Chapter 60 is actually quite good

may have something to do with the hospitable customs of the north, Zheng Jingjing and Mo Ke became acquainted with the owner of the gold shop after a while, and after listening to the boss's experience, they expressed deep sympathy and comfort. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The owner of the gold shop said that the meeting was fate, and the beggar who Wang Yao scolded just now was speechless, which could be regarded as helping him out of his bad breath, and he had to give three small gifts.

This is a gold store, the cheapest one hundred and eighty yuan in it, Mo Ke also joked with a smile Wang Yao, you can make money by going out and relying on your mouth.

"Which one do you think is good-looking?" Although the owner of the gold shop said that he could choose casually, Zheng Jingjing and Mo Ke were not nonsense people, and it was impossible to take away the diamond rings worth tens of thousands of yuan, and only picked the cheapest earrings.

There are hundreds of kinds of earrings, which makes Zheng Jingjing's already clear eyes shine even more.

"Huh?" Wang Yao, who was peeking at Zheng Jingjing, blushed, coughed lightly and said, "This, I don't know, you can just like it." ”

Zheng Jingjing tilted her head, glanced at Wang Yao lightly, and shook her head to choose herself.

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, obviously feeling that Zheng Jingjing seemed to be angry, and returned to the rest area with his head full of doubts, wondering why Zheng Jingjing was angry again.

"Young man, you can't do this. The owner of the gold shop said with a smile as he sipped his tea.

"Huh?" Wang Yao looked at the gold shop owner suspiciously.

"The little girl asked what you mean, obviously she wants you to help pick one, this little cat is tired, I, the old man, can see it, you still don't understand?" The gold shop owner squeezed his eyes at Wang Yao.

Seeing the gold shop owner flattering him with a fat face, Wang Yao had a chill, smiled dryly and drank water without speaking, his eyes looked around the gold shop, and suddenly a calligraphy and painting attracted his attention.

Wang Yao got up and walked towards the calligraphy and painting to observe carefully, it was a pair of ink bamboo, although there were only three, but the whole painting was not empty at all, and there was an inscription at the bottom left of the picture: "Yangzhou fresh san fish, rotten spring breeze in early March." The kitchen was paid to rest and cut off, and Qingguang left this book to take care of the book. Banqiao Zheng Xie's painting and inscription. ”

"The young man still knows how to draw?" The owner of the gold shop also followed, looking at Wang Yao with a fascinate look, and asked in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yao looked not very old, and he was still a little elegant person.

Wang Yao's inky black eyes stared at the painting framed in the glass frame, his eyes were like torches, and finally he shook his head slightly, "I just think it's good." ”

"Don't be modest, people who don't know how to draw can't see the way. The gold shop owner smiled, "Although it is a fake, it is also a rare object." ”

"Fake?" Wang Yao was stunned, and took a closer look.

"Ordinary people can't see it, this is a copy of the master's work, and Zheng Banqiao is of the same age, specifically copying his works to sell on the street for money, my ancestors bought a lot, but the one that has been preserved is this one, which can be regarded as an ornament. The gold shop owner smiled.

"It's so well drawn. Wang Yao sighed, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the painting, but he could only touch the glass frame.

"Wait. The owner of the gold shop looked at Wang Yao's favorite appearance, occupied the painting, and took down the glass frame.

Wang Yao rubbed his hands and finally gently twisted the scroll, raising his eyebrows.

'Ding, the host discovers the famous painting "Clear Bamboo Picture", triggers the task, basic information of Chinese painting (1/100)'

Wang Yao came back to his senses, it has been so long, and he finally has another task, but at the same time, it also proves that this painting should be genuine, Wang Yao feels that this kind of cultural relics cannot be dusted here, and said seriously to the owner of the gold shop, "Boss, this painting may not be a fake, you can find an expert to identify it, I think it is very likely to be Zheng Banqiao's "Clear Bamboo Picture." ”

Looking at Wang Yao's serious little face, the owner of the gold shop smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "The little brother's eyes are indeed not enough, and his knowledge is enough, this is "Qingzhu Tu", that's right." ”

Wang Yao nodded.

"But it's really a fake, there is such a treasure, do you think I don't pay attention to it, will let it swagger outside?" The owner of the gold shop smiled, "I have already found an expert to identify it, it is a fake, and it has no value." ”

"How come, have you run a few more?" Wang Yao was a little anxious.

"It costs money to identify this thing. The owner of the gold shop smiled, "That group of experts is very dark, I was looking for the most famous appraisal association in the capital, I can't go wrong, it cost me a few thousand, but people say that this painting is good to copy, and it is still okay to fool the layman with a scene." ”

Wang Yao scratched his head: "I think you should find another one." ”

"Little brother likes this painting?" the gold shop owner looked at Wang Yao's appearance and smiled.

Wang Yao nodded, "I think it's likely to be genuine, in case it is, it will be dusty." ”

"Then I'll give it to you. With a wave of his cool hand, the boss rolled up the scroll and tied it and handed it to Wang Yao.

Wang Yaoleng paused, then hurriedly waved his hand and explained, "That's not what I meant. ”

"I know that the little brother is a person who loves to paint, although you are not very old, but from the way you talk and behave, the little brother should have an extraordinary family background and a lot of knowledge, and there is a very important point. The gold shop owner smiled and said, "You are a good boy." ”

Wang Yao was praised for the first time and was a little embarrassed.

"Regardless of the authenticity of this painting, since you can feel that it is real, but you told me that you didn't buy it with a little trick or anything else, it means that the little brother is an honest person. The gold shop owner smiled and said, "Manly man, you are sitting upright, I appreciate you." ”

Wang Yao smiled shyly, and the owner of the gold shop stuffed the painting into Wang Yao's arms, "It seems that our two fathers are really fateful, little brother, your surname?"

"Don't give your surname Wang, Wang Yao. Wang Yao held the painting and said, "I really can't ask for this painting." ”

"Wang Yao, a good name, the name will go to the open. The owner of the gold shop nodded with a smile and took out a business card from his pocket, "In this way, since you think it is true, you can deal with it, if it is really true, you will return it to me, my surname is Hu, and my single name is a Wen." ”

Wang Yao held the painting, hesitated for a while, and took the business card, "If there is news, I will call you." ”

"Little brother is very interested in Zheng Banqiao's paintings?" Hu Wen led Wang Luo back to the rest area, drinking tea and chatting.

"I just think it's good, and I've read a lot of painting knowledge in books, so I know a little bit about it. Wang Yao replied.

"I used to like to draw, but when I'm older, I don't have the heart to think about it. Hu Wen smiled.

"Painting is self-cultivation and convenient. Wang Yao said.

"When I was young, I was busy wandering, and then I took over the gold shop and had a family, and I didn't have much thought about it, but if the property was sold, maybe painting would be a good pastime. Hu Wen smiled, "When the little brother has a chance to come again, call me, let's study and study it." ”

"It's a pity that the ancestor's shop is sold. Wang Yao pursed his lips, and finally said it, he didn't say it before, because he was not familiar, but now he feels that this uncle is a good person, Wang Yao wants to persuade him.

"Of course it's a pity. Hu Wen sighed, "But there is no way, if you don't leave, you can only close the door." ”

"Can't you rent it out?" asked Wang Yao.

"Who dares to rent?" Hu Wen sneered, "You are young and don't understand the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes, since someone has made such a big effort to deal with me, it means that it is imperative to get my house." ”

Wang Yao touched his nose and nodded.

"Don't talk about that, what kind of drama did the little brother learn?" Hu Wen waved his hand and asked with a smile.

"Yue Opera, have you heard of it?" Wang Yao replied.

"Yue Opera?" Hu Wen frowned slightly and thought for a moment, "I've heard of it, it's quite popular in the south." ”

"Not anymore. Wang Yao smiled.

"Well, Beijing and Jinmen are both prosperous places of opera and quyi, and it has not been good recently, I remember when I was a child, there was a Peking Opera troupe on this street, it was very popular, it was full at the beginning, and then it was disbanded, and now I can occasionally see some theater advertisements on the local station, but unfortunately we are not ticket holders, and we don't go to see it. Hu Wen smiled.

"Now there are fewer people listening. Wang Yao nodded.

"It can't be helped, the times are advancing, there will always be something that will be eliminated, now pop songs, and what kind of rock, listen to it very manic, but young people like it, and the first radio broadcast is also these. Hu Wen said with a smile.

"Actually, the opera is quite good. Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth.