When Lin Shengfei made the call, he was taking his son and his girlfriend to an antique shop near the Chenghuang Temple.
After hanging up the phone, Master Lin turned around and patted Fa Xiao'er on the shoulder: "Brother Yan will be here soon, just please come!"
The antique shop owner at the counter raised the corner of his mouth: When this young master Lin called just now, he heard that the so-called Brother Yan was only a young man in his twenties.
"Brother Yan, are you reliable?" Wang Hengzhi, the son of Young Master Lin, felt a little guilty and took another look at the calligraphy and paintings on the counter.
"It shouldn't be too bad, right?"
Young Master Lin has seen Zhou Yan's "high imitation" of "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains". After seeing it, many collectors said: If not for the use of modern paper, or if not many people know where the original is and what it looks like.
, many treasure appraisal experts have to do eye drilling.
"By the way, how far is your brother Yan from here now?"
"immediately……"
"immediately?"
Less than three minutes later, Zhou Yan brought his girlfriend, father, father-in-law, brother-in-law, and cousins to the door of the antique shop where Young Master Lin was.
After seeing the face of the leader Zhou Yan clearly, the boss's half-hearted heart was completely stuffed back into his stomach.
"Brother Yan, let me introduce to you, my son, Wang Hengzhi, is a theater student who graduated this year!"
"This is Zhou Yan, just call me Brother Yan!"
"Brother Yan!" Lin Shengfei called him brother, and Wang Hengzhi, who was in the same year, naturally called him brother with joy.
"Brother Fei," Zhou Yan glanced at the layout of the antique store, and finally his eyes rested on a landscape painting on the counter, "You called me over in a hurry, what's the matter?"
"Brother Yan, please take a look at this painting..."
"The early landscape paintings of Wang Shimin, the 'Four Kings' of the Ming Dynasty..." Zhou Yan followed the report and told the origin of the paintings. He was about to ask for a price when he suddenly discovered that there was something wrong with the mounting paper. He looked up at the store and asked, "Can I get started?"
The boss calmly said: "Whatever!"
Zhou Yan reached out and touched the picture, then pinched the mounting paper. He turned back and looked at Lin Shengfei with a smile: "You want it?"
"It's not me," Lin Shengfei looked at Wang Hengzhi with a smile, "This kid saw that his surname was Wang, so he thought buying it would be a good way to decorate his appearance..."
"Brother, how much is the price per square foot in your mind?"
"Two hundred thousand!"
"Oh," Zhou Yan nodded, turning around and staring at the boss with a smile, "How much does this painting cost per square foot?"
"Two million!" the boss's voice was decisive.
"The average price of Wang Shimin's works is only 1.5 million per square foot." Zhou Yan smiled and looked at the work in front of him carefully from top to bottom very calmly. "Your painting is an early copy by Wang Shimin."
Other people’s works cannot be sold at such high prices!”
Only then did the boss realize that he might have met someone knowledgeable. He hesitated for a moment and then relaxed: "One million per square foot!"
"Boss, you are too rude. Serious rice paper is not this thin..."
Zhou Yan stretched out his finger and picked at the bottom of the scroll. Cold sweat broke out on the boss's forehead: This guy is not old, but he is an expert!
"Four hundred thousand and one square feet, can't be any less!"
"If we don't buy it, this painting will be completely lost!" Zhou Yan smiled honestly, "One hundred and fifty thousand square feet!"
The boss gritted his teeth: "One hundred and eighty thousand square feet, no more, or I'll keep it for myself!"
"The total price is about one million," Zhou Yan turned around and looked at Wang Hengzhi with a smile, "Can you accept it?"
"Okay, okay!" Wang Hengzhi quickly took out his bank card from his wallet, "Boss, the deal is done..."
When the boss led Wang Hengzhi to the counter to swipe his card, Lin Shengfei quietly approached Zhou Yan and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yan, how did you cut off the last knife?"
"Have you ever heard of unmounting?" Zhou Yan picked up the landscape painting, facing the scenery from the side, and let Lin Shengfei look at it, "A painting is cut into several pieces along the thickness of the paper?"
"Can you still play like this?" Lin Shengfei took a breath of cold air, "No wonder my old man often said that the water here is deep..."
"Yangzhou is the hardest hit area for antique counterfeiting, especially calligraphy, painting and jade. Even those experts can easily fall into trouble if they are not careful!"
"Brother Yan, just now you threatened the boss that if others knew that this thing was framed, it would not be sold at a high price. What confidence do you have?"
"That's natural," Zhou Yan pinched the outer mounting paper with a smile, "Although this thing is unmounted, can the craftsmanship of the Ming and Qing Dynasties have the same price as the modern craftsmanship?"
"Too……"
"Also, I just said that this was a work copied by Wang Shimin." Zhou Yan put the painting down and looked back at Lin Shengfei with a smile. "Can a painting that Wang Shimin imitate be a simple work?"
At this moment, the boss and Wang Hengzhi, who had already finished swiping their cards, came over.
"Young man, you said this was Wang Shimin's imitation of a masterpiece. Do you have any evidence?" The boss had a "I just want to know how I died" style, staring straight at Zhou Yan.
"Boss, you should know the Yuan Si Family, right?"
"One theory is that Huang Gongwang, Wang Meng, Ni Zan, and Wu Zhen were the four. Another theory is that Zhao Mengfu, Wu Zhen, Huang Gongwang, and Wang Meng." The boss said, "Except for a small part of the works of the four Yuan masters, the rest are
Most of them have been lost!”
"Boss, do you know the relationship between Zhao Mengfu and Wang Meng?"
"I don't know..." The boss shook his head blankly.
"Wang Meng is Zhao Mengfu's nephew..." Zhou Yan looked at the works with hints of Zhao Mengfu's charm with a smile, "Although Wang Meng tried his best to get rid of Zhao Mengfu's influence, he has been influenced by Zhao Mengfu since he was a child..."
After saying that, Zhou Yan glanced at the stunned boss, smiled, rolled up the painting, put it in the box, and handed it to Wang Hengzhi: "Wang Meng doesn't have many handed down works. The original painting of this painting should have disappeared in the long river of history."
Already..."
"Xiao Heng, you have made a lot of money, you must treat me later!"
"That's..." Wang Hengzhi looked at Zhou Yan with gratitude, "Brother Yan, I'll treat you to dinner later!"
"Thanks!"
Zhou Yan put his hands into his trouser pockets and calmly led Qin Ruoshu out of the store under the gratified eyes of the elders.
"Cousin, your knowledge reserve is really rich!"
"Classmate Li Jinling," Zhou Yan picked up the shelf proudly, "In school, don't just think about having fun, read more, read more newspapers, eat less snacks and sleep more!"
After saying that, Zhou Yan turned back and glanced at his cheap father-in-law: "Father-in-law, it's still early. It's rare to come to an antique city that is comparable to the capital Panjiayuan and Liulichang. Let's go shopping?"
Qin Fangyuan was very aware of his son-in-law's treasure appraisal skills. He smiled and put his arms around Zhou's neck: "In-laws, let's go shopping together?"
The talents from Jiangnan, the generals from Hebei, and the emperors from Guanzhong have been buried since ancient times.
As a relatively well-known antique distribution center in the Jiangnan area, the most outstanding antiques in the Chenghuang Temple Antique City are naturally calligraphy and painting works: from the Ming and Qing Dynasties to the Republic of China, everyone has their own free time paintings, calligraphy and painting by famous people, and poets' writing styles.
Zhou Yan himself has learned calligraphy and painting, and has also collected classic works in antique tutorials and made fakes. Naturally, he knows that most of the works displayed on the street are not good ones: printed matter, art imitations, and
