In the coffee shop, Liu Ji said: "If it is genuine, it won't be a problem to sell it for 400 million yuan at auction. Mr. Zhao, you are an outsider and don't know much about calligraphy. In recent years, Huang Tingjian's
The price of calligraphy remains high. Last year at the Magic City Excellent Era auction, a piece of Huang Tingjian's calligraphy was sold for nearly 200 million. And this piece of "Main Pillar Inscription" is far more valuable than that piece of calligraphy.
of."
Zhao Dongxing listened, took a breath, looked at the tablet, and said: "So, the store not only didn't ask for more, but also asked for less?"
"Ordinarily that's the case, but the shop owner was very vague about the value of the handwriting, so he quoted a price of 300 million yuan." Liu Ji said.
"One more thing, is there any problem with this handwriting?" Zhao Dongxing frowned and looked hesitant. He knew very well how deep the water in the antique industry was.
He once met a rich man who played antiques and spent tens of millions to buy an ancient painting. Ten years later, the rich man went bankrupt. He thought of exchanging the ancient painting for money and making a comeback.
It turned out to be a fake.
Liu Ji did not dare to vouch for it and said: "According to my judgment, there will be no problem. If Mr. Zhao can't believe it, you can find a few more famous people to come and provide advice."
Zhao Dongxing nodded, looked at the tablet, and remained silent.
"Eh? Is this Huang Tingjian's handwriting?"
At this time, a pleasant voice came, and this voice made Zhao Dongxing a little excited. It was Ning Lan who he had been thinking about a lot these days.
"Miss Ning also knows Huang Tingjian?"
Zhao Dongxing said.
Ning Lan had a smile that was neither far nor near, and said: "I specialize in studying ancient literature. Huang Tingjian is a master of the Northern Song Dynasty, so I naturally know it."
Zhao Dongxing said with a smile on his face: "Can you tell whether this handwriting is authentic or not?"
Ning Lan shook her head and said: "Although I study ancient literature, my knowledge is still far behind Professor Liu. If Professor Liu's judgment is true, then there should be no problem."
Liu Ji is quite famous in the circle, so she naturally knows him.
"Miss Ning is joking." Liu Ji laughed, with some pride on his face.
Ning Lan looked at the photo on the tablet and said as if unintentionally: "Is this Huang Tingjian's "Main Pillar Inscription"? I heard Uncle Jiang mention it before. Huang Tingjian is one of his most respected calligraphers."
Zhao Dongxing's face moved, and he wanted to ask something else.
But Ning Lan had already put down the tablet and walked away.
Zhao Dongxing did not ask further questions, his eyes flickered.
The so-called giving in to the other person means doing what the other person likes most and giving him the things he likes most. If Huang Tingjian is Jiang Yehua’s most admired calligrapher, then sending him this handwritten calligraphy would be the right gift.
Zhao Dongxing's face flickered.
There are two things that make him hesitate the most right now, one is the authenticity of this handwriting, and the other is the price.
The price is 300 million!
For the Zhao family in the past, although it was a big number, it was nothing. But for the current Zhao family, 300 million is definitely a big number. Since the Zhao family entered China, they have lost hundreds of millions, plus the United States
The huge loss was enough to devastate the Zhao family.
"Let's do this. Professor Liu, you go back first and I'll think about it before I give you the news." Zhao Dongxing said to Liu Ji.
Liu Ji nodded and said, "Mr. Zhao, you can't think about it for too long. We have to make a decision before tomorrow morning at the latest. Otherwise, I'm worried that this handwriting will fall into his hands."
Zhao Dongxing frowned. Doesn't that mean that he only has one night to think about it?
300 million is not a small number.
Moreover, he still has to discuss it with his family, because he has no assets in his name and the money he needs can only be misappropriated from the Zhao family enterprise.
At the beginning, he refused to give his wife any money for divorce, and all the property in his name was stored with his father, Zhao Ruiming.
"So anxious?"
Zhao Dongxing frowned.
Liu Ji said, "As far as I know, there are not a few collectors who are eyeing this handwriting. If we move too slowly, other collectors will take it."
Zhao Dongxing frowned.
There was a vague premonition in his heart. Is this a conspiracy? Why did such a handwriting appear when he needed it?
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Professor Liu. You can take this card first. I will give you an answer tomorrow morning." Zhao Dongxing handed over a bank card and said.
Liu Ji suddenly smiled, put away his bank card without leaving any trace, and said, "That's easy to say."
After saying that, he took the students, got up and left.
As for the tablet computer, I will keep it for Zhao Dongxing.
Zhao Dongxing looked at the pictures on the tablet and hesitated.
He looked up and wanted to talk to Ning Lan.
It turned out that Ning Lan left in a car.
After pondering for a while, he picked up his phone and said: "Help me contact some calligraphy masters, especially those who are very knowledgeable about ancient calligraphy and Huang Tingjian of the Northern Song Dynasty. Help me find some people, preferably four or five."
Yes, we need to find them now, and we must make arrangements before tomorrow morning. Then you can take them directly to the airport and fly to the Magic City."
Speaking of the Magic City, Zhao Dongxing's heart ached.
Magic City is his sad place.
And there is a big enemy there.
He really didn't want to go to that sad place if it wasn't necessary.
…
Magic City, Jiangbin Community.
On the dining table on the balcony, there was a hot pot with red soup. Zheng Ge, his elder sister, and Jiang Yao were sitting on the dining table, eating, drinking, and chatting.
It's still raining outside. Not only does it seem that the rain will not stop, but it has a tendency to get heavier and heavier.
The cool air blew in through the window, and the three of them, who were sweating profusely from eating, suddenly felt comfortable.
"It's so cool."
Jiang Yao wiped her mouth and said, "Sister Xiao Shi, you really can eat spicy food." Looking at Zheng Shi, Jiang Yao said with envy, although she can also eat spicy food, she can only eat medium spicy food at most, and absolutely spicy food.
I can’t eat it. The kind that can eat spicy food is really...
Zheng Shi smiled and said: "There are no people who can't eat spicy food over there. Some people can eat it very well, and some people can't eat spicy food at all."
Jiang Yao nodded, rinsed a mutton roll, and said, "My brother is like this. He says it's too spicy to eat if it's slightly spicy."
Zheng Shi smiled and said: "Xiaoyao is from Jiangcheng. Speaking of which, I will also go to Jiangcheng in a while."
Jiang Yao blinked.
Zheng Shi said: "I want to go to Jiangcheng University with my tutor to participate in a scientific research project."
"My alma mater." Jiang Yao smiled and said, "Sister, you are so awesome."
Zheng Shi shook her head, "How awesome is this."
Jiang Yao smiled, looked at Zheng Ge who was lowering his head to eat, and said, "Brother Zheng, how about we go to Jiangcheng together then? I will take you around then? Yes! You can stay at my house tonight."
Zheng Shi had a smile on her face. Are you ready to take this to home?