On January 31, Zhao Ran received a phone call, the content of which surprised him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Coach, is it really fake? Time Magazine wants to interview me? Zhao Ran asked in surprise.

Time Magazine, whose registered trademark is capitalized time, is also translated as "Time", "Time Magazine", etc.

Founded in 1923 in the United States, it has developed into one of the most representative and influential contemporary publications, with four editions, including the American edition, the European edition, the Asian edition, and the South Pacific edition.

And the most influential is the American edition of "Time", once won the cover of the American edition of "Time" well-known Chinese figures He Zhenliang, Grandpa Mao, Grandpa Deng, Li Ka-shing, Yang Zhenning, Jacky Cheung, etc., are all influential figures.

Is it because of the joy of approaching the New Year?

"But how did they get to you, coach?"

Zhou Guandao: "Are you embarrassed to ask?" You don't want to think about how many people on your mobile phone know, they really have no choice but to call the State Sports General Administration, and then transfer to me. ”

Zhou Guan couldn't cry or laugh a little when he mentioned this, people can't contact you if they have a good thing!

"Uh...... Ahem. Zhao Ran thought about it carefully, it was true that no one knew his mobile phone number, and he did not have a management team, which was indeed a little embarrassing sometimes.

Zhao Ran asked, "Then when are they going to interview me?" ”

"They'll start arranging it when you're sure."

"What about the location of the interview? Coach, you also know that the Spring Festival is coming, and I don't really want to fly to the United States. ”

"You don't have to worry about that, they'll fly over."

"That's a good thing, then let them come, it just so happens that I don't have anything to do during this time."

"Xiao Zhao, I think you need an agent, otherwise it will be very troublesome for others to find you."

"Let's talk about this matter in a few years, how can I have time to deal with this matter now."

"Arrange it yourself, I'll help you get back to them."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Ran fell into a deep silence, he was thinking, how much merit and faith can an American edition of Time Magazine bring to himself?

"Alas, I haven't seen a little movement after swallowing so many eyebrows, when will this be repaired......"

A little depressed and complained for a while, thinking that there was nothing wrong, he planned to go to Uncle Fang, this antique shop has hardly been taken care of since it was lost to Uncle Fang, and his first shop was almost forgotten by him.

Get out by car!

……

"If you think about it, it doesn't seem to take much time, how can you come here and revisit your old place......"

Zhao Ran stood on the Lychee Bay Antique Street, remembering that he had worked hard here, looking at the familiar roads, familiar buildings, and the breakfast shop he once loved was still open.

Standing at the door of the "Gu Ranju" store, Zhao Ran looked inside for a while.

Uncle Fang and Liu Lao didn't know where they were, and there were only three or two guys in the store.

"This is the authentic handiwork of Tang Bohu and Li Duanduantu, which was passed down from my ancestors, can you accept it here?" A voice sounded from the counter, and Zhao Ran heard it clearly.

There was an old man standing in front of the counter, a painting was placed on the counter, and behind the counter was an appraiser, because Uncle Fang and Liu Lao had not yet come, so this matter fell on him.

Li Duantuantu? This is fresh, Zhao Ran couldn't help but look at it.

It's okay not to look at it, but Zhao Ran has a feeling of ridicule at a glance.

First of all, regardless of the artistry, judging from the texture of the paper alone, he can conclude that this painting is definitely a fake!

Tang Bohu, born in the sixth year of Chenghua in the Ming Dynasty, died in the second year of Jiajing, and has a history of 5 or 6 hundred years.

But the paper used in the picture of Li Duanduan in front of him is obviously modern rice paper, although it uses some old methods, but this can't escape Zhao Ran's eyes.

Look at the painting above,

Tang Yin's early paintings, "Far Attack on Li Tang" and "Close Crossing Shen Zhou".

In the early days, Shen Zhou, the founder of the Wumen painting school, was a teacher, Shen Zhou and Zhou Chen were famous painters in Suzhou at that time, Shen took the Yuan people painting as the sect, and Zhou took the Southern Song Dynasty painting as the teacher, which was the two major painting schools in the Ming Dynasty.

Tang Yin was also his director, and in the Southern Song Dynasty style, he integrated the Yuan people's brushwork, and made rapid progress for a while, so that he surpassed his teacher Zhou Chen, and his reputation was greatly enhanced. Tang Yin's most and most accomplished paintings are landscape paintings.

Tang Yin's footprints are all over the famous rivers and mountains, and his chest is full of thousands of mountains and ravines, which makes his poems and paintings have a majestic atmosphere that Wu poetry and painters do not have, and turns the rich into chic.

Most of his landscape paintings depict majestic and steep mountains, pavilions and bridges, beautiful scenery of rivers and mountains at four o'clock, and some depict pavilions and gardens, and the leisure life of literati.

Landscape figure painting, large and magnificent, small clear and chic, the subject matter can be described as rich and diverse.

Looking back at the painting on the counter, the figure is embarrassed, the painting is intermittent, and the discerning person knows that it is a fake at a glance, and he does not know what kind of mentality the old man holds, and he dares to bring this painting here to sell.

"And how much are you going to sell for this painting?" The appraiser asked with a smile.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stretched out a finger.

"Ten thousand?"

"How can it, this is my true work of Tang Bohu...... 1...1 million, it can't be lower! ”

"Hahaha......" The appraiser couldn't help it, he covered his stomach and laughed, how could there be such a strange person, are they really blind when the appraisers in the antique shop are blind?

The old man asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Old man, for the sake of you making me so happy, I will give you 500 yuan for your words, and you don't have to be embarrassed everywhere." After the appraiser had laughed enough, he said with a smile.

“500？ No, no, no! 500 is too little, do you think I'll give you a zero, how about 100,000? ”

The appraiser shook his head and said: "Old man, it's not me who hits you, your words are worthless modern handicrafts at all, it's not good that it's still printed by the machine, I still like your painting scroll for 500 yuan, otherwise I won't be happy to give it up for 500 yuan!" ”

“500…… 500 is too little, I spent 5000 when I received it...... Forehead. ”

It's good now, the old man exposed his bottom, and his feelings are that he still wants to use this painting to trick people after being beaten, but he doesn't want to think about it, can a person who can be an appraiser in an antique shop, is it so easy to fool? Especially with such a flawed painting!

"If you get it, it's 500 yuan, do you like to sell it or not, I am the appraiser of this store, this store is for me to eat and drink, and I am also responsible for the owner of the shop, I can't win any sympathy here!" The appraiser is the color road.

Zhao Ran glanced at him in surprise, Uncle Fang and Liu Lao have a good eye, this appraiser is very suitable for Zhao Ran's appetite and has a future.

He was now wearing a black coat that wrapped himself tightly, and he also wore large sunglasses and a mask on his face, which was impossible for him to put on a show unless the appraiser could also see through the eyes.

Zhao Ran walked forward slowly.

"Hello, do you need anything?" The appraiser saw that a guest came to the door and said politely.

"It's okay, I'll take a look." Zhao Ran replied casually, and then asked the old man, "Can I take a look at your painting?" ”

"Uh...... Yes, just look at it. ”

The old man is a little lost, he is already old, and he usually likes to tinker with these antiques or something, but he is helplessly old, and he is not taught by a master, and he usually lacks spirit after reading for a while.

Zhao Ran held the scroll in his hand and thought for a while.

"Hmm...... The material of this painting shaft should be the small leaf red sandalwood, the carving is good, and the year should be 200 years old...... Old man, do you sell this painting? I can collect it for 10,000 yuan. ”

Zhao Ran watched it carefully and opened the Soul Eye to check it, which was similar to what he said, and then opened the Perspective Eye, but this look made his eyes shake quickly, and he recovered after a few seconds, holding back the ecstasy in his heart, and gave the price.

"10,000? Are you serious? The old man asked in surprise.

"Rosewood? Let me see...... Well, tsk, I didn't think that this painting really hides treasures, I can be regarded as looking away, this gentleman, admire and admire. ”

When the appraiser heard him say this, he couldn't help but pick up a magnifying glass and look at the scroll carefully, and after a while, his eyes were full of appreciation when he looked at Zhao Ran.

"Where, I usually have more contact, old man, is this painting sold for 10,000 yuan?" Zhao Ran asked again.

“…… Sold! The old man gritted his teeth and decided to sell it, if he went to other stores, he might not be able to sell it for 10,000 yuan.

"We eat and drink at public expense like this, if Xiao Zhao knows, will he scold us?"

"Whatever, that stinky boy left the store and left it alone, I can't enjoy it yet?"

The two figures walked in from the door of the store talking and laughing, and they looked like they had just finished eating.

"Okay Lao Liu, isn't it just a few hundred yuan of morning tea, why didn't I see you chattering so much when I just ate it......"

"Cut, be careful, I'll tell Xiao Zhao when the time comes, and then I'll quit you!"

"He dares!"

Zhao Ran looked at Uncle Fang and Liu Lao, who were already over 100 years old, and felt a little funny, the two of them were getting younger and younger.

"You said that Xiao Zhao's stinky boy is really, he has been back to Guangzhou for so long, and he doesn't even know how to come and have a look, he shouldn't forget that there is another shop here, right?"

"He should be busy, but I never thought that this kid would actually play sports, and his grades are really good."

"When the Olympics start, I'm going to go to Rio, and then I'm going to close the shop so that kid doesn't come back."

“……”

Zhao Ran was a little embarrassed, it hadn't been long since he came back last time and counted carefully......

"Uncle Fang, Old Liu, are you counting me like this......" Zhao Ran took off his glasses and mask, and said helplessly.

"You...... Why did you kid come here? I'll go, you just heard the conversation between the two of us? Uncle Fang covered his forehead, and Old Liu twisted his head to the other side.

"Yes, if you want to go to Rio, you can just go with me." Zhao Ran teased the two.

"Ahem......" Uncle Fang coughed awkwardly.

"By the way, I took this painting, wait for this ...... Appraiser Zhang, you ask the accountant to take 10,000 yuan to him. Zhao Ran glanced at the sign on the appraiser's chest, and then ordered.

"Uh...... Okay, okay. Appraiser Zhang replied respectfully, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at Zhao Ran, is this his real boss? This is a legend, and his identification ability is also very strong, he once heard that his boss is a family that relies on antiques, and when he sees it today, it seems that the rumors are true. (To be continued.) )