From the old scheming at the beginning, to the turbulent heart at this time, the shopkeeper Fang's face was completely impassive. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When you see the goods, you can negotiate the price.

He raised his head, still with a polite expression, "Miss Bian, this painting is ancient, silk and yellow framed old, at first glance, it seems to be good that it is old." However, whether it is Li Sixun's work or not, I really dare not say after I have one person and one pair of eyes. Mr. Keiyama must have seen the authentic work, but it is impossible for us to invite him to identify it. ”

"My grandfather wouldn't have collected fake paintings." As soon as Bian Mingzhen adjusted her sitting posture, she became nervous.

The shopkeeper Fang saw it in his eyes, but his heart was clear, the seller who was so poor that he didn't even know where the next meal was, couldn't afford the time, and it was impossible to get a good price.

He was not in a hurry, waiting for the other party to breathe in a low voice.

"Miss Bian, do you know how many imitation workshops there are in Suzhou? Although the good and the bad are uneven, there are also great painters, who can imitate the real thing. Mr. Keizan said that the paintings on the ink sheets are not authentic and can be forged out of thin air, and there are many works by famous artists, which are easy to be figured out. Your grandfather is telling the truth, it doesn't count. I'm honest, and it doesn't count. It's hard to discern it. In this way, I can buy it as a high-quality ancient painting, and after examining the eight paintings one by one, I will give you a thousand taels of silver. ”

Bian Mingzhen slowly rolled up the painting, her expression turned from cramped to stubborn, "Since that's the case, I won't bother." Hangzhou calligraphy and painting shop is not only Han Art Museum, if it weren't for the fair price on your catalogue, I wouldn't consider you first. ”

This girl also has a poor ambition.

Shopkeeper Fang secretly made a mistake, but the shelf had to continue to end, otherwise it would be his fault, "Thank you, Miss Bian, for thinking of the Hanhua Pavilion first." You are so sincere, I don't want you to be disappointed and come back, why don't you give me a few more days, let me report to the owner, and then let the owner decide, how about it? ”

Bian Mingzhen was slightly embarrassed, "How many days do you have to wait for a response?" I can't open the pot at home. ”

The shopkeeper Fang immediately took out a ingot, two taels of silver, "Miss Bian, it should be the Han Painting Gallery that bought you this news, before hearing our reply, please don't look for other art dealers." The short is three days, the long is five days, and after five days, if you don't look for you, the money will belong to you, and whoever you sell the painting to is at your own convenience. ”

Bian Mingzhen said happily, "Sure enough, it's right to find you, the shopkeeper Fang also values favors when he does business, and he is very grateful to solve my urgent needs." If your owner wants to buy my paintings, as long as the price is fair, cheaper than the price in the market, I am willing to sell it to you. ”

The shopkeeper Fang sweated slightly when he heard it, thinking that this Bian Mingzhen was not stupid, and he came after inquiring clearly, and I am afraid that he could not always make a fuss about the authenticity of the painting, and there are many calligraphy and painting dealers in Hangzhou.

Thinking of this, he was polite and sent Bian Mingzhen out of the door of the back garden.

When the others walked out of sight, the shopkeeper closed the door, walked through the garden corridor, entered a spacious room, and shouted to the second owner.

The curtain moved, and a person walked out of it.

Lotus steps, twisted waist, golden splendidly boots, watery hibiscus Luo's pleated skirt, raised waist, beaded and jeweled belt tassels, short spring green blouse, balloon sleeves, white placket dyed hibiscus petals.

The golden branch peony presses the heavy cloud bun, the woman has a beautiful appearance, light eyes, a thin lip, a charming smile, and a bewitching temperament.

This woman, who has just died of her husband, temporarily retains her husband's family name, and is known as Lu Qi Niangzi, but her outfit can no longer see the appearance of a dead person.

"What?" She sat down on the main seat, crossed her feet and drank tea, in a sultry posture.

The shopkeeper Fang's eyes were not slanted or crooked, and he told Bian Mingzhen about coming to sell paintings.

He knew that although this woman was watery, she never delayed doing serious things, she was ruthless, and she didn't blink an eye when she killed her husband.

"What kind of book is the painting that is valuable?"

Whether it is an ancient painting or an antique, Lu Qiniang only knows that the goods must be rare enough to sell at a price. Besides, after so many years of business, the general good goods are not eye-catching.

Mr. Xishan said that the paintings on the ink book have the base price of the Ming market. Taking the one that Miss Bian brought today, for example, the starting price in the Ming market is 3,500 taels, and the price of the private trader who bought it for others is even higher. Originally, calligraphy and painting were not sold according to a set, but the ink was different, and the palace had been collecting high prices. Jiangnan has a volume of eight pieces, and once shouted 60,000 taels. At this time, the shopkeeper Fang said that the market was in his heart and he was gushing.

"Sixty thousand taels?!" Lu Qi Niangzi was stunned first, then squinted, and a sneer on the corner of her mouth, "Isn't the ink gold juice?" Is the painted silk a gold engraving? But painting some landscapes, famous and nameless, look at the same, how can it be worth ten thousand taels of silver? ”

Shopkeeper Fang didn't try to talk to Niu about why peony is worth a thousand gold, but said, "Please discuss it with the big owner and see what to do about this matter?" If you're interested in buying—"

Lu Qiniang waved her hand, "No need to discuss, we have always only made money, how can there be such a thing as upside down silver?" ”

Her eyes were sharp for a moment, and her voice was sharp, "It's better to do it according to the old rules." ”

The shopkeeper Fang did not raise his eyebrows, "The big proprietor has decided to do serious business, no longer use the rules of the past, and the second proprietor will get used to it as soon as possible." If the second owner is busy, I will go to the big owner to do the same. ”

She is the second owner, he is the shopkeeper, it seems that he is the master and slave, but in fact, the status is equal, one is in charge of military affairs, the other is in charge of literary affairs, and the big owner can't leave either, so he can be polite to her, and he can also be polite.

Lu Qi Niangzi naturally knew it, and said coquettishly, "Oh, you are old-fashioned, I can't say it casually, without the big boss to speak, I don't dare to use any rules." But I feel sorry for our hard-earned money, change a building or a place, it's really good, change a few broken paintings, just look at it and can't use it, in case you can't turn your hand, so much silver is lost. ”

The shopkeeper Fang didn't move, only moved his mouth, "If the big owner wants to buy, I will identify and understand, and at the same time push the price to the lowest, 10,000 taels to the sky." And I've been doing it all these years, how have you ever seen a piece of goods that can't be sold? ”

"That's right." Lu Qi Niangzi stood up, walked to the side of the shopkeeper bewitchingly, stretched out her hand and rubbed his shoulder, and leaned over, "Fang Zheng, I am a widow again, is it good to marry you this time?" ”

The shopkeeper Fang's waist was straight, and he didn't say anything, just glanced at her, very light and light.

Lu Qi Niangzi immediately turned around and walked away, scolding in shame, "The stinky man who killed a thousand knives dares to look down on me with a little ink in his stomach, and he doesn't want to think that he is just a watchdog." It's your blessing that my mother likes you, but I don't hesitate to ask you now. Take a closer look, the good-looking Sven Lang back then has become a shriveled old thing, not only is it not good-looking, but it is also useless. ”

The shopkeeper Fang let her scold, and lowered his eyelids like an old monk.

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Three more complete! Good night, folks! (To be continued.) )