Ning Xiaofan didn't care at all about this, but the quarrel in the distance made him pay more attention.
He did not continue here and walked towards a shop, which was a famous painting collection shop.
Yun Xiu was angered by Ning Xiaofan just now. Naturally, he didn't want to leave in such an unpleasant way, but he couldn't just ask someone to teach him a lesson in this place. After all, this was a public place, and he had just appeared on a CCTV program before, so his image and reputation were
, all here, if you really beat this kid, how is it different from other third-rate gangsters?
But in order to regain some ground, Yun Xiu still followed Ning Xiaofan to see what he wanted to do.
As soon as Yun Xiu followed, those watching the fun couldn't help but follow him.
Ning Xiaofan didn't care about them. He seemed to have his eyes fixed on the target, and that target was in the famous painting shop he was pointing at just now.
"Boss, this painting of mine is really a family heirloom. It was written by Wang Xizhi himself. Why don't you believe it?" The farmer, who thought he was dressed very shabby, held the heirloom in his mouth like a treasure, a painting by Wang Xizhi.
calligraphy and painting.
The scroll had obviously just been unsealed and the store owner had just appraised it.
"I...I believe your nonsense, you rotten old man! This is a fake. Do you understand? A pure fake! Return Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and painting. Go out and find out what the real calligraphy and painting look like. How can any calligraphy and painting that has been preserved for so long be like yours?"
So novel? It’s fake at first glance!” The shop owner smacked his lips.
"Boss, I wrote a small note. This scroll has been stored in my home and passed from generation to generation. This is recorded in my family's family tree. I really can't help it. Boss, my daughter is sick and needs surgery.
, Now everything that should be sold at home has been sold, but it is not enough. Boss, I beg you to do it. Can you accept this scroll from me? Ten thousand, I only want ten thousand!" the farmer said pitifully.
The asking price of 10,000 yuan made the store owner's eyes widen, and he waved the farmer away vigorously: "Come on, stinky farmer, you want to sell a broken calligraphy scroll for 10,000 yuan. It's a good idea. You can only sell this thing for 10,000 yuan."
A thousand yuan, even a thousand yuan is too much for me!"
"One thousand!? Boss, this is too low. I really need the surgery fee for my daughter. One thousand yuan is really too low. Boss, if you really can't afford five thousand, please, I'll count your merit."
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said.
"If you kick your nose in the face, you can pay back five thousand. No, it's two thousand at most. Don't negotiate the price with me anymore. I'm still looking at your daughter's face. If you negotiate the price, you won't get a penny." The shopkeeper said coldly.
vocal tract.
"Okay. Then two thousand."
The middle-aged man finally gave in reluctantly, and the shop owner gave him the last two thousand yuan. He reluctantly left looking at the picture in front of him.
After the man left, the shop owner smiled broadly and said, "This silly farmer is really easy to fool. Although this calligraphy scroll is not Wang Xizhi's original work, it is also a well-preserved fake from the Republic of China. It is several decades old now."
, even if you can’t fool others, you can still make five to six thousand yuan by selling fakes.”
Hanging the calligraphy scroll beautifully on the side of the shop wall, the shop owner did the math in his mind and felt that this transaction would bring in at least four to five thousand yuan in profit.
Just when it was hung up, Ning Xiaofan came in at this moment.
"Look at the calligraphy and painting."
The shop owner looked up at him. He was planning to keep playing with his phone with his head down, but unexpectedly he found that Mr. Yun was also behind him.
"Mr. Yun!"
The shopkeeper immediately stood up respectfully, quickly got a chair and poured tea.
Yun Xiu waved his hand and said, "I'll just walk around as I please."
In fact, the purpose of his coming was to see what Ning Xiaofan was doing.
But the shop owner didn't know that, and he was very frightened, thinking that he had just discovered that he had deceived the farmers.
In this antique street, there is actually a rule that everyone has agreed upon, that is, you are not allowed to cheat the poor, especially farmers. You can fool any rich person, but if you cheat the poor, everyone will feel that you are here.
If you really can't survive in the industry, you will be reduced to a level where even the poor are not spared, which will be looked down upon by everyone.
So the shop owner is also in a state of anxiety now, but fortunately, Mr. Yun didn't look at him very much. Instead, he looked around at the things in his shop without asking any questions. The shop owner roughly estimated that Mr. Yun
It's probably because he didn't see his scene.
"Boss, is this calligraphy scroll authentic by Wang Xizhi?" Ning Xiaofan raised his finger and pointed to the calligraphy scroll that the boss had just hung on the wall.
The boss's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but glance at Yun Xiu next to him. Fortunately, Mr. Yun had no expression at all, which made him heave a big sigh of relief.
"This is Wang Xizhi's authentic work, written in his own hand." Seeing that Ning Xiaofan was a young man, the boss couldn't help but try to fool him again.
After all, Ning Xiaofan has a few Nike and Adidas brand clothes on him. Although they are not particularly expensive, at least he does not look like a poor man.
"Can you take it off so I can take a look?" Ning Xiaofan asked.
"Of course, just wait." The boss used the pole to take the scroll down from the wall again.
The scroll was spread on the table, and because of Mr. Yun's presence, many people quickly gathered around it.
“This painting is a fake at first glance! It’s the most fake one from the Republic of China period!”
"It looks a bit like it was made in the Qing Dynasty. It must be a hundred years old."
"Fuck the Qing Dynasty, what about the Republic of China? I just collect calligraphy and paintings. This is a modern imitation handicraft! I don't want a hundred!"
"Don't be so absolute, I think it must be at least several decades old!"
There are various opinions. Although the opinions are different, they are generally the same, that is, this thing must be a fake, but it is a long time ago.
"Don't listen to them, they are just a bunch of guys who don't know how to pretend to understand. This thing is really Wang Xizhi's original work. Although it is not very famous, it is really old." The boss mentally scolded the people next to him.
Shit, these b’s are ruining his business!
If Mr. Yun hadn't been here, he would have sent these people away long ago out of concern for his face.
"Everyone says this is not true. If I buy it and get fooled, wouldn't I be a fool?" Ning Xiaofan laughed, but he still asked: "How much does it cost!"
"They don't understand what I said. They all want to destroy my business. One hundred thousand, but when I took it, it was eighty thousand. The details I revealed to you are honest and sincere enough. I will only earn you twenty thousand yuan."
If you throw it to an auction house, who won't give you at least 100,000 yuan? You're guaranteed to make a profit, little brother!" said the boss.
In fact, when Ning Xiaofan came here just now, he happened to meet the farmer selling calligraphy scrolls head-on. He heard her scolding the boss in a low voice on the street for picking. His daughter was waiting for money to save her life, so he gave her two thousand.
Now it changes hands and it starts at 100,000 yuan. This guy is simply not a human being!
"One hundred thousand, this is too much. I can't afford it." Ning Xiaofan deliberately pretended to be very sorry.
The boss also saw Ning Xiaofan's appearance and couldn't help but think, this is obviously something interesting. (To be continued)