Chapter 677 Calligraphy and Painting Worth Ten Millions
It was almost dusk when the three of them left the cemetery. The young men were still kneeling in front of the tomb, guarded by several strong men holding poles behind them.
When the village chief saw that the faces of several young people were not very good-looking and they had been hungry all day, he asked the villagers to let them go.
The four people fled in despair.
After Fang Xiaoyu looked carefully in front of the mausoleum, he began to give instructions: "Village chief, the feng shui pattern of this place has changed a long time ago. You see, there is a quarry directly in front of the prince's mausoleum, and there will definitely be artillery fire.
Stones, this will make the deceased uneasy and seriously affect the Feng Shui here. When the cannon is fired, the dust must fly. In this way, it just fits the metaphor of crushing the bones and raising ashes. Feng Shui says that there must be evil if there is something tangible, and ashes will be blown on the opposite side.
, naturally it’s not much better here.”
"Master Fang, what should we do?" the village chief asked nervously.
"You can plant a few pine or cypress trees in front of the mausoleum. Pines and cypresses are evergreen and can produce offspring. In addition, repair the damaged wall tiles and trim some nearby weeds, and the Feng Shui here will be almost restored.
"Fang Xiaoyu said seriously.
The village chief thanked him repeatedly after hearing this.
Back in the village, the village chief had a sheep slaughtered and treated Fang Xiaoyu warmly.
As the Asian Agricultural Products Exhibition was approaching, Chi Xueli was quite busy. After lunch, she left Wangshui Village with the Badongchuan couple, Mayor Wu and others.
Mr. Badongchuan specially reserved a special car. After dinner, Hong Xue and Fang Xiaoyu took the special car and wandered back to the hotel.
"Brother Xiaoyu, go to your room and take a look at the treasure I brought out from the prince's tomb!" Hong Xue knocked on Fang Xiaoyu's door.
As soon as she entered the room, she placed her heavy backpack on the table and took out a large bundle of scrolls.
"Brother Xiaoyu, I've thought about it. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to get these treasures, so I decided to share these treasures equally between the two of us. If I hadn't guessed, these treasures must be the authentic works left by the legendary Huang Tingjian
."
"With so many authentic works, wouldn't they be worth tens of millions?" Fang Xiaoyu looked at the table and saw that there were at least a dozen scrolls in a large bundle.
Although he didn't know much about antiques, he had heard of some of Huang Tingshu's calligraphy and paintings.
Hong Xue glanced at him with disdain: "Oh, tens of millions, you underestimated Huang Tingjian too much! Do you know how much Huang Tingjian's most expensive painting sold for? In 2012, his "Inscription on the Pillar", Vol.
At the auction, it was hammered down at 3.9 billion yuan, and with a commission of 12%, the total transaction price reached 436.8 billion yuan. Listen up, it’s more than 400 million yuan.”
"So awesome! Why don't you open it and take a look." Fang Xiaoyu was also a little excited.
According to this girl, if these were really Huang Tingjian's works, they would be worth hundreds of millions of dollars at least. That would really make a fortune.
Hong Xue smiled with a proud look on her face, reached out and gently unfolded the scrolls. But soon, she saw that the girl's face darkened.
"Ah! How could it be like this? It doesn't look like Huang Tingjian's calligraphy and painting! The more I look at it, the more it looks like an ancient memorial!" Hong Xue frowned and said. Immediately, she saw the second copy, the second one.
I took out three scrolls until I opened all the scrolls, but I didn't see even one calligraphy and painting by Huang Tingjian.
"It's over. I've been working all night in vain. All this garbage combined will probably not sell for more than 100,000 yuan." Hong Xue sat down on the bed.
Seeing the angry look on this girl's face, Fang Xiaoyu took out the gold box from his bag and said with a smile: "Why don't you take a look at the treasure I brought!"
As soon as he put the box on the table, Hong Xue could not help but widen his eyes and exclaimed: "Wow! The pure gold treasure box can probably be sold for millions."
"The valuables are inside! Come on, I'll open it for you to identify." Fang Xiaoyu said and opened the gold treasure chest with force.
He pressed the button with his hand, and heard a "pop" sound, and the box bounced up. The pure gold treasure box immediately emitted a green light. There was actually a luminous pearl as big as an egg yolk embedded in the box, and underneath it was a luminous pearl.
Pressed with four calligraphy and paintings."
"Night Pearl, calligraphy and painting?" Hong Xue shouted excitedly, holding the Night Pearl in his hand and looking at it again and again.
Fang Xiaoyu took out a calligraphy and painting from the box. He unfolded it and looked carefully at the signature. There seemed to be a word "yellow" on it.
"Xue'er, do you think this is Huang Tingjian's name?" Fang Xiaoyu asked excitedly.
Hong Xue looked at it carefully, and after looking at it for a long time, he said with a trembling voice: "Yes, this handwriting is very similar to Huang Tingjian's."
"Look at the other two paintings." Fang Xiaoyu unfolded the other two paintings and calligraphy, and finally saw the same handwriting at the signature.
"These two paintings and calligraphy were also created by Huang Tingshu." At this moment, Fang Xiaoyu was in an excited mood, and his mind was filled with red banknotes.
"Brother Xiaoyu, where did you get these calligraphy and paintings?" Hong Xue asked.
"The Prince's Tomb!"
"Oh my God! When did you get it? Why didn't I know?" Hong Xue looked at Fang Xiaoyu in disbelief: "Congratulations, you are rich!"
"No, we got rich. Each of us got half the money." Fang Xiaoyu replied seriously.
Before Hong Xue didn't know whether those scrolls were true or false, she agreed to give half to him, so now he should give half to her.
Hong Xue was surprised after hearing this.
"Brother Xiaoyu, these paintings are estimated to be worth tens of millions! Half is too expensive! Otherwise, give me the gold treasure box!" Hong Xue said a little embarrassed.
Fang Xiaoyu, however, disagreed and said: "How about this! The treasure box comes with a calligraphy and painting."
"Okay, let's go to the ghost market together later and just pick the cheapest one for me." Hong Xue said happily.
"Okay! That's it."
"Then wait for me here. I'll change my clothes and come back. We'll go to the ghost market right away." After saying that, Hong Xue turned and ran towards her room.
After a while, I saw this girl coming over with a pair of sportswear and asked Shang Xiaoyu to go to the ghost market with her.
Fang Xiaoyu has never been to a ghost market and doesn’t understand the market here. After listening to Hong Xue’s introduction, he learned that there is an underground market in Yancheng. At around eleven o’clock at night, there will be a group of people who love antiques.
He secretly took some private goods and sold them.
I heard from Hong Xue that the underground market was very chaotic. There were all kinds of people there, so she specially changed into sportswear, saying she was afraid something would happen and she would have time to run away.
For this purpose, this girl even brought an electric prod.
The two hailed a taxi and headed straight to the ghost market in Yancheng. When they arrived at the ghost market, it was almost eleven o'clock at night. People could already be seen on the streets of the ghost market.
It was an ancient street, and it really felt deserted and windy.
Fang Xiaoyu and Hong Xue got out of the car all the way away and walked slowly forward. At this moment, they suddenly saw a figure passing by quickly and blocking Fang Xiaoyu's side.
"Be careful these days, someone is trying to kill you!" A woman in a miniskirt replied coldly to Fang Xiaoyu. After saying that, she turned around and walked away quickly. (To be continued)