In Yangzhou City, Wang Minglin's company has already contracted a whole building alone, and Wang Minglin rarely goes to the company, generally Sun Dazhi is in the company to deal with some of the company's business, in the words of Sun Dazhi at that time, "Wang Minglin has become an immortal, and now people are no longer obsessed with how to make money, and people are now playing bypass." ”

Touch: touching a certain aspect of things;

Bypass: Penetrate each other. Grasp the knowledge or law of a certain thing, and then deduce the knowledge or law of the same thing.

It can be seen from such a word that Wang Minglin does seem to be a person who has gotten rid of low-level interests, and making money is already a very simple thing in the eyes of Wang Minglin now, and Wang Minglin himself knows it, but what he needs now is to keep supplementing knowledge and keep arming his mind and relationships.

In Yangzhou, which is known as the most cultured in a dilapidated street, it is said that there were many Qing Dynasty relics living here, and even the well-informed lord such as Belle Ye came to Yangzhou first to go to Renfengli.

But we don't know much about anything else here, but we just know that there is an antique shop on the street in Renfengli that is also as dilapidated as the street, and the plaque on the top of the door reads three big characters "Qi He Zhai!" ”

The boss of this Qi Hezhai is Wang Minglin, now Wang Minglin has nothing to do and basically stays here, and his so-called busyness to the outside world is actually fake, Wang Minglin is always a long shirt, and then a small cloth shoe with a thousand layers of soles, lit with a strange fragrance of antiquity, holding a roll of thread-bound books and sitting on the rocking chair at the door drinking precious tea, leisurely looking at the book.

If you look into it, you will find that Wang Minglin's book has a lot of origins, because the three titles that can be understood by a child in school will always make people feel like they are thinking about it......

That's right, our boss Wang is looking at the title of the book marked with simplified characters, but it is indeed a line-bound book, and there is also a calligraphy and painting "Golden Bottle Plum!" ”

Today's Wang Minglin is also a little busy sitting at the door, everything is the same as always, and the only difference is that a Mercedes-Benz business van stopped at the corner of the street in the distance, this kind of car but the people who can see it can be regarded as a player who has something to do, because no one can see it on ordinary occasions, let alone drive this car or the owner of this car.

After Qin Bin lowered his head and walked out of the car, he glanced at Wang Minglin, who was drinking tea and reading at the gate of Qihezhai, with a smile, and then said to the people who walked down from the car: "Uncle Wang! That's my good friend, Wang Minglin, your painting, let's find him to study it! ”

A middle-aged man with whitish sideburns but absolutely energetic holds a scroll in his arms in both hands, carefully packed in a yellow satin bag and rolled it in a deerskin roll.

The middle-aged man looked around and said with a smile, "Renfengli, what a place!" This place has the charm that matches the city, and your friend can open an antique shop here, it is definitely a person with taste and pattern! I already believed him seven or eight points before I met! ”

Qin Bin heard the man who became his uncle say this about Wang Minglin, and suddenly made a gesture of invitation to the middle-aged man with joy in his heart, and then personally led the way towards Wang Minglin.

After arriving in front of Wang Minglin, Qin Bin coughed lightly, and then Wang Minglin raised his head and looked at Qin Bin in confusion, and only after he reacted did he stand up with a smile and said, "Qin Dashao, what kind of wind did you let blow over?" ”

"I don't know what kind of wind it is, but when it comes, it's purple qi coming from the east! Let me introduce you to you, this is an old friend of my father, Uncle Wang! Qin Bin took the lead in introducing his uncle to Wang Minglin.

But after Wang Minglin glanced at the middle-aged man lightly, his eyes stayed directly on the picture scroll that the middle-aged man was holding in his hand.

Qin Bin looked at Wang Minglin like this, and suddenly whispered to Uncle Wang, "Lin Zi likes old objects more, this is a possibility of seeing the right eye, don't blame Uncle Wang!" ”

Lao Wang looked at Wang Minglin's appearance and shook his head at Qin Bin with a smile, and then asked Wang Minglin, "What do you see?" ”

Wang Minglin heard the middle-aged words, and then came back to his senses and said, "I'm sorry, old man!" This volume of things made me fascinated, just the red satin outside, look at this craft, that is the old craft, if I guess correctly, this is the satin of the yellow coat, a good civil and military was dismantled and made into such a painting set, the things in it are valuable! ”

The middle-aged man immediately raised his head and laughed when he heard Wang Minglin's words, and then handed the words in his hand very brightly to Wang Minglin.

A few minutes later, Wang Minglin held a magnifying glass in his hand and carefully looked at the one-inch unfolded scroll on a table, but not all of them were unfolded, and Uncle Wang and Qin Bin stood aside and watched nervously at Wang Minglin looking at the painting.

"Tut-tut......" At this time, Wang Minglin's mouth made a sound of plucking teeth, and then Wang Minglin raised his head and looked at Uncle Wang and asked, "Mr. Wang, is this a painting of Monk Juran?" ”

"Good eyesight, there are poems on the top, there are paragraphs below, you can know that it is the painting of the giant monk without pulling down, it is indeed the right person! Hahahaha......" Lao Wang praised Wang Minglin with a smile, and then reached out to help Wang Minglin unfold the scroll, but Wang Minglin directly reached out and held down the scroll, and then carefully rolled the scroll from the new and said, "Imitation!" ”

Lao Wang was stunned as if he had heard it wrong, and even Qin Bin on the side was stunned.

Wang Minglin sat directly on the stool lightly, and then shook his head and said, "The so-called Jingguan in the front, Dong Ju in the back, the Juran monk is the back of Bianjing, followed Li Houzhu from south to north, he learned the northern school of painting, he painted the mountains and rocks with hemp, your painting method is not right, and then the Song painting under the world, it uses watermarks, how can there be honey prints, you must be a well-informed person, the sleeve of this yellow coat is definitely not added by yourself, and the Qing Dynasty people evaluate the Song Dynasty, That's a hundred envy, jealousy and hatred, who would use a good yellow coat to put on this imitation painting? Hahahaha...... If you go on, I won't look at Mr. Wang! ”

Qin Bin listened to the words in Wang Minglin's mouth at this time, cold sweat came down, and he kept glancing at Wang Minglin, but Wang Minglin didn't look at him at all, and looked directly at Mr. Wang, who didn't say a word.