"Brother Fei, there is a loss of welcome, a faux pas!"

Fei Fatzi hurriedly stood up, looked at Dong Guoqiang with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him, and said respectfully: "Boss Dong, your noble family is busy, and so on, please don't be surprised." ”

"Hahaha, there are friends from afar, don't you also say it! Everyone is their own people, don't mention this kind of thing in the future. ”

Dong Guoqiang waved his hand, asked Fei Fatzi to sit down, poured tea for the other party with his own hands, and said with a smile: "Why don't you call in advance when you come to the capital?"

"I came here this time to tell you something very important, about Ling Tiancheng!"

"Oh?" Dong Guoqiang's face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "What is the trend of Tiancheng Auction?"

A trace of hatred flashed in Fei Fatzi's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "I heard that Ling Tiancheng has gone north and come to the capital, not only him, but also Ling Junsheng, that old immortal!"

"Really?" Dong Guoqiang straightened up and asked, "Are you sure Ling Junsheng is here too?"

"It's true!" Fei Fatzi said with a straight face: "The news is absolutely accurate, this time the Ling family can be said to have come prepared, Ling Tiancheng is not in trouble, at most a few tosses in the Central Plains." But Ling Junsheng can't be underestimated, he's ......"

Dong Guoqiang waved his hand, stood up, walked a few steps, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Interesting, really interesting!"

turned around suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as a goshawk, and he said domineeringly: "It's a good time, Dong and Ling Tiancheng are often compared in the circle, and there is always no chance to communicate head-on, but today the opportunity has come!"

"This ......" Fei Fatzi didn't expect Dong Guoqiang to react like this, and hurriedly persuaded: "Don't take it lightly, I and the old money are planted in Ling Tiancheng's hands, you see how miserable the Wenbo auction is......"

Dong Guoqiang's face sank, and he scolded: "Hmph, do you think I'm as wasteful as Qian Wenbo?"

walked up to Fei Fatzi and warned: "I don't want to hear this kind of thing in the future! I don't care about the bullshit Ling family father and son, this is the capital, not a small place where they can spread wild!"

"It's a dragon or a snake, you have to climb down obediently when you come to my territory!"

Dong Guoqiang looked at the frightened bird Fei Fatzi, and said with disdain: "Okay, the news has arrived, I will introduce a few big people to you in the evening, take a long-term view, don't always stare at a small place like the Central Plains, remember, you are following me Dong Guoqiang to eat!"

Watching Fei Fatzi leave, Dong Guoqiang let out a sigh, his heart was not as relaxed as he had promised just now, just to comfort Fei Fatzi's heart.

Ling Tiancheng is business-minded, young and ambitious. But after all, his eyesight is not high, and his prestige in the circle is insufficient, so he is not afraid.

But Ling Junsheng's old guy is different, the former museum director, the honorary expert of the Forbidden City, the bronze authority, the protégé is all over the world, he is the pillar of the Ling family!

For so many years, I originally thought that Ling Junsheng didn't care about the Ling family's trading, basically let it go, and let Ling Tiancheng work hard by himself, so Tiancheng Auction shrank in the Central Plains and did not open up other markets.

Now I don't know why the old guy actually came to help? This time he came to the capital to cheer for his son, maybe he is now drinking with the big collector and building a bridge for the Ling family.

"Hmph, don't think that you can do whatever you want by relying on an old immortal!"

Dong Guoqiang slapped the table and said fiercely: "The capital is Kuang's territory, no matter who you are, I, Dong Guoqiang, must make you look good!"

At this time, Wen Yiming had dinner with Ling's father and son, Ling Junsheng looked at Ling Tiancheng and said: "Ma Dingxiang is the first connection, and it will all depend on you young people to move around and communicate in the future, I am old, I can only lick my face to sell the old man's favor, you know?"

"Don't worry, old man, I'll leave the rest to me and Yiming!"

Ling Junsheng looked at his son's hesitant expression, and snorted coldly: "Rely on you, if it weren't for Yiming, I wouldn't care if Tiancheng Auction was dead or alive!"

Turning his head to look at Wen Yiming, he said with a smile: "It is also a blessing for the Ling family to meet Mr., how about taking care of me as an unfilial son in the future?"

Wen Yiming said politely: "Old man, you are polite, I have a united front with the Ling family, sharing honor and disgrace, please rest assured." ”

Ling Junsheng nodded, looked at the bustling street scene outside the window, and sighed: "The water in the capital is too deep, I don't know if this step is a blessing or a curse?"

Ling Tiancheng nodded yes and asked curiously, "Who are we going to visit tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Ling Junsheng smiled slightly: "I'll take you to Liuli Factory to sit down and meet the shopkeeper Wu of Rong Bao Zhai." ”

Wen Yiming and Ling Tiancheng glanced at each other, looking forward to tomorrow's trip. For a hundred years, Liulichang has been a battleground for soldiers in the circle, and now there is West Street, with a lot of stores. In the past, there were only more than 20 stores on East Street, and those who could gain a foothold in this place were all top people!

At that time of the Republic of China, this was the favorite place for dignitaries and nobles in the capital, no matter what your identity is, you must be polite when you come here! This is the power of professionalism, if you don't understand, it's a mallet, and no matter how rich people are, they can fool you.

However, at that time, the atmosphere in the antique circle was very good, and they were all literati and scholars, relying on a reputation. A lot of regular customers like what treasure, you can take it back to play for a few days, and you don't even have to hit the receipt! If you like it, you can send the money, and if you don't like it, as long as the thing is not broken, the original thing can be returned.

At that time, how many super collectors had a store in Liulichang, and Zhao Ruzhen, one of the six major collectors of the Republic of China and the king of ancient coins, is a fierce man who can support two or three private museums until now.

At that time, there were very few antique fakes, basically all of them were genuine, as long as you had eyesight, Ru kiln also had the possibility of picking up leaks. Buying things is for collection, no one says anything about investment appreciation, people's hearts are very clean, and playing is a culture.

The next day, when he came to Liuli Factory, Ling Junsheng made an appointment with the shopkeeper Wu, who was an old man in his sixties, and took the initiative to welcome the three of them into the door and came to the second floor to drink tea and chat.

"This is the style of a century-old store!"

Wen Yiming looked around, the walls were full of masterpieces such as Qi Baishi, Pan Tianshou, Xu Beihong, etc., and the millions of treasures in the auction house seemed to be worthless, they were everywhere, and they were a decoration here.

Shopkeeper Wu personally served Ling Junsheng a good tea, and said affectionately: "Ling Lao hasn't come to Rong Bao Zhai for some days, how is his health lately?"

Ling Junsheng took the tea and said with a smile: "It's okay, the doctor said that it can deal with it for a few years, today I will bring two juniors to recognize the door, and I will ask the big shopkeeper to take care of it in the future!"

"No problem!" Shopkeeper Wu looked at Ling Tiancheng and Wen Yiming, and said politely: "With you here, can you use my help?" I have long heard that the virtuous nephew is famous, and he is already the leader of the Central Plains, and now he is finally going to enter the capital?"

Ling Tiancheng stood up and said respectfully: "The big shopkeeper praises falsely, the younger generation can't afford it! In front of the three-hundred-year-old brand of Rong Bao Zhai, Tiancheng's auction is not worth mentioning, please give me a lot of advice in the future!"

"Hahaha, good, good!" Wu shopkeeper laughed heartily, usually like to hear others praise Rong Bao Zhai's golden signboard, proudly said: "Speaking of Rong Bao Zhai, that Gonzo three days and three nights can not be finished, many masters did not become famous before they were sold here, at that time there was a unified Runge, the greater the fame of Runge, the higher the Runge, especially Qi Baishi, the works are basically sold by Rong Bao Zhai." ”

"One day the old man was in high spirits and painted several shrimps. When the manager of Rong Bao Zhai arrived at his house, he was stamping the painting. After stamping the stamp, he took the painting to the cabinet, took out the key from his waist, opened the cabinet, opened a porcelain box, sprinkled the cinnabar powder inside on the stamp that had just been marked with ink, shook back and forth to make the cinnabar powder stick to the place with ink, and then poured the excess powder back. ”

Suddenly, the cinnabar powder on the stamp protruded from the paper and became a three-dimensional stamp, and when he did this, he did not avoid the manager of Rong Bao Zhai. He locked the cabinet and said to the manager: "They are trying to imitate my paintings, and they want to distinguish the authenticity, and you can see it from the stamps." I've used stamps, but stamps can be faked. This method is not known to outsiders, and it is not allowed to be seen by others. ”

Shopkeeper Wu said with a smile: "The old man of Baishi comes to our Rong Bao Zhai to chat whenever he has time, and every time he comes, we always receive him warmly, and specially prepare high-quality snacks and fruits." In the end, it made the old man have the illusion that Rong Bao Zhai also sells oranges and snacks!"

Whenever a friend went to visit him, he introduced to his friend that he wanted to eat oranges and go to Rong Bao Zhai to buy them, and their oranges were delicious, and there were many girls there, and they were very enthusiastic. ”

After speaking, he pointed to the plaque at the door, and said smugly: "The plaque on the lintel of Rong Bao Zhai is also written by the old man Baishi, and the huge plaque in the center of the hall carries forward the national culture is his own inscription." Our Rong Bao Zhai is now the place with the highest authenticity of Qi Baishi's works in the circle, with hundreds of Qi Baishi boutiques in the collection, proud and unbeatable!"