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Ah, the stall owner was stunned by Yu Fei's straightforwardness and generosity.
I didn't expect that today's first business would come so easily. Maybe there would be some big gains today. This made the stall owner feel a lot better.
After leaving the stall, Qi Zhi asked in a low voice: Brother Fei, this pair of earrings is extraordinary, isn’t it?
How do you know? Yu Fei asked strangely. Although Qi Zhi had played antiques with his uncle Qi Yue for two days, his level was still too low, and it was impossible to tell that there was anything special about this pair of earrings.
If even Qi Zhi could tell that the earrings were unusual, he probably wouldn't be able to wait for Yu to come and pick them up.
Of course I can't see it. Qi Zhi said: But I think it's right for Brother Fei to like him.
Qi Zhi had seen Yu Fei pick up leaks many times, and he had no doubts about Yu Fei's vision.
Yu Fei smiled proudly and said: You are right, these earrings must be old. And they should be inlaid with diamonds, and the grade is not low. If it is auctioned by Sotheby's, the price will probably not be high.
Less than 10,000 pounds, if the origin of this pair of earrings could be figured out, the price would probably double several times.
Of course, what Yu Fei values is not just this mere 10,000 pounds. Seeing this earring, he finally found the gift he gave to Margaret.
Although the earrings are a bit old, they are quite expensive with diamonds inlaid on them. And Margaret also likes to collect, so this pair of earrings is just right for her.
Yu Fei planned to find some cotton and wipe it carefully when he went back, and then buy a better box to put it in. The quality would definitely go up immediately.
Fortunately, this trip to Bermondsey was quite rewarding.
The morning sun slowly rose, and morning came in the Bermondsey neighborhood. In the blue morning light, the exotic streets made Yu Fei feel very relaxed and comfortable.
However, Yu Fei became interested in a stall in front of him that was surrounded by many people.
To attract so many people to stop and watch, there must be something good about it.
The two of them struggled and got a lot of looks before they squeezed in. However, Yu Fei was immediately discouraged when he saw the situation inside. It turned out that this was a calligraphy and painting stall.
There were hundreds of various pictures scattered on the stall, including sketches, oil paintings, and even Yu Fei saw a few graffiti-like ink paintings among them. Although there were many paintings, there were few treasures.
People gathered around this stall, not because of the paintings on the stall, but because the stall owner was concentrating on painting.
The stall owner is an old man in his sixties. His chin is slim and he looks younger. The wrinkles on his face are deep. His skin looks rough and gray due to the wind and the sun. At this time, he is
He quickly waved the pencil in his hand. Soon, a sketch of Bermondsey Street in the early morning appeared on the paper.
However, from the perspective of people like Yu Fei who don't know how to paint, the old man's skill is very average. There were a few paintings with a similar style to the one he had randomly thrown around him. It seemed that he painted them all by himself.
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Although the old man's paintings were average, Yu Fei liked his self-entertaining attitude towards life and his attitude towards life that was neither humble nor arrogant.
It would be really inappropriate to just let him watch the stalls selling paintings.
It was obvious that several of the people around were interested in buying paintings, and some had even made inquiries. But the old man was focused on the brushes and ignored them at all. The sellers left angrily.
Brother Fei, are his paintings good? Qi Zhi really didn't think there was any fun in scribbling over and over with a pencil on a piece of white paper. He couldn't help but ask.
Yu Fei shushed Qi Zhi and told Qi Zhi to keep his voice down, and then said softly: What he painted was not a painting, but an attitude towards life.
Because the old man was still painting, Yu Fei started to check the paintings on his stall
Many of these paintings are very famous, such as Monet's water lilies, Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon, Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, etc. However, these painting techniques are immature and stiff, and it is obvious that they were copied by the old man himself.
Some of the paintings are not signed, and obviously their value is not very high.
Yu Fei stood up with some disappointment. Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly attracted by several sketches in the scroll.
These sketches seem ordinary at first glance. Some of them depict a lighthouse, and some depict a few small trees. None of them are very vivid, but they are quite interesting. Moreover, there are no very clear shadows in these sketches.
There were no highlighted or flat outlines, which surprised Yu Fei.
At first, he thought that these paintings were also the old man's own creations, but soon he realized that they were different. These paintings were not conspicuous among the paintings, but they gave Yu Fei an inexplicable attraction.
Yu Fei has had this feeling many times. It is the mutual attraction between the chaotic energies.
Yu Fei immediately guided a stream of chaotic energy into these paintings. Sure enough, there were more than ten paintings with the presence of chaotic energy. The difference is that the concentration of chaotic energy can be deep or shallow. Among them, the concentration is the highest.
Those are the six sketches that Yu Fei saw just now.
Yu Fei immediately thought that these sketches were definitely not simple.
His body that had just stood up squatted down again.
Let's set a price for these paintings. Yu Fei selected all the paintings with the aura of chaos. In order to prevent the old man from being suspicious, he also specially selected five or six more paintings, which together made exactly twenty paintings.
Twenty pounds for a painting. The old man rolled his eyelids and said.
This made Yu Fei feel speechless. The old man really didn't know where he got these more than ten fine paintings, but what was incomprehensible was that he actually mixed these paintings with his own graffiti. It was really interesting.
Confidence.
One painting is twenty pounds, and twenty paintings are four hundred pounds. This price is not expensive.
Yu Fei readily took out four hundred pounds, and then carefully rolled these paintings together.
Of course, the old man's painting is wrapped on the outside.
After buying these paintings, Yu Fei was in a good mood. Although he still doesn't know the origin of these paintings, it seems that the situation is not simple. Maybe the value of these paintings is even more than the peacock earrings just now.
Of course, these may be just his personal wishful thinking.
He also discovered the shortcomings of Chaos Qi in identifying antiques. Although the amount of Chaos Qi can determine the age of antiques, the origin of the antiques cannot be seen. Especially foreign antiques, such as the Crystal Holy Grail.
, and he knew very little about it. The situation is the same today. Although he feels that these paintings are very good, he suffers from not knowing their origins and cannot give accurate quotations.
In one morning, Yu Fei walked around the entire neighborhood of Bermondsey, but except for the pair of silver diamond-encrusted earrings and the dozen or so paintings, he could no longer find any antiques worth selling.
It's not that the quality of the antiques at other stalls in Bermondsey is too bad. On the contrary, Yu Fei found a few very good antiques in individual antique shops. However, the prices are relatively high, and Yu Fei is very interested in foreign antiques.
I have no interest in antiques, and I feel that the appreciation space of these antiques is limited, so I didn’t sell them.
When the needle pointed to nine in the morning, some people began to leave the market, and many stalls were preparing to close their stalls. The whole market seemed chaotic.
Yu Fei patted Qi Zhi on the shoulder and said: Let's go too. I got up too early in the morning and didn't have breakfast. Now my stomach is protesting.
After returning to the hotel and having breakfast, Yu Fei took out all the more than ten antique paintings. As for the old man's own paintings, Yu Fei had already stacked them aside casually. The reason why he did not destroy them on the spot was because of his respect for the old man.
respect. However, most of these paintings have different styles and are obviously not in the hands of the same person.
Yu Fei was not familiar with European history, and there were no signatures on these paintings, making it difficult to identify them.
Yu Fei looked at it for a while and had to give up. It seemed that he could only go back and find an expert to appraise it. However, Ma Shangdu and Dong Dechang didn't necessarily know much about European antiques, and whether they could see this kind of art work. Look.
If you want to collect arty calligraphy and paintings, you still have a long way to go.
After polishing the earrings, Yu Fei dialed Margaret's phone number.
I have to admit that Yu Fei has a good impression of Margaret, a woman who is several years older than him, and is also very interested in the manor she mentioned before.
But, what details will this side bring? To be continued...