The expert looked at it for a while and then handed it to an expert next to him.
The members of the expert group took turns watching and whispering from time to time.
Seeing the cautious look of the experts, Qin Xiaoman felt a little excited.
She secretly thought that maybe Qi Yunjie didn't understand antiques, so the calligraphy and painting given to her was not only worth several million, but maybe tens of millions!
You know, the experts who just came to appraise and appraise the antiques took a few minutes to read them, and they have never been so serious.
After waiting for a while, an expert put down the calligraphy and painting. He looked at Qin Xiaoman and said:
"First of all, congratulations to Miss Qin. This painting is indeed an old object..."
I heard the experts say this.
Qin Xiaoman pretended to be noble again.
She looked at the expert and said slightly proudly:
"Of course this is an antique! Can I, Qin Xiaoman, give you a fake for appraisal? I can't afford to disgrace that person..."
As she said that, she turned around and saw that Xia Xiaoyu and Jiang Yixue had not left yet. She immediately added:
"I'm not like some people! I'm obviously a beggar, and I don't have a penny, but I still go into the antique circle. Isn't it a shame, huh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he gave Xia Xiaoyu a fierce look.
Then, I asked the experts again:
"Then give me an estimate. If it's about the same, I'll sell it. I don't know much about antiques, so there's no use keeping them. I might as well collect more bags and shoes..."
As he said that, he twisted his waist, and it looked really sexy.
Qi Huairen, who was standing next to him, looked at him with eyes wide open.
The expert took another look at the calligraphy and painting, and said to Qin Xiaoman with a smile:
"Ms. Qin, after unanimous discussion by our expert team, the stock price for this painting is..."
As he spoke, the expert held out three fingers.
Before the experts could tell the figures, Qin Xiaoman anxiously said:
"thirty million?"
The expert was stunned.
When Qin Xiaoman saw the expert's expression change, she felt a little disappointed and immediately changed her mind:
"three million?"
Qin Xiaoman can accept it if she can sell it for three million. At least it will be enough for her to squander it for a while.
The expert's expression became even more embarrassed. Qin Xiaoman was so anxious that she immediately asked:
"How much is it, please tell me quickly?"
She was still complaining about others. In fact, she interrupted the expert several times and made the expert unable to speak.
The expert then said:
"Our estimate is three thousand, not ten thousand!"
The experts' words shocked everyone around.
They also thought that Qin Xiaoman's painting must not be cheap, after all, it came from the four major families. However, they never expected that it was only worth three thousand yuan.
You know, the slightly famous painters who are alive now are worth more than this.
Qin Xiaoman opened his mouth wide, looking like he couldn't believe it.
But immediately, her eldest lady's temper came up, and she said dissatisfiedly to the expert:
"Do you understand at all? You also said that this is an old object, how could it be worth only three thousand?"
In Qin Xiaoman's eyes, it is an antique and can be worth millions.
As everyone knows, many antiques are not valuable at all because they have low artistic value or exist in large numbers. Some so-called antiques can even be bought for a few hundred yuan.
Seeing Qin Xiaoman's furious look, the expert immediately explained:
"Miss Qin, this is indeed an old object. But not all old objects can be fetched a good price. Your calligraphy and painting are from the Republic of China period. And the author is not famous. Look at the brushwork and luck of the painting.
The ink, as well as the composition and artistic conception, are all average. It can even be said to be poor. This should be an exercise when the author first learned to paint!"
"ah?"
Qin Xiaoman opened his mouth wide and was completely dumbfounded.
She secretly hated Mr. Qi. This bastard, in order to trick her into going to bed, actually used such a useless thing to trick herself.
Seeing that Qin Xiaoman didn't speak, the expert said again:
"The reason why we gave the price of three thousand is because this scroll and Ayako are from the early Republic of China. They are not bad. It can be taken down and framed with other paintings. But don't get angry, Ms. Qin. If this painting
If you leave it for decades, it will probably appreciate in value, and you can sell it for 10,000 or 20,000 by then..."
The expert originally told the truth, but the people around him couldn't help but burst into laughter.
This piece of shit will have to wait decades to sell for 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. Why would anyone want it!
Qin Xiaoman was extremely embarrassed. She felt that she had been completely embarrassed today.
She grabbed the calligraphy and painting on the table and said dissatisfiedly:
"Should I still keep it? Wait until it reaches 12,000 yuan? That's not even enough for a meal! I don't want it anymore, so I'll tear it up now!"
With that said, Qin Xiaoman started to tear up the painting.
Before he could move, he heard Xia Xiaoyu laughing next to him and saying nonchalantly:
"Don't worry, it would be a pity to destroy such a good thing, just keep it!"
Qin Xiaoman felt even more shameless when he saw that Xia Xiaoyu, whom he despised the most, could come and ridicule him.
She glared at Xia Xiaoyu and cursed:
"You stinking beggar, you still want to say something bad to me? Why don't you tell me how good this thing is? Come on, I'll sell it to you! Can you afford it? Look at how poor you are, even if I want to tear it apart, you will buy it.
I can’t afford it! If you didn’t rely on women, you wouldn’t even be able to eat. You would have to starve to death on the streets and be eaten by wild dogs until your bones are left..."
Qin Xiaoman's words were despicable and mean.
Even the people around who were watching the excitement couldn't stand listening anymore.
Xia Xiaoyu didn't take it seriously and still smiled. He asked Qin Xiaoman:
"Okay, tell me how much you want to sell it for, I'll buy it..."
Qin Xiaoman sneered:
"You buy? Okay! One hundred thousand yuan, I'll sell it to you. You can take the money. If you can't come up with the one hundred thousand yuan, just crawl out of this door..."
Qin Xiaoman believed that Xia Xiaoyu was a poor man.
But when she saw Jiang Yixue next to Xia Xiaoyu, she immediately added:
"It doesn't matter if someone else pays for you. After all, you are a soft-boiled person. Maybe there is a bitch who is willing to spend money on a loser like you..."
Qin Xiaoman's acrimony not only did not make Xia Xiaoyu angry, he actually laughed and said:
"Okay, it's settled, I'll use this hundred thousand yuan today to slap your bad mouth!"
Qin Xiaoman doesn't care, this is a business where she can make a profit without losing money.
If Xia Xiaoyu offered 100,000 yuan, she would give him the painting. After all, this piece of shit was only worth 3,000 yuan.
If Xia Xiaoyu couldn't take it out, he would have to crawl out of this door. He also let out a bad breath.
As soon as Xia Xiaoyu finished speaking, a middle-aged man who had been watching the excitement suddenly smiled and said to Xia Xiaoyu:
"Little brother, why should you be angry? No matter how rich you are, you can't spend it in such a way!"
This middle-aged man was indeed kindly advising Xia Xiaoyu.
Before Xia Xiaoyu could say anything, Jiang Yixue turned around and said to the middle-aged man politely:
"Mr. Zhong, it turns out you are here too..." (To be continued)