"The front is the Zhao family's mansion, let's go in and have a look. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

For Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun, this old mansion of the Zhao family is a precious childhood memory. When I was a child, every summer, Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun would always go into the backyard of the old house to catch knowledge, beat dates, and fight crickets. In his memory, every time the two children came to play, Mrs. Zhao would always prepare a plate of cold watermelon to greet them.

Later, when they grew up, Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun went to the old house to play less. Unexpectedly, when I came back this time, Mrs. Zhao had passed away, and the Zhao family's old house would also face the fate of being demolished, which couldn't help but make people a little embarrassed.

At the moment when Qin Fan turned into the alley, suddenly a bright purple treasure light jumped into his pupils.

"What's going on!"

Qin Fan's heart trembled, and his eyes narrowed into a slit and looked in the direction of the Zhao family's old mansion.

In the pupils of his eyes, a thick purple-red treasure light that seemed to be indissolvable rose like smoke.

"Xiaofan, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Xiaojun saw Qin Fan suddenly stop, with an incredulous expression on his face, and asked strangely.

Qin Fan came back to his senses, but there were turbulent waves in his heart, could it be that there were still some priceless treasures left in the Zhao family's old mansion?

It stands to reason that the old house of the Zhao family has been almost demolished, and those valuable antique calligraphy and paintings should have been bought, could it be that the most valuable treasure of the Zhao family is still in the old house and has not been discovered?

"I'm fine, just a little distracted." Qin Fan forcibly calmed down his excitement and walked towards the Zhao family's old mansion.

To Qin Fan's surprise, the quiet Zhao family's mansion was like a vegetable market at this time, and the huge old mansion was crowded with people, all of whom came for the antiques left by the Zhao family.

Fang Xiaojun grabbed a fat man who was sweating profusely and asked, "Uncle, what happened to the Zhao family, why is it so lively?" ”

The fat uncle turned his head, looked at Fang Xiaojun and Qin Fan suspiciously, and said impatiently, "When the Zhao family's old mansion was demolished in the morning, someone dug up three boxes of antiques in the backyard. It is said that the treasure inside is priceless. ”

"Worth a fortune? How much can a bunch of old stuff be worth? ”

Fang Xiaojun said with a look of disbelieving.

"Hey, little hairy kid, what do you know. In the morning, someone bought a painting of Qi Baishi from Zhao's house and spent 50,000 yuan. The fat uncle said with envy.

"Fifty thousand!" Fang Xiaojun was taken aback, when the Fang Family Martial Arts Hall was prosperous, it couldn't make so much money in a year.

"Xiaofan, are antiques really so valuable? Do you think this is reliable? ”

Qin Fan glanced at the pile of antiques placed on the ground for others to select, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "If it's a real antique, of course it's valuable, but that Qi Baishi's painting, I can't see it." ”

"Unreliable?"

"If the Zhao family really had Qi Baishi's paintings, they would have been offered as treasures a long time ago, how could they be casually sold on the ground like selling cabbage."

The average market price of Qi Baishi's paintings is at least 450,000 yuan per square foot, and a few fine works are even sold at a sky-high price of 5 million yuan per square foot. The people of the Zhao family are not idiots, how could they sell Qi Baishi's paintings so cheaply.

"You don't understand this, this is called picking up leaks in the antique world." The fat uncle glanced at Qin Fan with contempt and said proudly. It's as if the person who picked up the leak was himself.

Qin Fan shook his head and said with a smile, "Qi Baishi's reputation is so loud that even a three-year-old child knows it, how could the Zhao family not know." If you have a painting that is suspected to be Qi Baishi, you will definitely take it to an expert for appraisal first, and you will not rush to sell it without figuring it out, unless they know that the painting is a forgery in the early morning. ”

With Qin Fan's experience and experience, without seeing that painting, he could conclude that Qi Baishi's painting was eighty percent fake.

Regarding Qin Fan's statement, the fat uncle scoffed and didn't believe his words at all.

"Junzi, let's go to the backyard and have a look."

"Don't look at it here?"

"Nothing to look at."

Qin Fan smiled, he just swept the antiques on the ground with his pupils, and found that most of these things were fake, and some were genuine, but they had no collection value, and the age was shallow, so they were not worth anything.

According to his guess, the three boxes of antiques may have been buried in the backyard by the Zhao family the night before, and then deliberately dug up to attract the attention of collectors and antique dealers.

The antique industry is full of pits, and the bureau set up by the Zhao family is very simple, and collectors with a little experience can see through it at a glance, and those who are fooled are those who are greedy for cheap and want to get rich overnight.

Although the antique business is to look at the eyesight to eat, the Zhao family's approach is really a bit unkind.

"Fat uncle, have you heard? In the morning, the person who bought Qi Baishi's painting at Zhao's house was eye-catching. ”

"Eye-catching?" The fat uncle was stunned for a moment, and asked with some disbelief, "You mean, that painting of Qi Baishi is fake?" ”

The man sighed and said, "How can Qi Baishi's authentic work be so easy to come across, this person was greedy for cheapness and was fooled, so he bought a fake painting and came back." ”

"Fake paintings? Was it really said by that kid? ”

The fat uncle turned around, only to find that Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun were gone.

In the backyard of the Zhao family's old house, the spacious yard was overgrown with weeds, and the ground was littered with window lattices, door panels and dilapidated furniture that had been removed from the old house.

The cold wind whistled in the backyard, adding a bit of loneliness and loneliness.

Looking at the demolished old mansion, Fang Xiaojun said with some anger and sadness, "Mrs. Zhao's grandsons are too disagreeable, Mrs. Zhao never saw them visit her when she was alive. Now that Mrs. Zhao is dead, they see that it is profitable, and they immediately jump out to sell their ancestral property. ”

Mrs. Zhao had a rough life, and her situation in her later years was very bleak, only Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun often came to the old house to visit the old man and help her cook on the fire. And Mrs. Zhao's grandchildren can't be seen all year round.

It's a pity that Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun are always outsiders, so they can't meddle in the affairs of the Zhao family.

Qin Fan was walking in the weedy backyard, when he suddenly bumped into something under his feet and carried his head to the ground.

Fortunately, Fang Xiaojun caught Qin Fan in time and pulled him back.

"Hey, this is ......"

Qin Fan's gaze fell on the log on the ground, and his face suddenly changed wildly.

"It should be a beam removed from the old house, and it is quite big and put it in the backyard."

In the past, most of the beams of old houses were made of elm, because the wood of elm is solid, moisture-resistant, corrosion-resistant, not easy to deform and crack, and is the best wood for making beams.

The Han culture likes to use homophony to take the lip color to ask for an auspicious one, and the elm house beam is to ask for the "surplus grain" mouth color, which is deeply liked by people.

However, the wood of the beam in front of Qin Fan was not elm.

At this time, in his pupils, a dazzling purple-red light bloomed from the thick beams on the ground!

"Baby, it turns out that this beam is the real treasure in this old house!"

Qin Fan was ecstatic, his heart pounding like a drum, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

"Junzi, let's quickly find out if there are any similar beams here."

Fang Xiaojun asked with a puzzled face, "There are several big houses in the Zhao family's old mansion, and there should be a lot of beams, but what is the use of you looking for these beams?" ”

"If I'm right, these beams are the most valuable treasures in this mansion."

For the old friend who grew up wearing open crotch pants together, Qin Fan said without concealing it.

"Baby?"

Fang Xiaojun was stunned for a moment, and asked confusedly, "Aren't they just a few wooden beams, and they are not made of gold, how much can they be worth?" ”

Qin Fan didn't explain much, and said lightly, "These beams are worth more than gold. ”

"Worth more than gold?"

Fang Xiaojun looked suspiciously in the huge courtyard for a long time, and found a total of more than a dozen beams.

These beams are painted with black paint, and from the outside they are all black and black, and there is no difference to be seen. Most of them were ordinary elm beams, with only four of them blooming with a rich purple-red glow.

Qin Fan tried to hold a beam and wanted to lift it, but he didn't expect that this beam was extremely heavy, and with his strength, he couldn't lift it from the ground.

"Why is this wood so heavy, it is much heavier than the others." Fang Xiaojun is worthy of being born in a family of national arts, and with a straight waist, he carried a wooden beam.

"These pieces of wood are treasures, let's buy them first, and then ask someone to pull them away."

Qin Fan guessed that the people of the Zhao family should not know the value of these pieces of wood, otherwise they would not have left them here casually and no one would take care of them.

Mrs. Zhao's eldest grandson is called Zhao Yuanguo, and the Zhao family has two brothers, Zhao Yuanchun and Zhao Yuanrong, in addition to Zhao Yuanguo.

"Uncle Zhao, I want to buy these pieces of wood, you can make a price." Qin Fan found Zhao Yuanguo and said straight to the point.

Zhao Yuanguo was in his early forties, doing furniture business in Jiaocheng, with the shrewdness and cunning of a businessman, and it was difficult for ordinary people to get anything cheap from him.

"What are you buying all this wood for?" Zhao Yuanguo looked at the beams on the ground and asked suspiciously.

"The beams of my grandmother's old house in the countryside were gnawed by insects, and I thought these pieces of wood were good, so I wanted to buy them back and install them in the old house."

Zhao Yuanguo seemed to be a little suspicious, but he didn't see any flaws on Qin Fan's face after looking at it for a long time, and let down his guard a little.

"Big brother, it's useless for us to keep these rotten logs, so it's better to buy them for him." Zhao Yuanchun lifted the beam on the ground and said impatiently.

Zhao Yuanguo hesitated, always feeling that there seemed to be something wrong here, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Rao is no matter how shrewd Zhao Yuanguo is, it is impossible to know that these inconspicuous rotten pieces of wood on the ground are priceless treasures.

"That's it, these pieces of wood cost 3,000 yuan a piece, and if you want to, take them."

"3,000 pieces a piece? You might as well grab it! Fang Xiaojun didn't expect Zhao Yuanguo's lion to open his mouth, and a few broken pieces of wood actually cost 3,000 yuan each.

"Hmph, no one forces you to buy it, you can not buy it if it's too expensive." Zhao Yuanguo snorted in his nose and said disdainfully.

Qin Fan's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile, "Uncle Zhao, 3,000 yuan is a bit expensive, and we don't have that much money with us." Otherwise, how about 2,000 yuan each? ”

"2800 yuan, if it doesn't work, get out."

Qin Fan shook his head and took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his body, "Don't hide it from Uncle Zhao, I have 10,000 yuan with me." If you agree, I will take these four pieces of wood away, and the 10,000 yuan will be yours. If I don't agree, I'll turn around and leave. ”

Zhao Yuanguo was silent for a while, but Qin Fan saw a trace of greed in his eyes.

"That's it, count me at a loss. These four pieces of wood are 10,000 pieces, and you pull them away. ”

"Okay, Uncle Zhao, let's make a note, otherwise if something happens, we can't say clearly." With the greedy character of these Zhao family members, if they knew the true value of these pieces of wood, they might regret it, and Qin Fan would be prepared to let the Zhao family set up a note.

"It's really troublesome to have a few broken pieces of wood and what kind of writing can be made."

Zhao Yuanguo muttered two sentences, and impatiently pressed his handprint on the note prepared by Qin Fan.