Chapter 114: Confessional Poems

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, feeling that what the young man in front of him said was reasonable, and people couldn't find a reason to refute it, the eunuch had no social status at that time, and the opportunity to be portrayed as a statue was indeed pitiful. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"So, what's the matter with this statue of mine?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Because there was a shameless eunuch in history." Su Ren spread his hands and said.

Shameless eunuchs?

The middle-aged man was puzzled: "Are you talking about Wei Zhongxian?" ”

Su Ren affirmed: "Yes, it is him, the first person in history to call the emperor the eldest and the second, and let others shout that he is nine thousand years old, at that time he was powerful in the world, and he did countless things without a score, including the order to establish his ancestral halls in various parts of China.

Although when he died, the ancestral hall was destroyed and the statue was destroyed, but there will always be some fish that slip through the net, to tell you the truth, there are a lot of Wei Zhongxian statues in your hands that have been handed down, to what extent, the surviving statues from all over the country together, at least three hundred.

In addition, because he is a statue of a eunuch, and the meaning is not good, his price is very low, as long as you know it, basically no one will collect it, and most of them will donate it to museums around the world. ”

"Donate······ Donated? ”

When he heard that he couldn't sell it for money, the middle-aged man was not happy, and shouted urgently: "How can I donate, what should I do if I donate money?" It's, it's worthless, and there's always to be a number. ”

Statue of a eunuch? Su Ren shook his head, no one really wants this thing, even if it is not a good person, he will not play with the statue of the eunuch or put it in his collection.

"If you talk about value······· That's about 7,000 yuan. ”

"Seven thousand? You're talking about dollars? Or the ocean? ”

The middle-aged man exclaimed, shook his face and said: "You are depressing the price of things, hmph, the meaning of this thing is not good, he is also an old object in the late Ming Dynasty, young man, greed is not this greedy law." ”

Su Ren was not angry, and chuckled: "It is a locust wood product, so the price can only be so high, if it is bronze, the price may increase several times, if you have a mind, go to other people's homes, but I want to tell you in advance that no one wants to accept this thing, even if it does, it is just a donation to the museum for a reputation." ”

"If you go to someone else's house, you will go to someone else's house, the store is a big bully, and you are talking about people like you, you want me not to sell it."

The middle-aged man put away the statue in a hurry, snorted coldly, and left angrily.

There are no outsiders, and it is much easier to speak, as soon as the guests just now left, the shopkeeper Li took the iron and asked, "Su boy, where did you get this thing from?" ”

"There was a guy selling Qing Dynasty sacrificial salutes at the door just now, and I found something from his cold weapon pocket." Su Ren replied, and then sat on the chair with all fours.

"Yes, that's good!"

Shopkeeper Li praised: "I said Su boy, your luck is too domineering, you see, how long has it been, you have found so many good things, camel bells, Liu Yong's playbook, Jiaqing's handwritten Heshen Ten Sins, Sun Chengzong's "Sun Family Tree", and this rare iron, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is Hongfu Qitian." ”

Su Ren was stupid, since he got Heshen, his luck was indeed infinitely good.

The shopkeeper pouted and said sarcastically: "What are you envious of, people can find good things, relying on knowledge and eyesight, what about you, the older you get, the more you whirl, the last time you picked up a leak was three months ago, and it was still a small leak of 7,000 yuan." ”

Shopkeeper Li pulled off his three beards angrily, it's good that these old guys can pick up leaks, just go to the stalls outside, and want to buy some good things they meet, those bosses will ask for the price, in this case, how do you let him pick up the leaks.

"You're embarrassed to say me, what about you, when was the last time you picked up a leak, it was the gourd you bought last year, how is it? How much did you earn? Hey, two hundred oceans, that's a big leak. ”

Two hundred oceans are called leaks? Is that called burying people, Su Ren almost laughed, the two old guys are on the bar.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper Qiu's face turned red, and he shouted: "Who told the gourd that it was leaked, it was usually bought, usually sold, and the leak I picked up last year was obviously a set of perfect character posters, and I made a net profit of 1.5 million oceans." How did you get to your old and unashamed mouth·······"

Shopkeeper Li waved his hand, interrupting Shopkeeper Qiu's words, and said beautifully: "Tut, one and a half million oceans, that's a lot, but I'm sorry, I earned this money back yesterday." ”

"Ha, it's not relying on Su Boy's playbook."

The shopkeeper Qiu pulled Su Ren and said menacingly: "Su boy came to comment on the theory, he didn't know where to find the confessional poem of He Shen, and added it to your set of musicals, put together a three-piece set, and let the value of these things increase by two million, this practice is called picking up leaks?" It's obviously shameless. ”

He Shen smashed his mouth on the side, and also remembered the unbearable past.

At that time, He Shen had a premonition that the rest of his life would not be too long, and the end was coming, so he was sad about the past and let out a few sorrowful screams. He was obsessed with it until death, feeling that he was full of talent, "Huai Cai mistakenly took this body", showing a helpless mood of "falling flowers and flowing water in spring".

One of them is called "Two Songs to the Moon in Shangyuan Night Prison"

"The night is as bright as promised, and I can't stretch out. A hundred years was a dream, and twenty years of labor were in vain. The room is dark and difficult to see, and the wall is high and there is no spring. The stars are surrounded by the cold moon, the scarers are crying and the lonely ministers, and the scene is hurt by the past, and Huai Cai is mistaken. There is little material left, and there are nine heavy kernels. ”

"What is the night tonight, the Lantern Festival is another spring. Pity this moonlit night, it is extra sad. Thinking and more eternal, grace with the festival together. The holy light is faint and faint, and there are lonely ministers in the shackles. ”

After He Shen saw Bai Aya, he picked up his pen and wrote a desperate poem:

"Fifty years ago, it was a dream, but now it is gone. When he only spoke about the day, he remembered that the incense soul was the back body. ”

Jiaqing's personal Heshen guilt, Liu Yong's copy of the family recital, with the addition of these three Heshen poems, can indeed form a three-piece set, making its value greatly increased.

People can sell more money, Su Ren does not have any jealousy and bad feelings, the antique business is a profession that relies on eyesight and knowledge to eat, if you are jealous of even this little thing, then it is better to change your career as soon as possible, otherwise you can anger yourself to death.

And those boss merchants who sold things to Su Ren, after knowing the value of the items, did he regret it? I definitely regret it, and even regret that I can't eat anymore, but I definitely can't blame Su Ren in my heart, so I can only smoke my mouth and blame myself for being blind.