"Picking up leaks? This task is a bit difficult. I can't guarantee that I can complete it..." Mr. Han said with a bitter smile.
"Han, Mr. Han, don't listen to Brother Wang's nonsense. It's so easy to pick up the leaks. We don't have any fixed goals. If you are familiar with this place, just give us a casual introduction." Young Master Tang said.
"This is easy to handle. This antique city was actually the largest antique distribution base in Yuzhou before. It is somewhat similar to Liulichang in Beijing."
"It's just that in the past few years, urban planning has planned this place and buildings have been built. However, the small vendors have disappeared and various shops have popped up."
"So it became what it is now."
"However, to be honest, it's still not as good as it was a few years ago. A few years ago, someone would pick up a leak basically every few months. But now, over the past few years, as far as I know, there have only been two cases where someone picked up a leak.
There were leaks, and there was one time just a few days ago," said Mr. Han.
"What did you pick up a few days ago?" Young Master Tang asked.
"It's a Buddhist scripture. The store owner was short-sighted and failed to recognize it. As a result, it was picked up by an old friend of mine. This guy is really unlucky..." Mr. Han complained.
Obviously, missing the Buddhist scriptures made Mr. Han very depressed...
"Tsk, tsk, Old Man Han, it's not a good habit to speak ill of people behind their backs. If you don't have the ability, how can you blame God for not giving you a chance?" At this time, a rather arrogant old man walked over with his head held high.
Behind him were two people, who happened to be Mr. Bao and the beauty with heavy makeup...
It’s not that enemies don’t get together, damn, we have bumped into each other again, but in front of this old man, the middle-aged man seemed a little afraid. When he came, he hugged the girl, but now he has separated...
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"Old Bao, what do you mean by that? I'm just complimenting you by saying you're lucky." Mr. Han rolled his eyes.
"Praise me? Why didn't I hear that you were complimenting me? Old Han, you are really getting better and better as you live. They say you are the backbone of our Yuzhou collecting community, but you haven't achieved any impressive results in the past few years.
How can you still mess around?"
"Don't ever mention the fact that you picked up a copy of Zhu Zhishan's "Red Cliff Ode". It's been more than ten years. Every time I see you, you have to talk about it. I'm tired of hearing you say it's not annoying..." The old man
Bao said disdainfully.
Young Master Tang immediately felt funny when he heard this.
Obviously, Han Yiming's reputation in the Yuzhou collecting community is higher than that of this old Bao, but this Lao Bao was not convinced, so he deliberately went against Han Yiming.
This old man just picked up a Buddhist scripture, so he came to Han Yiming to show off...
"You... hum, I won't argue with you. It's been more than ten years since I picked up "Red Cliff Ode", so what? My status in the Yuzhou collecting community is not gained by picking up "Red Cliff Ode", but by me.
This character relies on my ability to identify calligraphy and paintings!" said Mr. Han.
"Yes, yes, you are so powerful. You can play "Red Cliff Fu" for more than ten years if you miss it."
"Oh, by the way, aren't you an expert in calligraphy and painting? My son just gave me a painting, which he bought from an auction house for tens of millions. Why don't you give me a favor and give it a thumbs up?
Palm eye?" Lao Bao said.
Showing off, this is obviously showing off...
This is not a palm eye. It's just showing off your wealth, okay? You can use him to palm a painting that was bought for tens of millions in an auction house?
"Haha, Mr. Han, you might as well go and take a look. It will give you some insights and see what this painting worth tens of millions is." Young Master Tang said with a smile.
"Uh, you want to see it? Okay." Mr. Han sighed and nodded when he heard this.
If he were alone, he would never go there. This old man clearly relies on his son to be rich, so let him show off his wealth...
"Who are these?" Lao Bao looked at the people and asked.
"Oh, we came from Haishi, and the elders in the family are friends with Mr. Han." Young Master Tang said.
He didn't want Mr. Han to tell their true origins. After all, Mr. Tang's influence was too great. He was the founding general after all...
Han Yiming nodded when he heard this. Since they didn't want to reveal their identities, he naturally wouldn't say much to introduce Young Master Tang to Lao Bao.
"Okay, since we are Lao Han's juniors, let's come together, but be careful not to damage anything in my store, otherwise I will have to compensate according to the price." Lao Bao said.
Han Yiming's eyes flashed with depression after hearing this...
Although he has a high status, he is not wealthy and holds the position of honorary vice president among researchers in Yuzhou.
As for this old man, although his appraisal ability is far inferior to mine, he can't resist the fact that he has money.
Lao Bao himself owns an antique shop, and his son has a bigger business. If he didn't have money, he wouldn't dare to buy a painting worth tens of millions to honor his old man...
"Zhai Mingxuan? What a good name, and the calligraphy is also very good." Young Master Tang couldn't help but nodded when he saw the name of this shop.
"Haha, young man has good eyesight. The three characters Zhai Mingxuan were given to me by a master in the calligraphy world." Lao Bao said.
Zhai Mingxuan is one of the many shops here, but this shop is obviously much larger than other shops, and the decoration inside is more luxurious. The two huge blue and white porcelain vases in front of the door give people the impression of wealth.
"Where's the painting? Take it out and look at it," said Mr. Han.
"Don't worry, let's have a cup of tea first, Mingzi, go get that painting and let Old Han open his eyes." Old Bao said with a smile.
When I said palm palm eye earlier, it meant asking for advice, but when I opened my eyes later, it was Chi Guoguo's contempt...
Young Master Tang frowned when he heard this. This old guy's character wasn't very good either.
"Mr. Bao, are you the shopkeeper here?" Young Master Tang asked.
"Well, I opened this store, how about it? It's not bad." Lao Bao looked very proud.
"Yes, that's true, but I'm very surprised. Since you own a shop, how can you still pick up the leaks?" Young Master Tang asked.
"Haha, who said you can't make mistakes when opening a store? My store can both sell and buy. Only by buying and selling can this business be profitable." Lao Bao said with a smile.
"Isn't it just that you deceived an ignorant person? You still have the nerve to say it." Mr. Han said disdainfully.
"People who don't know how to do it? What do you mean, Mr. Han?" Young Master Tang asked.
"A few days ago, someone came to sell Buddhist scriptures, saying they were family heirlooms. They sold them to several places but no one wanted them. But this old man took a fancy to them and offered them 30,000 yuan."
"This Buddhist sutra is an authentic work by Thich Nhat Hanh. It is estimated to cost at least three hundred thousand yuan. Thich Nhat Hanh's surname was Zhang before he became a monk. The man's surname was also Zhang. He is probably his descendant." Old Han said.
"Thich Nhat Hanh? This is one of the top ten eminent monks in ancient China. His authentic works are worth less than 300,000 yuan." Young Master Tang nodded.
"Yes, I just deceived an ignorant person, and I have the nerve to say that I made the mistake." Mr. Han said disdainfully.
"Hey, let me tell you, Old Han, what you said is a bit too much. What is deception?"
"The boy surnamed Zhang took the Buddhist scriptures and went to three houses in front of him but no one asked for them. Finally, I got it. This shows that the houses in front of him didn't see it, but I did. This is my cleverness.
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"Besides, when I asked him how much he wanted to sell it for, he asked for 50,000, and I paid back 30,000. Isn't that too much?" Lao Bao said.
"You are willing to retaliate against something worth 300,000 yuan when someone sells it for 50,000 yuan?" Bowen said angrily.
"Boy, what do you know? You can tell at a glance that you haven't done any business!"
"He wants to sell it for 50,000 yuan. If I win directly, that person will definitely feel that he has made a loss, and will definitely increase the price, or even ask for a sky-high price? Why should I cause trouble for myself?"
"The counter-offer is just a strategy, what do you know?" Lao Bao said disdainfully.
Bowen heard this and wanted to say more, but Wang Jun stopped him.
He is also a businessman, so he naturally knows the rules of doing business.
Naturally, he has to use different strategies to deal with different people. If he were the owner of this antique shop, he would definitely do the same.
"Here comes the painting." At this time, the clerk in the store had already brought the painting over.
"Haha, everyone, come and take a look." Lao Bao smiled and took out two pairs of gloves. He put one on himself and handed the other to Han Yiming.
Lao Bao opened the box, took out the ancient painting, and slowly spread it out.
Han Yiming also put on gloves and looked at the painting carefully. When the scroll was only half opened, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Snowy Mountains and Cold Forests"?
"Haha, you are indeed the top calligraphy and painting appraisal expert in Yuzhou. He is so qualified that you recognized the painting before it was fully opened. Yes, it is "Snowy Mountains and Cold Forests"!" Old Bao said with a smile.
"Where did your son get it?" Han Yiming asked enviously.
He is an expert in the appraisal of calligraphy and paintings. Of course, among all the antiques, his favorite is calligraphy and painting.
Naturally, I am very happy to see such a painting...
"Snowy Mountains and Cold Forests" is one of the representative works of Fan Kuan, a painter from the Song Dynasty. He was one of the three major landscape painters in the Northern Song Dynasty. There are very few works in existence, and each one is worth collecting.
However, when Young Master Tang saw this "Picture of Snow Mountains and Cold Forests", he glanced at Wang Jun with interest, and by chance, Wang Jun also glanced at him...
"This thing is not bad, it is much better than your "Chibi Fu"." Lao Bao said with a smile.
"Ahem, can I add a word?" Wang Jun deliberately coughed lightly and said.
"Haha, little friend, do you have any suggestions?" Lao Bao asked proudly.
"High views? No high views, but a little low views..." Wang Jun said sarcastically.
"Oh? What do you mean?" Lao Bao's face instantly turned ugly. Is this guy here to cause trouble?
"Because I also have a "Snowy Mountain and Cold Forest Picture" at home that is exactly the same as this one..." Wang Jun touched his nose and said.
The moment he saw this picture, the reason why he and Young Master Tang looked at each other was because there was also such a picture in his father's treasure house...
Now another one appears. Obviously, one of the two paintings must be fake...
"What? You also have one at home? What do you mean? Are you saying I'm lying?" Lao Bao exploded instantly, staring at Wang Jun with his eyes as big as a calf, with an evil look on his face...