Guan Xiaoxue made a phone call and 300,000 yuan arrived quickly. Boss Qi also installed the painting neatly.
Boss Qi sent the two of them to the door of the store and chatted for a few more words before entering the store.
Guan Xiaoxue saw Boss Qi coming in and took two steps closer to Zhou Zichen: "How much is this painting worth?"
Zhou Zichen only has a rough understanding of the prices of antiques in the industry, and the prices of antiques are also uncertain. If you meet someone you like, he will pay a high price. If you meet someone who wants to buy it and wait for the price to increase, naturally the price will not be high.
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After thinking about it, he said: "About 3.5 million to 5 million years ago. If I met a wealthy person like you and liked this painting by Zhang Daqian, it would probably be around 5.5 million."
"So much?" Guan Xiaoxue sighed in surprise: "You made a few words and made at least two and a half million."
Zhou Zichen looked at Guan Xiaoxue and said: "Didn't you spend more than three million on your last painting? Boss Qi knew that it was not authentic, so he sold it to you at this lower price. If it is
He won't let go without four million for the authentic work. As for Zhang Daqian, there have been many collectors in recent years. If it were an authentic work, there would be people who wanted it for four million."
When Guan Xiaoxue said this, she became discouraged: "Zhang Daqian's paintings are really hard to find. If it weren't for you, I would have to ask for help again."
Zhou Zichen smiled and kindly reminded: "Don't trust my vision too much. When you go back, you can find some masters to confirm."
Guan Xiaoxue looked at Zhou Zichen in surprise: "If it is another expert, he will not like others to refute after reading it. You are quite special."
"Then do you prefer people like me or experts?" Zhou Zichen asked.
Guan Xiaoxue blurted out: "Of course I like you more..."
Halfway through, Guan Xiaoxue seemed to feel something was wrong and glared at Zhou Zichen: "You didn't mean it."
Zhou Zichen was also stunned for a moment and said helplessly: "Do you think I look like that kind of person?"
"Like!" Guan Xiaoxue said one word harshly, and then walked quickly in front, towards the outside of the antique market.
Guan Xiaoxue seemed to be losing her temper along the way, but Zhou Zichen just thought it was funny and wanted to go up to comfort her, but he didn't have much experience in comforting girls.
When he arrived at the entrance of the antique market, Zhou Zichen originally wanted to say hello to Guan Xiaoxue and go for a ride. If Guan Xiaoxue didn't come by car, he would give her a taxi or give her a ride.
Before Zhou Zichen could say anything, Guan Xiaoxue had already turned around, pouted, and said with a "fierce" look: "I'm going to see someone to look at the paintings, and I'll treat you to a candle...light...dinner...someday."
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Zhou Zichen laughed dumbly: "Okay, do you want me to give it to you?"
Guan Xiaoxue hummed and said, "If you still have a conscience, I'll drive here and leave!"
Zhou Zichen watched Guan Xiaoxue walk away, looked away, got on his motorcycle and went home directly.
After returning home, Zhou Zichen called Mr. Cheng and made an appointment to see paintings.
This painting must be sold as soon as possible. Zhou Zichen doesn't like to owe favors, but of course he wants to pay Guan Xiaoxue back as soon as possible; and the sooner Yaya's eyes are operated on, the better.
I made an appointment with Mr. Cheng to meet at Mingxiang Pavilion outside Antique Street at noon tomorrow and hung up the phone.
Mingxiang Pavilion is a teahouse. It seems that most collectors like to drink tea. Even if they don't like it, they know a lot about it.
This is Zhou Zichen's first time visiting a place like this. A pot of tea here costs dozens of dollars, and even Zhou Zichen couldn't afford it in the past.
As soon as we entered, the waiter greeted us, explained our purpose of visit, and reported to the box that Mr. Cheng had booked. The waiter led Zhou Zichen up to the second floor.
Zhou Zichen came ten minutes earlier than the scheduled time. Unexpectedly, Mr. Cheng was already sitting there, along with another old man, and they were drinking tea.
When Mr. Cheng saw Zhou Zichen come in, he stood up and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, what good treasure did you find this time? Take it out quickly and let's take a look."
Zhou Zichen put the box in his hand on the table and took out the scroll inside: "Wu Changshuo's authentic work, please ask the second master to take care of it."
Mr. Cheng said in surprise: "Wu Changshuo's authentic works are quite good. By the way, let me introduce you to Zhou Zichen and Xiao Zhou. In just one or two days, I have picked them up several times. This time you have to give them to us again."
What surprise?"
"Xiao Zhou, this is Mr. Wu. In our city, Mr. Wu is the most knowledgeable about calligraphy and painting."
Zhou Zichen greeted Mr. Wu and placed the scroll on the table.
There is a rule in the antique business, that is, "don't pass it on". Any antique cannot be handed directly to others. It must be placed on a table or other stable place first, and then others can pick it up.
Any antique is of high value. If something unexpected happens during the delivery process, it will be difficult to determine the responsibility. That's why it is like this.
Mr. Cheng picked up the scroll and walked to a large table next to it. This table seemed to be specially placed for visiting antiques to appreciate and appraise. The one just now was specially used for drinking tea.
Mr. Cheng spread out the scroll and took out a magnifying glass.
Mr. Wu stood aside and took out a magnifying glass.
The two elders used a magnifying glass to carefully appreciate it bit by bit, sometimes wondering and sometimes sighing.
After watching for more than ten minutes, a waiter was serving snacks to the private room, but he was very knowledgeable and did not disturb us.
The waiter gently put down all the snacks and walked to the door. Just as he was about to close the door, a middle-aged man suddenly stopped the waiter.
Zhou Zichen recognized the middle-aged man at a glance as Boss Qi.
Boss Qi gently knocked on the box door: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Cheng!"
Mr. Wu and Mr. Cheng raised their heads and looked at Boss Qi at the door. Mr. Cheng smiled and said, "Xiao Wu, come and take a look. There is a painting here. Come and see whose it is."
Boss Qi nodded to Zhou Zichen to say hello, and Zhou Zichen nodded in return.
Boss Qi walked in: "With two elders here, I don't dare to show my shame with my little skills."
Mr. Wu smiled and said: "Xiao Wu, you have been learning from me for some time. I have told you before that you are too cautious. In the antique industry, you must be cautious in observing objects and not be negligent in the slightest.
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"But some things need to be bolder. I think this painting is a good learning point. Come and take a look."
It is not difficult to see that Mr. Wu still takes good care of his boss, Qi.
Boss Qi walked over. When he saw the painting, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Mr. Wu, Mr. Cheng, this painting was bought by Brother Xiao Zhou from me yesterday. It is an authentic work by Zhao Yunhe."
Mr. Wu said "Oh": "Zhao Yunhe's authentic work? How much did Xiao Zhou buy it for?"
Boss Qi said: "Three hundred thousand."
Mr. Wu nodded: "The price of 300,000 yuan for Zhao Yunhe's authentic work is quite appropriate. Let's take a look at the painting."
Boss Qi was a little confused, so he also took out a magnifying glass and looked at it with the two elders.
Zhou Zichen stood aside and listened quietly. Mr. Wu said: "Zhao Yunhe is a disciple of Wu Changshuo. Both of them are good at integrating seal script, official script and Kuangcao into paintings, but Zhao Yunhe prefers Kuangcao. In the paintings, Kuangcao is integrated
It has the most artistic conception. Look at this painting. The house has the meaning of official script, the mountain has the soul of seal script, and the leaves have the essence of wild grass. Each of the three books has its own particularity..."
Mr. Wu told me in detail, and the more Boss Qi listened, the uglier his face became.
Mr. Wu was looking at the paintings and explaining at the same time. This lecture lasted for more than an hour. Even Zhou Zichen nodded repeatedly and learned a lot.
Mr. Wu's explanation was profound and easy to understand, and Boss Qi and Zhou Zichen also understood it clearly.
But the more Boss Qi understands, the uglier his face becomes. Zhao Yunhe's original work is worth 300,000 yuan, but Wu Changshuo's painting is a huge loss.
But the antiques industry is all about discernment. If you call something worth ten thousand dollars for one hundred thousand dollars, no one will say you are evil. This is the rule of this industry.
But if you don't understand something worth a hundred thousand dollars, you can only hold your nose and recognize it if you give it to a thousand dollars.
After Mr. Wu finished speaking, he patted Boss Qi on the shoulder and said: "You are also an old man in this industry. If you suffer a loss, you can only blame yourself for your lack of discernment. Study hard."
Boss Qi also understands this truth, but Wu Changshuo's painting is worth more than one million, because he lost at least 700,000 in one shot.
"Thank you Mr. Wu for your advice!" Boss Qi's face looked a little better.
Mr. Wu nodded and said "Yeah".
Mr. Cheng saw all this and said to Zhou Zichen with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, your ability is amazing. If you are not careful, you can hit someone like Xiao Wu in this painting. I'm afraid many experts will see it."
No, what do you think of the price?"
Mr. Cheng skillfully performed a one-three-five movement, and his movements were smooth and smooth.
1.35 million, which was a little higher than Zhou Zichen expected. Zhou Zichen originally thought it would be between 1.3 and 1.2 million.
"Okay, listen to Mr. Cheng." Zhou Zichen naturally had no objection.
After the price was negotiated, the four of them sat down and chatted about antiques.
Zhou Zichen's current background is definitely not as good as the other three. He is more listening and absorbing more nutrients.
The special ability of his eyes can only allow Zhou Zichen to identify the authenticity of antiques, but it cannot increase his understanding of antique culture. He still needs to learn these things slowly.
When Zhou Zichen came out of Mingxiang Pavilion, there was already 1.35 million in the card. He immediately sent Guan Xiaoxue a WeChat message to ask for the bank card number so that he could transfer money to the bank and return the 300,000 to her.
Without waiting for a reply, Zhou Zichen decided to go back to the orphanage first, buy a few sets of clothes for Yaya, and then ask about Yaya's eye surgery. Now that he had enough money, naturally the sooner the better.
Riding a motorcycle, I drove all the way towards the orphanage. When I was about to arrive at the orphanage, 'Bang!' a basketball fell from the sky and hit a few meters in front of me.
Zhou Zichen looked towards the basketball court on one side and saw a man holding a basketball and looking at him with disdain: "You poor man, are you going to the orphanage again? Do you want to gamble?"
This man's name is Zhang Hao. His family is rich. He often gets a few rich second-generation people to gamble on shooting at the basketball court. The minimum price for a ball is one thousand.
This basketball court belongs to a high-end community and is surrounded by iron railings. Zhou Zichen used to sneak in with the children from the orphanage to play basketball, and he even had friction with Zhang Hao over this.
Before, Zhou Zichen might still care about it, but now Zhou Zichen feels that Zhang Hao is a bit like a clown, a man in his twenties who uses his family's money to show off his power everywhere and is proud of it.