However, the other party refused, saying that his collection was real, very precious, and would not leak the pictures at will. After communication, Mai Xiaoji learned that this person was in Binjiang City, so he asked him to come to the office to chat, and this time the other party readily agreed.

Is woodblock New Year painting painted on wood?

After checking on the Internet, I found that this is not the case, and it belongs to a kind of printing technology in ancient times. In other words, it was possible to copy multiple copies of celebrity calligraphy and paintings with this technique, and the price was not high at that time. However, many celebrity calligraphy and paintings have been lost, and the number of copies of these reproductions has also decreased, so they have become precious.

After flipping through the market prices in the past few years, Mai Xiaoji was a little unimpressed, those that were extremely well preserved and of good production quality were one hundred thousand, and the rest ranged from thousands to hundreds of thousands.

Considering the price, Mai Xiaoji still didn't bother Kong Qun first, and waited until he saw the painting itself. If it is only worth a few thousand or tens of thousands of dollars, it may be embarrassing to trouble a real collector like Kong Qun.

Tang Linlin was very squeamish, and was discharged from the hospital three days later, and is still recuperating at home. Mai Xiaoji's office needs to be cleaned by himself, but if a guest is coming today, he should discuss it with Nangong Yue.

"I'll be a secretary for half a day, and there's someone who wants to sell paintings. Mai Xiaoji asked with a smile.

"How much do you share with me?" Nangong Yue asked rhetorically.

"No, I'm just an intermediary. In this way, 800 labor fees, if sold, will be rewarded with another 1,000. McXiaoji said.

Nangong Yue snorted coldly, crossed her arms, "I'm going to a multimillionaire now, so you will give me a thousand eight hundred?"

Alas, Mai Xiaoji sighed and shook his head, raised his legs and sat on the desk, "This kind of thinking is not right, four million is a lottery, and life has to go on." That is, an hour, which is the same as the fee for your work, and being idle is also idle, don't get along with the money. In addition, to paraphrase your common saying, if you don't do it, others will rush to do it. I'll go next door and borrow someone, and two hundred will do it, and I'm not taking care of you?"

Nangong Yue was amused, if you want to talk about poor mouths, no one can compare to Mai Xiaoji. Or, be his secretary again.

Cleaning, cleaning tea sets, Nangong Yue was busy when she entered the house, Mai Xiaoji was very satisfied with this, Nangong Yue has good advantages and is a down-to-earth person.

After the agreed time had passed five minutes, the seller finally arrived. Medium build, in his early thirties, dressed very ordinarily, with obvious acne marks on his face, he is a man who does not like to talk.

"I'm Mai Xiaoji, what do you call him?" Mai Xiaoji asked politely.

"Sun Jiajun. The man said casually.

"Mr. Sun, please be seated. Secretary, good tea!"

Mai Xiaoji put up the score, but saw Nangong Yue's eyes staring at each other with a scrutinizing expression. Mai Xiaoji didn't think so, the name that this man said was probably fake, and the more so, it meant that he wanted to trade on the spot.

"Now, can you take a look at the paintings?" asked McEch.

"Hmm. ”

Sun Jiajun didn't say much, and slowly unfolded the tightly wrapped New Year's paintings, Mai Xiaoji and Nangong Yue both came over, good paintings! The bottom of the painting is white silk, there are traces of time, the color is old, and it is grayish-white.

The painting has a nice name, called Allure, with a smooth calligraphy font that does not indicate the author and has no seal. Four beauties are depicted on it, all with names, Wang Zhaojun, Zhao Feiyan, Ban Zhao and Luzhu.

The four beauties are lifelike, different in style, colorful and perfectly matched, Mai Xiaoji thought it was good, Nangong Yue also nodded frequently, although it is a copy of the painting, but there must be a manual part, otherwise it would not be so detailed.

But Mai Xiaoji was calm, he had seen Zhao Feiyan, and it didn't look like the painting at all, and asked, "What is the origin of this painting?"

"Ancestral. Sun Jiajun said in an urn voice.

"Do you know who the author is?" asked McEch again.

"My ancestor was the Ming Dynasty painter Sun Long, and this painting was painted by the great painters of his time, and he also participated in the depiction. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and the old people say so. I don't understand, I can't say anything else. ”

Mai Xiaoji nodded, according to Sun Jiajun's meaning, his ancestor was a painter, and he participated in the reproduction of this painting, which shows the preciousness of the original painting.

However, those who sell paintings have stories, just listen to them, you can't take them seriously, the key is to identify them.

"How much do you want to sell?" asked McE.

"Some people estimate that it is worth three million. I was in a hurry to use the money, so I only sold it for a million, a fixed price. Sun Jiajun said.

One million, this is the highest value of McXiaoji's psychological expectations. Of course, the premise is that it is genuine. Mai Xiaoji nodded, "I need to find a friend to identify this painting before I can give you an answer, that is, I have to take a picture." ”

This time, Sun Jiajun did not object, "It should be." ”

Since the other party agreed, Mai Xiaoji took out the Golden Circle mobile phone and took a photo first using the see-through shot, and no mezzanine was found, and the probability of genuine products increased by at least half.

Ten grams of red envelopes opened the way, Mai Xiaoji sent the picture to Li Qingzhao, she first received it in seconds, and then a shy expression, "Brother, the red envelope is too small." ”

"Take a look at this painting first, and when my brother sells it, I'll make it up for you. ”

"It's a word. ”

"Of course. ”

"Genuine. ”

Are you so sure?Mai Xiaoji was a little puzzled, "Girl, take a good look, don't be fooled." ”

"It is indeed genuine, looking at the cloth and silk material and painting skills, it can be compared with ordinary woodcut New Year paintings, such as everyone treasures, or only sold in rich homes. Li Qingzhao sent a line of words.

Good eyesight!

Now it's right, this painting is not only genuine, but also a painter in the Ming Dynasty personally participated in the production, what is it called? Mai Xiaoji didn't remember, anyway, the surname Sun is right.

It is genuine, and it is a collection of the descendants of the maker, and it is well preserved, and one million is not high. Mai Xiaoji spat out bitterly, "Okay, I'll buy it." ”

"Thank you. Sun Jiajun grinned at this time, revealing a mouthful of smoky black teeth.

The payment method is mobile phone transfer, Mai Xiaoji was just about to operate, but Nangong Yue pressed his hand, "Mr. Mai, one million is not a small amount, it's better to find a few more experts to identify, okay?"

Mai Xiaoji was looking for Li Qingzhao, which was also an expert in the appraisal series, and said with a grin: "No need, I have already asked." ”

"Let's ask, if you don't ask Yun Qianxun to make an appraisal certificate, you will change hands and sell it again in the future." Nangong Yue smiled, but secretly pinched Mai Xiaoji.

Mai Xiaoji didn't know what medicine she was selling in her gourd, and then she was pushed to the suite by Nangong Yue, at this time, Nangong Yue turned her back to Sun Jiajun in the outer world, and looked at Mai Xiaoji desperately.

"Does he have a murder weapon?" asked Mai Xiaoji in a low voice.

"No, call quickly!" Nangong Yue urged again.

Well, then ask Yun Chihiro.