No matter what the boss has in mind, he doesn't know what he says, and he just stretches out his fingers, which is a bit of a bully for the layman. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you are an insider, you can see things accurately, and you can count them by looking at the outstretched fingers, but the layman must not count, and it is easy to say that you are wrong and embarrassed.

However, Sun Zhongyuan knew that the boss stretched out three fingers, specifying that he did not come to Gaoli, that is, the price of three hundred.

However, the middle-aged man who sent the painting said, "Can you give 3,000?"

In fact, don't look at the remnants of this painting, whether it is a painting from the Ming Dynasty or the original old mounting, it can be worth thousands of dollars.

"You're kidding, I'll just take it, and it will cost a lot of money to make it later!" The shopkeeper stopped being verbose, "Three hundred, don't make a counteroffer." ”

As soon as he said this, Sun Zhongyuan understood that the owner of the shop wanted to make up for this painting and then sell it as a complete product!

The brushwork of this painting, Sun Zhongyuan thinks, is a bit like Qiu Ying, one of the four families of the Ming Dynasty, Qiu Ying's style is not difficult to find, and the calligraphy is not difficult to imitate. If this is really out of the way, it will make a lot of money.

The middle-aged man was a little reluctant, he came to the glass factory, he must have wanted to sell more.

After hesitating for a while, he put away the painting, and when he wrapped the newspaper, the shopkeeper said in a non-yin and non-yang manner, "It's not that I'm arrogant, if you go out of my shop, no other store will accept your paintings." Or you go to that time-honored big store, but the big store doesn't accept this kind of goods at all!"

The shopkeeper is not too exaggerated, and there are people watching between the shops. Deliver something, come out of a store, and then enter the second store, the owner knows that this is a price that has not been negotiated, and the second store may not necessarily not accept it, but it is likely to continue to reduce the price, not high.

Nowadays, three hundred yuan may not be enough for a family to go to the restaurant, and middle-aged people are really unwilling.

Sun Zhongyuan couldn't help coughing at this time, "Boss, are these things in your store?"

"This gentleman has high eyesight, it seems that he is looking for good things, I don't know what the specific situation is?" The shopkeeper immediately intervened and put the middle-aged man aside.

"I just looked at this painting, and it really has a bit of Qiu Ying's brushwork, I don't know if there are works by the Ming Four in your store?" Sun Zhongyuan said with a smile.

The shopkeeper's face suddenly changed color, "I can't see it, I'm young, but my heart is quite big!"

When he said this, it was not because Sun Zhongyuan opened his mouth that he was in such a big breath as the Ming Sijia, but because Sun Zhongyuan secretly broke his mind of wanting to make up for the old money! At the same time, he gave the middle-aged man a reminder: Although your painting is broken, it is not worth 3,500.

Sure enough, when the middle-aged man heard this, he sped up and wrapped the painting in newspaper, "Boss, you have a business, so you should be busy first." ”

"If you don't have it here, I'll leave first. Sun Zhongyuan smiled slightly and turned around.

Originally, Sun Zhongyuan was not nosy, but the boss talked about other stores that would not accept other people's paintings, which made him a little disgusted, and he became a nest of black antiques together?!

However, Sun Zhongyuan said without a trace, and the shopkeeper was not easy to attack, he glared at Sun Zhongyuan, and then said to the middle-aged man, "That's it, it's not easy for you to run, I'll double it, six hundred harvests, six six major shuns, how about it?"

Sun Zhongyuan shook his head lightly and walked out of the storefront. The middle-aged man looked at Sun Zhongyuan's back as he walked to the door, clamped the painting, "Let's talk about it!" didn't agree, and followed Sun Zhongyuan out of the store.

The door squeaked shut, and the shopkeeper slapped the counter in anger, "Where did you come from?"

The young man stepped forward, "Boss, do you want to ask Brother Biao to teach him a lesson?"

"Forget it! Let that product work, it will cost a lot of money, don't look for him if it's not a big deal! We don't have anything to lose, and this painting may not be out if it is done!" The shopkeeper waved his hand and lit a cigarette with his breath.

Sun Zhongyuan didn't take the shopkeeper seriously at all, and went out to continue shopping.

"Little brother, wait for me. As a result, the middle-aged man followed.

"What?" Sun Zhongyuan stopped and looked at him.

The middle-aged man pulled him to a secluded place, "Thank you, little brother, can you accept this painting? If you accept it, just make up a whole number and give it to a thousand!"

Sun Zhongyuan smiled, "This painting is indeed an old thing, but it is too badly damaged, and the most important thing is that there is no money, and it is useless for me to accept it." ”

The middle-aged man looked embarrassed, "Alas!"

Sun Zhongyuan thought for a while, "You, in this way, find a shop, let people pick up this painting, make up for the missing places, and don't deliberately add money, isn't it good to hang it at home." I heard you say that it is still handed down from your ancestors, so I will keep a memory!"

"I understand this, I don't really lack money, can I be a little bit. The middle-aged man said, "The shopkeeper's heart was too dark just now, so I'll sell it a little higher." ”

Sun Zhongyuan really didn't want it. This painting is different from Lan Ying's, that painting still has a "Dongguo Old Peasant" paragraph, and it is on silk. This painting, although you can see the treasure light, is a painting of the Ming Dynasty, but collect it, if you miss something, let's turn it over, unless you are like a shopkeeper.

Seeing Sun Zhongyuan's embarrassed appearance, the middle-aged man suddenly gritted his teeth, "Little brother, I see that you are a decent person, so, in fact, I still have an old thing at home, but I like it myself, and I am not willing to sell it." If you're interested, I'll show you!"

"Oh, is it calligraphy and painting?"

"It's not. So, you can take a look with me! Buy it or not, help me palm my eyes!"

When Sun Zhongyuan heard this, he smiled dumbly, this middle-aged man is not a person in the industry, and this is a little cute. With Sun Zhongyuan's eyesight, even Qi Canghai said that the palm eye should give a benefit of one percent. How can you just help someone to palm their eyes?

If this is a good thing, the cost of a master's palm, it is not an ordinary price!

Moreover, you still want me to buy it, I want to see it is very valuable, can you tell you that it is very valuable, and cause trouble for yourself?

The middle-aged man's eyes were a little eager, he seemed to regard Sun Zhongyuan, who he met temporarily, as a lifesaver, Sun Zhongyuan had compassion, "Okay, I'll take a look." "I thought, let's see, and then I'll be able to adapt to the situation.

Sun Zhongyuan and the middle-aged man walked out of the street, and the middle-aged man said that it was only two stops away and that he wanted to take the bus, Sun Zhongyuan stretched out his hand and took a taxi, "Let's go, hurry up like this." ”

The middle-aged man told Sun Zhongyuan that his surname was Lu, and Sun Zhongyuan followed and called Brother Lu, and the middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hand and asked Sun Zhongyuan to call him "Old Lu".

Lao Lu's family lives in a courtyard house in an alley, but this courtyard house is shared by four families, and Lao Lu lives in two of the main houses.

Entering Lao Lu's house, Sun Zhongyuan saw a group photo of a family of three on the wall. "My wife got sick last year and died, and my children are in junior high school and are not at home. Lao Lu said, asked Sun Zhongyuan to sit down, poured a glass of water, and then walked into the back room and took out a box.

Sun Zhongyuan's eyes were condensed, this box was of old mahogany, with a heavy pulp and a shiny luster.