"Lao Lin, we've known each other for so many years, you tell me the truth, how much do you want to sell this painting?" asked Wang Qingsheng.

"Yes, we are not outsiders, and we don't have so many twists and turns, this number. Lao Lin stroked a slap.

"Fifty thousand?"

"Yes, if you think it's appropriate, you can take this painting, if you think it's not appropriate, let's continue to drink tea and talk." Lao Lin said with a smile.

Wang Qingsheng didn't answer, got up and walked to the bookcase, took out a magnifying glass and continued to look at the painting.

Lao Lin didn't care, he didn't really come to drink tea, the most important thing was to draw and make money.

Han Bin had nothing to do, and while he was drinking tea, he asked Lao Lin about some antique business.

Lao Lin's full name is Lin Zhongqi, his hometown is in Xiaogang Village around Qindao, he arrived in Qindao in his early twenties, stayed in the antique circle for more than 20 years, has a house and a car in Qindao City, and has a good life.

Wang Qingsheng looked at the painting for more than ten minutes before putting away the magnifying glass and walking over.

Han Bin poured out the herbal tea and added a new cup of tea to Wang Qingsheng.

Wang Qingsheng took a sip of tea and asked, "Lao Lin, can this painting be cheaper?"

"Brother Wang, you should know very well that Han Xuankun is a famous ink painter in our Qindao, his paintings are definitely worth this price, and the potential for appreciation is very great, if I don't have no spare money, I also want to keep this painting and hang it in my own home as an heirloom. ”

"Lao Lin, you have a lot of treasures, and it's not bad for this one. Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.

Lin Zhongqi pondered for a moment: "Yes, since you have spoken, brother, I can't help but give you face, I am giving you two thousand cheaper, if you think it is suitable, you can accept it, if it is not suitable, let's continue to drink tea." ”

Wang Qingsheng touched his chin, thought for a while and said, "For a while, I can't make up my mind, and I have to think about it again." ”

"No problem. Lin Zhongqi snorted and drank another cup of tea.

The three chatted for a while, and when it was noon, Wang Qingsheng invited Lin Zhongqi to have dinner together, but he politely declined.

After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingsheng couldn't help but ask, "Binzi, do you think there is something wrong with this painting?"

Han Bin shook his head: "I didn't see it." ”

"Lao Lin, what do you think?"

"I didn't have much contact, and it's hard to say how people were, but during the time we met today, he showed no signs of lying. Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng smiled and said secretly, this kid still treats others as prisoners.

"Uncle, do you want to accept this painting?" asked Han Bin.

Wang Qingsheng frowned and said, "I'm not sure." ”

"Problematic with the drawing?"

"There is no problem with the ink, handwriting, paper, imprints, and decoration of the painting, but I am a little unsure of the inscription next to it. Wang Qingsheng frowned.

Han Bin recalled: "I suddenly heard that the Nine Heavens Xuanhe had passed, and I dared to ask the immortal family where to find it."

"Yes, it is these two lines of poetry that are written in small letters, which is not Han Xuankun's usual font, although it is a little similar to Han Xuankun's handwriting, but there are also some differences. Wang Qingsheng explained.

There are a lot of counterfeits in antiques, calligraphy and paintings, no matter how similar other places are, but if there is a flaw, I dare not accept it easily.

If you make an eye, you will lose a lot of money if you buy a replica.

"Uncle, what you said is good, I also don't think the inscription is Han Xuankun's handwriting. Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng was a little surprised: "When did you kid also study calligraphy?"

"I didn't specialize in calligraphy, but I just learned a little bit about handwriting identification. Han Bin said.

"Tsk, you kid, use your criminal investigation for calligraphy identification. Wang Qingsheng smiled, with a bit of a school entrance examination tone:

"Then tell me, what is the difference between these two poems and Han Xuankun's handwriting?"

As the so-called words are like their people, everyone's writing style is different, and there are several common manifestations, such as the layout of the whole handwriting, the size and structure of the word, and the changes in writing speed and strength. Han Bin recalled for a moment and continued:

Those two lines of poetry, compared with Han Xuankun's handwriting, are obviously stronger, and the pen is more rounded, and the local connection of the words is more natural. ”

"According to your comment, this person's calligraphy is better than Han Xuankun's?" Wang Qingsheng asked rhetorically.

"Uncle, I don't know if you've ever heard of 'Yu Jiang Sanren. Han Bin replied.

"Yujiang Sanren, I seem to have a little impression. Wang Qingsheng muttered, touched his chin and thought for a while: "There is a calligrapher Guo Ziyi in Lingnan, alias Yujiang Sanren. ”

"Yes, I personally feel that these two inscriptions are very similar to Guo Ziyi's handwriting. Han Bin said.

When Han Bin was learning handwriting identification skills, he also instilled in his mind a large number of celebrity calligraphy and characteristics, which had their own characteristics and became a family, and they were more systematic to learn.

"Tsk, Guo Ziyi is also a famous calligrapher, his characters are rarely sold to the public, if it is really his inscription, the value of this painting can be increased by a notch. Wang Qingsheng showed a hint of expectation, which was an unexpected joy.

"Although I know how to identify handwriting, I am a layman after all, and the value of this painting has to be estimated by yourself. Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng subconsciously said: "Now it seems that this painting is either copied and the inscription is fake, or Lao Lin doesn't know the inscription, otherwise, this old boy will not only bid 50,000 yuan." ”

Unconsciously, the two of them had already left the antique street, and Han Bin glanced around: "Uncle, what are we going to eat at noon?"

"What are you talking about?" Wang Qingsheng didn't seem to hear clearly.

"What did I say for lunch?"

Wang Qingsheng waved his hand: "I can't take care of this stubble now, you go home first, and then I will study and study, if it is really Guo Ziyi's inscription, then it will make a lot of money, I have to quickly collect the painting." ”

"Uncle, don't be impulsive, study it carefully, think about it more, and it's not too late to collect the painting. "Han Bin's handwriting identification skills are the first time he has used them, and he can't guarantee that they will be 100% effective.

"Don't worry, I've been playing for half my life, and I'm not so easy to be fooled. Wang Qingsheng patted Han Bin on the shoulder, turned around and went back to Antique Street.

Han Bin shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yes, today's meal is ruined." ”

Han Bin didn't rush home, found a restaurant to have a meal, and went to the beach for a walk, although it is a coastal city, but he is busy with work all day long, and he doesn't come to the beach many times.

The last time I came to the beach, it seemed that I was still dating Tan Jingya, and I thought about it quite quickly.

Looking at the endless sea, feeling his insignificance, the worries in his heart and the pressure of work dissipated a lot, Han Bin wore headphones and listened to the taxi home.

When I got home, I accompanied my mother to see the Kanto region, and told my mother about receiving the paintings this morning, and before I knew it, it was dark outside.

In the evening, Han Bin personally cooked four dishes and one soup, all of which his parents liked to eat, and it could be regarded as a filial piety.

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