is not good whether he loses or wins. If he loses, if it is really a picture within a picture, Zhu Biao will lose everything if he fails. If he wins,

After all, Mr. Tang brought him here, and it would be even worse if he offends Mr. Tang.

Zhu Biao was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "Okay, let's take the gamble."

One hundred thousand yuan, that was his income for more than half a year. As for the compensation for the picture-in-picture incident, Zhu Bi, who was already blinded by money, chose to forget it deliberately...

Seeing that Zhu Biao agreed so quickly, Qin Lei didn't know what to say.

At this time, Zhuang Hai had carefully removed the wooden shaft, soaked a corner with tea, and slowly rolled up a layer of paper.

In an instant, Zhu Biao's face turned earth-colored, while Qin Lei's eyes widened, looking at the magical scene in front of him.

Mr. Tang murmured: "Picture within a picture, the legendary picture within a picture, I just don't know what treasure is hidden underneath."

"Hey, no matter what kind of treasure it is, I won the bet anyway." Mr. Tang said with a smile.

Wang Jun on the side witnessed this magical scene and couldn't help but stood up and patted Mr. Tang on the shoulder hard and said: "You are so awesome. Mr. Tang didn't even see the mystery in this painting, but you actually discovered it. It's amazing."

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Young Master Tang pretended to be in pain, grinning and said: "How can I have that level? I just saw that the old lady was pitiful, and I happened to get a jade cicada to make some money, so I bought it. But after buying it,

I feel that this painting is not that simple according to what the old lady said, so I came to Mr. Tang for verification."

At this time, the true face of the painting in the painting appeared in front of everyone under Zhuang Hai's dexterous hands. It was a landscape painting, but compared with the previous cover-up, this painting revealed an aura of agility. The mountains among the

Baiyun seems to be really the same. Obviously, even laymen like Mr. Tang and Wang Jun can see that this painting is not simple.

"I didn't expect it to be Huang Gongwang's original work "Nine Peaks of Snow". Oh my God, isn't this picture preserved in the Forbidden City?" Wucuo Novel Network did not skip the words. Zhuang Hai said dumbly.

"Is it really the "Nine Peaks of Snow"?" Mr. Tang's face darkened when he heard this, and he came over to look at it carefully. Qin Lei was also shocked and speechless, so he came over directly.

Wang Jun and Young Master Tang looked at each other in confusion.

Wang Jun looked at Young Master Tang carefully. He was in his twenties and a few years younger than himself. How could he have such good luck and good eyesight?

After studying it carefully for a moment, Mr. Tang and Zhuang Hai both marveled and said: "Incredible, incredible, this should be an authentic work."

"Mr. Tang, there should be only one "Nine Peaks of Snow" in the world." Wang Jun suddenly said.

"Nonsense, of course there is only one. This is a national treasure." Mr. Tang scolded.

"Then this one is authentic, isn't the one in the Palace Museum a fake?" Wang Jun said.

Mr. Tang's face was uncertain, and after a while he said: "This was originally kept in the palace. It should have been during the war that someone took the opportunity to throw it away. Hey, as soon as this painting came out, I saw it in the Forbidden City.

No matter where that old guy's face is, he was the one who authenticated the "Nine Peaks of Snow" in the Forbidden City as authentic."

After hearing what Mr. Tang said, Young Master Tang guessed that the expert who appraised the "Nine Peaks and Snow Map" must have had some issues with Mr. Tang.

"How much is this picture worth?" Wang Jun asked.

"How do you know about money? You are the same as your old man. This is Huang Gongwang's work and a national treasure handed down from generation to generation." Mr. Tang cursed, hating that iron cannot become steel.

"Even if it is a national treasure, it must have a price." Wang Jun muttered.

"Well, you are right, even national treasures have a price. Xiaozhuang, you are an expert in this field, please give me an estimate." Tang Laodao said, he has specialization in the art, and in calligraphy and painting, he knows that Zhuang Hai is more

Have a say.

"Haha, before talking about the painting, let's talk about the author of the pagoda first. Huang Gongwang was a painter in the Yuan Dynasty. His real name was Lu Jian, his courtesy name was Zijiu, and his nickname was Yifeng. Because he was a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect, he was also called

The great idiot Taoist.

Wu Zhen, Wang Meng, and Ni Zan formed the four Yuan masters, but he was the head of the four Yuan masters. It is said that there are more than fifty extant works, but most of them are stored in the Palace Museum. They are rarely circulated among the people and are of great value." Zhuang

Hai did not mention the price but first introduced the author.

"Okay, Mr. Zhuang, please tell me how much this painting is worth." Of course Wang Jun couldn't ask for Xiao Zhuang. Mr. Tang called Xiao Zhuang because of his seniority, reputation, and age.

, Speaking of which, Zhuang Hai is also an old man in his fifties, and it feels awkward to be called Xiao Zhuang by Mr. Tang.

[Author's digression]: Favorites or comments can give Xiaodao great encouragement. Every click, even if it is not popular, is the motivation for Xiaodao to write!


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