Most of the people in these two floors are old people, some are about 60 years old, and only a small number of them look like they are forty or fifty years old.

That is to say, after the waiter's shout, everyone's eyes fell, and everyone looked at them sharply, which felt like they were looking at monsters, even if Lotte and Zeng Wenwen's minds were good, it was difficult to accept them.

He Zeng gently walked into the venue on the second floor, found an empty seat and sat down, and the eyes of the group shifted one by one, resuming their previous chatting state.

Looking around, the second floor is very large, the people gathered at each table are different, some gather a lot of people, and some people sit alone like Lotte, in a remote corner, Lotte saw Uncle Li Liuzhi who closed his eyes and recuperated.

Zeng Wenrou also saw the master, lowered his head and leaned close to Lotte's ear and asked, "Do you want to go over to the master's side?" ”

"Don't." Lotte replied softly.

After Boss Song greeted a few people, he sat down and said to Lotte:

"You sit down for a while, and I'll go over there and find someone with weight to talk to."

Lotte nodded in agreement, and Boss Song walked towards the table with many people, and the entire second floor, there were the most people around the table, and he spoke loudly, as if there was some dispute.

Zeng Wenrou was very curious, and kept paying attention to the conversation over there, Boss Song went for a long time and didn't come back, Zeng Wenrou was a little anxious, and whispered:

"It seems that there is a person over there who sells things again, but the two sides have a dispute over the price, I can go and see."

"Go ahead."

With Lotte's permission, Zeng gently and excitedly went over to see the excitement, and Lotte hurriedly put the wooden box on the table and began to observe everyone on this floor.

To be honest, Lotte is still very accurate in observing people, and the older people here look very majestic, and each one of them does not look like ordinary people, even if they are middle-aged, they all have their own pride and wisdom.

The ghost market is worthy of being a ghost market, and the people who can appear here are not built, and Lotte guesses that these people are not experts and professors in the antique industry, or the owners of the antique business community, and everyone's dress is not ordinary people.

In addition, in addition to the buyers in this teahouse, most of the conversation is also related to the transaction, Lotte paid a little attention to it, there are those who sell jadeite rough stones, some sell antique jewelry, and there are more than 10 sellers after careful calculation.

Just as Lotte was thinking, Zeng gently came back and sat down and said:

"It's really interesting, there is a person over there who sells paintings, I heard that it is a genuine work of the Song Dynasty, but this painter is not famous, there is a boss who wants 800,000 to buy, and the seller says that he will sell 1.5 million yuan, and a group of experts say that this painting is really not worth the price, and I heard that it has been a stalemate for more than 1 hour."

Lotte became interested when he heard it, "The painting of the Song Dynasty, let's go, go and see." ”

I put the wooden box in my pocket and leaned towards the crowded place, but before I got there, I heard the noise of both sides.

"Xiao Wei, let's be honest with you, if it weren't for your father's serious illness and need money, I wouldn't give you 80 numbers."

"No, no, no, my father said that this painting will never be sold if it is only 150 pieces, if he knows that I sell 80 pieces, I guess he will be angry."

"Alas, Wei family boy, you! You can keep this painting. An old man turned around and left.

Seeing the situation, Lotte inserted into the crowd, and there was a Chinese painting on the table, the content of the painting is, the landscape splashing ink, the scenery of boats, cars and rivers, the style of painting belongs to folk customs painting, and there is a bit of charm of landscape painting.

However, if you look closely, although the details of the characters in this painting are delicate, they lack a sense of grandeur, a bit like the folk style of New Year paintings.

The calligraphy and painting of the Song Dynasty did not have a seal, and there was no pulling, and the style of pen and ink did not seem to be from the hands of the famous artists of the Song Dynasty.

However, after Lotte identified it in detail, he suddenly found a big harvest on this painting, perhaps, it is for this reason that the seller only set a price of 1.5 million.

Lotte held his cheeks and thought for a long time, if the guess is correct, if this painting is really from this person, it is estimated that 1.5 million is still cheap.

"Forget it, I'm not selling." The seller really couldn't resist these people, so he turned his head angrily and began to collect the painting, but when he turned his head, he saw Lotte, and subconsciously stopped his movements and blurted out:

"Alas, isn't this Dr. Li, how do you know antique calligraphy and painting?"

Lotte was stunned when he heard this, and looked up at the seller who spoke, he hadn't looked at him carefully before, and he really felt familiar at this look, but he couldn't remember who he was.

The seller hurriedly stretched out his hand and said:

"I am Wei Yufei's eldest son, and I am the family member of the diabetic patient you rescued the day before yesterday."

"Oh!" Lotte remembered that a few days ago, he stuffed a red envelope into his pocket.

Hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook it with him, "I didn't expect it to be you." ”

"Yes, I didn't expect to see you, it's not that my father is seriously ill, and the family is in urgent need of money, isn't this ...... Hey, there's no one here who understands. ”

As soon as the seller said this, the old man on the side immediately stopped doing it, and said with a mockery on the side:

"Boy of the Wei family, what you said is this, I have known your father for a long time, can I lie to you? Besides, I am also a master of calligraphy and painting in the capital realm, I have read countless paintings over the years, what is the value of your paintings, no one present can see. ”

"Old Cao, forget it, my fault, can't I say it wrong? I'm not selling this painting. The seller admitted it, but he still stubbornly put away the scroll and wanted to leave.

Seeing this, Lotte grabbed the seller's arm, "Don't worry, can you let me see it again?" ”

"Dr. Lee...... Okay, it's going to be sold anyway, so you can take a few more looks, and if you know the goods, give me a long look. ”

As soon as these words came out, a group of people all dispersed disdainfully, and Cao Lao, who claimed to be a master just now, muttered disdainfully, "A young man, what calligraphy and painting do you know, disperse." ”

Lotte frowned slightly, then let go of his voice and said, "Everyone, I think that this calligraphy and painting is really cheap for 150 numbers, if I sell 1500 numbers." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was stunned, and even Li Liuzhi, who was recuperating in the corner, trembled slightly, and then opened his eyes.

The eyes of the entire people on the second floor gathered here, and it took them a long time to react, and one by one they no longer carried them in their seats, and they all gathered.

Cao Lao, who had just spoken, walked back and sat on the chair, and said solemnly:

"Boy, do you know what this place is, do you know what happened to you?"

Boss Song was also in a cold sweat, and secretly pulled the corner of Lotte and said: "Don't talk nonsense, it's a bad rule to raise the bar here." ”

That's right, the black market has the rules of the black market, and the ghost market has the rules of the ghost market, although these rules are unwritten, but people who walk at night understand things, such as the behavior of Lotte just now, which belongs to smashing the field, or setting up a bureau.

There are all clear-eyed people, the seller in order to raise the price, find a trust to say that their things are worth money, this kind of business can be eaten anywhere, but only in the ghost market, there have been people who have done this before, but then the east window incident, the layout and the tow were dragged and beaten, it is from here until they climb out of the black market street.

It can be seen how taboo Lotte has just said, if he can't come up with a reason, dragging the street and beating it is not necessary in this era, but it is inevitable to be beaten away.

Lotte smiled and said: "If you don't know how to pretend to understand, it's called raising the bar, but if you see something, it's called pointing the country." ”

"Guidance, okay, I want to hear how you guide the country." Cao Lao's voice was low, obviously angry.

Zeng Wenrou, who was behind Lotte, saw that the atmosphere was a little weird, and hurriedly whispered:

"Lotte, stop making trouble."

Lotte gave Zeng Wen a reassuring smile, and then said to the seller:

"Unfold the scroll."

When the seller unfolded the scroll, Lotte said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the calligraphy and painting of the Song Dynasty have not yet developed to the point where the painter personally paid for it, and everyone present should understand this."

"That's right." Cao Lao couldn't help but say: "Paintings that are not famous are generally painted, and let the famous artist pick up the pen or seal, and whoever picks up the pen will keep it, which is also the style of Song Dynasty paintings." ”

Lotte nodded slightly, this Cao Lao's explanation is indeed in place, and he is worthy of being a master in the calligraphy and painting industry in Beijing, but Lotte has his own ideas, and he stepped forward and said:

"There's no signature, no stamp, and no pull-out, so there's no way to know who painted it, so you always give an 80-figure quote, right?"

"60 numbers." Cao Laoyi corrected his attitude and said: "My offer is based on his father's serious illness, so I gave a price of 80 figures. ”

Lotte nodded in agreement and said: "Indeed, if you can't see the calendar, this sentence is worth 60~80, but if you know its origin, haha, the value of this painting may be described as priceless." ”

Cao Lao stroked his beard, squinted at Lotte, and said solemnly:

"In the capital, I dare to recognize the first in the appreciation of calligraphy and painting in the Song Dynasty, and no one dares to recognize the second, for no other reason, because I am familiar with the "Xuanhe Painting", and I also understand the style of every famous painting in the famous paintings of the Song Dynasty, and this painting is simply from the hands of ordinary painters, what is the value of such a painting?"

In the face of Cao Lao's questioning, everyone agreed with this statement, but Lotte didn't care, and smiled at the audience and said:

"Everyone, Elder Cao, since you are familiar with "Xuanhe Painting", you should also know that there is a national treasure in today's hand-me-down work, which does not seem to be included in "Xuanhe Painting".

Cao Lao's hand holding his beard was suddenly stunned, and the rest of the audience whispered and talked.

After a while, Cao Lao's tone softened slightly, at least he was no longer as angry as he was just now, "Young man, what are you talking about?" ”

"That's right." Lotte said categorically: "This painting is "Qingming Riverside Picture". ”

The audience was silent in an instant, because everyone felt that their heads exploded instantly, people who understand antique calligraphy and painting should know one thing, the works of famous artists, his paintings must be valuable, such as Tang Bohu and other famous painters, if these famous paintings are handed down to this day and auctioned, the price is absolutely priceless.

However, among all the famous Chinese paintings in China, there is only one priceless national treasure painting, the Qingming Riverside Picture, which is not from the hands of famous artists, but its value surpasses that of all ancient famous artists.

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