"Yuan Ji, called Shi Tao, happened to be called two stones with Shixi monks, his paintings, different periods, very different, masterpieces can be photographed millions, but many early works, the style of painting is immature, the work of practicing the brush, basically has little value. ”

Lin Yang couldn't help but say a few words on the side.

But these few words immediately caused Boss Li to be very unhappy in his heart.

The young man in front of him is full of sarcasm, isn't this clearly scolding himself for his poor vision?

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that my painting is worthless?" said Boss Li in a deep voice.

"The painting in your hand is indeed Shi Tao's authentic work. If it was made by an unknown painter, I am afraid that the price of 350,000 yuan would be slightly higher. ”

Lin Yang replied calmly.

In his opinion, the reason why the paintings of this famous artist are so expensive in the contemporary antique market is not only because of the fame of the ancients. The artistic value of each painting is entirely in the painting, and the value of the artwork itself is very high, rather than just relying on the luck bonus brought by those big people.

"You ......" Boss Li's face darkened.

"Let's take a look at the painting that this little brother brought. ”

The third uncle saw that there was some smell of gunpowder on the scene, and hurriedly said.

Boss Li's painting is not amazing, at this moment, everyone has no expectations for the painting brought by Lin Yang.

"I'm afraid this little brother's painting is just an ordinary one of the remnant paintings. ”

"Well, those masterpieces are so easy to obtain. ”

"I see. It's not certain whether the painting in this guy's hand is real or fake. ”

Xu Guoliang slowly unfolded the painting brought by Lin Yang.

In the midst of doubt, the painting gradually revealed its true face.

"It's definitely fake. With this kid, does he have the money to buy the real thing?" Boss Li dismissed.

But when the painting was opened, everyone was shocked.

Because the overall appearance of the painting is indeed very atmospheric, and the structure is staggered, which makes people feel a style of landscape painting.

Boss Li's painting is next to it, and when the two are compared, which is better and which is inferior, it will be clear in an instant.

"Rain washes the mountain root map!"

When the third uncle saw the painting, he opened his mouth and cried out.

"How is that possible? I heard that this painting was burned down when the Eight-Nation Coalition Army marched into the city of Beijing. ”

Among them, there is a connoisseur who specializes in the study of stump paintings.

At this time, Lin Yang gave a reasonable explanation.

"If I'm guessing correctly, the destroyed one would have been a copy. ”

"There is no evidence, nonsense, why don't you say that the one that was burned is the real thing, and you are an imitation painting?"

Boss Li looked very dissatisfied.

At this moment, in his eyes, Lin Yang was like an enemy, directly stealing his limelight.

"It's not true, I said it, you naturally don't believe it, this ...... You can ask Mr. Xu. ”

Lin Yang understands that no matter what he says, some people will say that you are a princess selling melons and boasting about yourself. Now, only if Xu Lao says that this painting is real, it is true.

Xu Laoxian looked at it from a distance for a moment, and then took a magnifying glass to look at it carefully, every line was enlarged a lot, it looked more agile, and it seemed to be alive in an instant.

At this moment, the remnant monk is in front of him, holding an ink pen, facing the mountain scenery, swinging the ink freely, and being content.

This kind of artistic conception is like substituting people around an unknown hill hundreds of years ago.

"This painting, this painting ......" Xu Lao suddenly became excited.

"Old Xu, what's wrong with the painting? Is it Mr. Shixi's genuine handiwork?" The third uncle raised his head, waiting for Old Xu to tell the final appraisal results.

"It's a good product, it's a peerless painting. Sure enough, there seems to be no difference between the real and the fake, but in fact, in terms of artistic conception, there is a world of difference. ”

Xu Lao sighed.

The portrait comes alive before his eyes, and he is able to create a dialogue with his connoisseurs.

At this moment, Lin Yang couldn't help but tremble in his heart. The afterglow on the edge of the painting, the whirling cyclone on it, must be the soul of the painting.

Where the soul is, where the national fortune is.

The majestic China, all the soul of the country, is hidden in these antique calligraphy and paintings.

Lin Yang was looking at these antiques at the moment, and he got a new understanding, maybe there were more secrets waiting for him to dig out.

"What does Elder Xu mean ......," the third uncle asked.

"This painting is one of the representative masterpieces of the remnants, the rain washes the root of the mountain!"

Everyone was shocked when this remark came out!

Originally, everyone couldn't see the reason for this painting at all, but Xu Lao's words seemed to have gilded this painting, which suddenly made everyone's eyes shine.

"Really? This kid really has a crippled masterpiece. ”

"Old Xu's identification, that can still be fake. ”

"yes, this painting looks like a masterpiece, it's wonderful!"

After Xu Lao finished speaking, everyone began to praise.

At this time, Boss Li's face seemed to be painted with black lines, his neck was red and white for a while, his hands were at a loss, and he didn't know where to put them.

What he wanted to do most now was to take his worthless painting off the table.

But soon something was about to happen that made him vomit blood.

"Little friend, can you tell me where you got this painting from?"

Xu Lao was full of curiosity about the origin of this painting.

Because 30 years ago, many famous paintings were torn up in a certain movement, and there are very few masterpieces that can be left, and the crippled famous paintings, generally as long as people who know a little bit of the trade, will not look away.

Lin Yang said lightly.

"This is a leak that I picked up for 10,000 yuan, and the specific origin should be from a used bookstore. ”

10,000 leaks!

Even Xu Lao is not calm now.

"Do you know how much this painting is worth now?"

"Two hundred thousand is there. Lin Yang guaranteed a price.

"Xiaoyou is afraid that what he said is a little low, if this painting is placed in the auction house, 200,000 yuan is just a reserve price, if it goes higher, the price of 300,000, 400,000, or even 500,000 is not high. ”

Xu Lao was directly able to estimate the price at 500,000, which was twice as much as the price information that Lin Yang touched.

The original value of this painting may only be about 250,000 yuan, but when you meet a rich person who really likes to be disabled, it is normal to ask for 500,000 yuan.

500,000!

Boss Li was beside him, and his whole face was distorted with anger.

He spent 300,000 yuan on a painting, but it was only worth 50,000 yuan. But the painting that this kid bought for 10,000 yuan can be sold for 500,000 yuan.

"Mr. Xu, your valuation is a little inflated. I think this crippled painting is worth 300,000 yuan, how can it be sold for 500,000 yuan?"

In order to save some face, Boss Li still said something.

"500,000 yuan, if anyone pays this price today, the crippled painting will belong to him. ”

Lin Yang did not panic, but sold the painting in his hand on the spot.

"Hehe, do you think that if you offer this price, someone will really buy it?"

Boss Li couldn't help but sneer, but as soon as the words fell, a deep voice came from the small room.

"Little brother, this rain washes the root map of the mountain, I will buy it for 500,000!"

Just when everyone was wondering who had such great courage, another voice came.

"Zhang Laosan, you old guy, you are really a thief!" said this old friend of the third uncle.

The person who just said that he wanted to buy a painting was Uncle Zhang, the owner of Cuiwei Pavilion.

At this time, his face was slightly gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Yuanchao, is it possible that you still want to rob me?"

"I knew that you favored the monks of the Qing Dynasty, how dare I rob you. ”

After listening to this old friend, the third uncle breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Boss Li was sweating profusely on his forehead and couldn't say a word.

Lin Yang saw that the third uncle of Cuiwei Pavilion wanted to buy a painting, and immediately said.

"Boss Zhang, my words remain the same, 500,000 transactions, the painting belongs to you. ”

"Little friend, I'll arrange for someone to withdraw money for you. Let's talk about it, this painting belongs to me, and you can't increase the price any more. ”

The third uncle seemed to have picked up a treasure, and his face was full of a smile of victory.