The stall with Xu Gao's "Swimming Fish" is not placed in the calligraphy and painting area, but in the miscellaneous area.
Because this stall only has one calligraphy and painting called "Picture of Swimming Fish", and the other items are basically miscellaneous items.
"Mr. Shen, this is a late-night snack ordered by Mr. Wu from a star-rated hotel. He said that you are tired after a long night, so you can eat and go shopping."
Before Shen Yu could use his eyesight enough to look at the painting, someone had already interrupted his thoughts.
I know the person coming, Shen Yu, and he is Mr. Wu’s driver.
At this moment, the driver is holding a plate of steaming barbecued pork buns with oil paper next to it, as well as three cups of fragrant black tea.
Shen Yu smiled at Mr. Wu and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother An."
The Mr. Wu mentioned by the driver was naturally Wu An, the big housekeeper of the Wu Group. Shen Yu had to admire the other party's attentiveness. Not only did he have his own food and black tea, but he also thought of the two security guards' share.
After the driver left, Shen Yu divided the food and drinks into three portions and gave one portion to each of the two security guards. Naturally, the two refused in every possible way, but Shen Yu said that if you don't want to eat, I won't, so they gave up.< /p>
So the three of them stood or squatted in front of this miscellaneous stall and started eating and drinking.
While Shen Yu was eating the barbecued pork buns in his hand, he squatted on the ground and continued to look at the so-called "Swimming Fish Picture" by Xu Gao of the Southern Tang Dynasty in front of him.
He doesn't want to use the Treasure Appraisal Golden Eye easily now. Special abilities are good, but he can't rely too much on them. In the final analysis, the most important thing to rely on is his own eyesight.
Finally, Shen Yu finished eating his buns. He stood up straight and took out a tissue to wipe the oil stains on his hands. However, he saw the owner of the miscellaneous stall staring directly at him. Shen Yu couldn't help but asked curiously: "What are you doing?" ?"
The stall owner is a thin, quiet middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, around forty years old. Before Shen Yu came, he was listening to the radio with headphones. Now that Shen Yu has finished eating the steamed buns, he is still listening to the radio.
The two looked at each other. The thin stall owner nodded the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, then smiled and showed his eight teeth, "Little brother, you are really in good health. You have been squatting in front of my stall to eat steamed buns since the storytelling commercials. The last bite you swallowed after three minutes of storytelling. If I had squatted for so long, let alone stood up, I would have passed out long ago."
Shen Yu smiled when he heard this: "To be honest, brother, I eat slowly because the buns are freshly baked and wrapped in oil paper. They are so hot that my hands hurt. No matter how hungry I am, I can only eat them slowly." As he spoke, he couldn't help but eat. Burped.
The stall owner turned his head and asked Shen Yu with a smile: "Is this little brother from Dongjiang?"
Shen Yu waved his hand: "A native of Chuzhou, I just went to school in the provincial capital for a few years. After graduation, I did some antique-related work in Chuzhou." As the saying goes, you can't just talk to people when you meet them, but you can't put everything aside. When talking to strangers, there is always truth among lies, and there is truth among lies.
Hearing this, the stall owner looked Shen Yu up and down and said, "So this little brother is from the industry? I thought you were a college student when you were dressed like this."
Shen Yu smiled and said nothing, but looked at the stall owner with bright eyes, neither admitting nor denying.
"Xiao Han, look after the stall for me. I'll go to the bathroom and be right back!" The stall owner of the adjacent stall, a man with a curly beard, suddenly shouted to the skinny stall owner.
Hearing these words, Shen Yu's heart suddenly moved. He looked at the thin stall owner and asked in a calm tone of conversation: "Brother, your surname is Han?"
The skinny stall owner nodded, "Yes! What? Have we met before?"
Shen Yu thought for a while, "We have never met before, but I think you look very much like one of my elders. That elder also has the surname Han and is from Yunlong Town, Chen County. In addition to selling goods on the Antique Street in Chen County, In addition to antiques, he is also engaged in the business of restoring calligraphy and paintings. The old man's craftsmanship is very good and his craftsmanship is amazing.
"By the way, the old man's full name is Han Haishan. I wonder if you know my elder."
Hearing Shen Yu's words, the stall owner's smiling face suddenly darkened: "The old man you are talking about is my father. Last Monday, six days ago, he died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage!"
Hearing the stall owner's words, Shen Yu was stunned. After a while, he slowly spoke: "Mr. Han restored an ancient painting for me a year ago. His exquisite skills were shocking. When he took the painting, Because of the rush, not only could I not have a few words with the old man, but Mr. Han didn't even accept the money. Originally, I was going to visit Mr. Han when I came to Chen County this time, but I didn't expect that he would, well, I could only It’s said that things are impermanent..."
The expression on the face of the stall owner named Han became darker and darker. He lowered his head and said: "Seventy-nine years old is considered a long life, but I still feel very uncomfortable. It's a shame that I was born with eye diseases and my waist was seriously injured. I am a disabled person who can't do anything. No, the whole family's food, clothing, housing and transportation are all dependent on my father, and I was the one who made him tired." After saying that, he lifted up the torn T-shirt on his body, revealing a scar the size of a palm on his waist.
"Then you must be Brother Yuanchun?"
"Yes, I am Han Yuanchun."
At this moment, Shen Yu suddenly heard Han Yuanchun's stomach growling. This sound was familiar to Shen Yu. He had experienced it a while ago. It meant he was hungry.
"Didn't you have dinner?" Shen Yu asked with a smile.
Han Yuanchun nodded, "Well, it's not just that I haven't eaten dinner. Brother, I haven't eaten for a whole day. Since we are family friends, I won't hide it from you. I only know a little bit about porcelain, but it takes a lot of effort to pour porcelain. I have no money at all. When my father was alive, I set up an antique stall, selling less and collecting more. However, many times a day, I would come back empty-handed. This time, I was able to participate in Mr. Dong’s treasure hunting market. It was Mr. Dong who For my father's sake.
"By the way, the smell of your steamed buns just now made me salivate. I didn't dare to speak, for fear that the saliva would flow from my mouth and make my colleagues laugh."
Han Yuanchun looked at Shen Yu dryly, his eyes full of expectation, and his meaning was obvious. Since you know my father and my father is still kind to you, why don't you give me some charity when you see my miserable state?
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After hearing what Han Yuanchun said, Shen Yu's expression became solemn: "Repairing calligraphy and painting is still profitable, didn't Mr. Han leave some savings for you?"
Shen Yu did not ask Han Yuanchun why he did not inherit his father's business of restoring ancient paintings. He knew that the restoration and mounting of calligraphy and paintings had very high requirements on vision and physical strength. Since Han Yuanchun was born with eye disease, he must not have learned this craft.< /p>
Han Yuanchun shook his head: "How can I have any savings? Dad is not cheating in business, and he doesn't actually earn much. He repairs calligraphy and paintings because he is old and frail. He can only repair two paintings a month at most, and each pair is only three." Four thousand yuan, sometimes for the sake of favor and face, we ask for less or even no money.
"My mother at home had a heart operation and had to take medicine every day. The money my father earns, excluding the medicine expenses of my two patients, my mother, is barely enough for food and clothing."
Before Han Yuanchun finished speaking, Shen Yu took out a wad of hundred-yuan bills from his wallet. He handed them to Han Yuanchun without counting them, "Brother Chun, take the money first, I..."
After thinking for a while, Shen Yu turned back to one of the security guards and said, "Give me 30,000 yuan."
The two security guards had already eaten the barbecued pork buns and black tea. After hearing this, they quickly opened the safe and handed Shen Yu three wads of brand new banknotes.
Then Shen Yu put the money into Han Yuanchun's hand together with the money. "Brother Chun, this is more than 30,000 yuan. You can use it first. If I need money for my treatment, just tell me and I will take care of it." Method."
Just now when Shen Yu was eating barbecued pork buns, he had already looked at Han Yuanchun's stall inside and out.
In fact, Han Yuanchun's stall has a lot of good items, but Han Yuanchun has poor eyesight and doesn't know the true value of these antiques, so he still has to tell him these later.