"To be received by the seniors in the industry, the younger generations are terrified."

He Zi'an clasped his fists and nodded in salute, and then casually pointed to the lotus picture in front of him, as well as the previous "Farm Play" and said, "The two pictures together are considered a little care of the younger generation, and Master Huang should not dislike it." ”

He Zi'an deliberately pointed out the worthless painting, and when the truth was revealed in front of Han Yue, no matter how thick-skinned the yellow fat man was, it would be impossible to say that it was black.

Huang Fatzi was really overjoyed when he heard this, and first beckoned Han Yue out of the house, and then hugged his fists and said: "The little master is so young and his eyesight is so amazing, I don't dare to call myself a senior." ”

The fat man's attitude is so humble that anyone who sees it has to give a thumbs up.

When Han Yue came out of the room, his face showed surprise when he saw this, and he stepped up and said, "Master Huang, what is this doing?" ”

"This little master has taken a fancy to these two paintings, they are really masterpieces!" The fat man pointed at He Zi'an and boasted, and at first glance, he fell in love with the best products.

After hearing this, Han Yue hugged his fist at He Zi'an and said, "It's me who has no eyes, the little master is not strange, wait a minute, I'll let the kitchen add dishes to entertain, and I beg you to give face, otherwise I will have trouble sleeping." ”

He Zi'an was a little speechless, Han Yue was really a qualified businessman, and it could be seen from his demeanor and tone that the purchase price of the lotus picture and the farm drama was very low, and as soon as he heard that he wanted it, he immediately planned to sell it at a high price.

Originally, he mentioned two paintings, just to play the entangled Huang Fat Man, but he didn't expect the Yellow Fat Man to get off the donkey down the slope and shout out that Han Yue wanted to slaughter him as a fat sheep.

"Since you are unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust!"

He Zi'an also calculated, and simply used these two pictures as bait to fish in troubled waters.

He is confident, because Han Yue has been reselling antiques to make the difference in price in the past few years, there must be good things at home, and he is reluctant to spend a lot of money to ask a powerful master to identify them, so there must be something missing, and with his own appraisal ability, he will definitely be able to find out.

Thinking of this, he responded to Han Yue's false apology with a fist: "Thank you Boss Han and Master Huang for taking care of them, I really like these two paintings, but my appraisal ability is insufficient, I hope the two of you can give a moderate price according to the market." ”

He Zi'an deliberately expressed his love for painting, and honestly explained that he was a novice and trusted his predecessors in the industry. ”

Han Yue was not bad, secretly thinking about the two worthless paintings, shouting what price was good, and warmly inviting He Zi'an into the house on the surface.

……

The Junzi Building itself is an ancient building, not to mention, the furniture ornaments in the hall and the paintings hanging on the walls are all antiquities.

As soon as he entered the hall, He Zi'an ignored the full set of Chinese rosewood tables and chairs of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and put the first glance on the screen separating the two halls.

The content of the screen painting is an imitation of the "Eight Horses", which was made by a monk named Zhuhai in order to satirize the "Three Heroes of Jinling" Xu Beihong.

Whether ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, the value of a painting depends on whether it can tell a good story.

Unfortunately, no one helped to polish the works of Monk Zhuhai, and his paintings remained unknown for decades after Monk Zhuhai's death.

"This horse diagram is very good, the author strengthened the ink skills on one horse, and the rest of the horses have been blurred, highlighting the strength and agility of the horse."

He Zi'an took a fancy to this painting and planned to ask someone to dig deep into the spiritual connotation of the Zhuhai monk, and introduce people of status to testify and sell it at a good price.

Han Yue was slightly startled when he heard this, thinking that the young man in front of him was Zhuge Huang who had recently been born from the Zhuge family?

Zhuge family is the king of the circle since the Ming Dynasty in Jiangdong Region, the business is all over the collection, identification, sales in one, and there have been a number of masters who have helped the royal identification and repair of calligraphy and painting and other antiques, and recently studied in Minhai.

Zhuge Huang is very likely to disguise himself as picking up rags, so... No, Ma Tu has been identified by the master master, it is worthless rags, if it weren't for the curtain as a screen, I would have thrown it into the garbage heap.

Therefore, no matter how you look at this young man, he is a straw bag with a little money, and it can't be the young master of the Zhuge family.

According to He Zi'an's words and deeds after entering the courtyard, Han Yue analyzed it based on his own experience, not a child of a powerful family, but a fat sheep with no background, who can be 'slaughtered' with confidence.

After confirming the idea, he invited He Zi'an to sit down, and said with a smile: "To be honest, the painting is not the best, wait for me to take it down and borrow flowers to offer the Buddha, and wish the little master a successful career." ”

"Boss Han is polite, I have to make it clear to you, the painting is Monk Zhuhai's "Thief of Horses". He Zi'an said.

It's just a fool and loves to pretend, and the master has tasted it......

Han Yue believed in his own analysis more and more, and smiled sneering in his heart, and said, "I can see that the little master really likes it, and there is a way to ......."

A long list of unnutritious polite words, He Zi'an went in and out of his left ear and out of his right ear, and he pointed out the source of the work, which was intended to be written into the contract later, so as to prevent Han Yue from knowing the truth and finding a profiteer alliance to make trouble.

At this moment, Huang Fatzi entered the door with two scrolls and put them on the tea table, and then sat down beside Han Yue.

This time, the percentage of the commission given by the merchant is 20%, and the higher the price, the more you get, so she hinted to Han Yue with her eyes and shouted the price by herself.

In the two paintings, "Lotus Picture" took 20 yuan for the goods and 30 yuan for "Farm Courtyard Opera", Han Yue planned to increase it at least ten times, and when he received the eyes of the fat man, he gestured at the bottom of the table.

After the fat man Huang understood, he quietly stretched out his right index finger, hinting that he would directly bid for a thousand yuan.

Han Yue's eyes lit up and he made a gesture to make a deal.

The two thought they were well hidden, but they didn't know that it was transparent in He Zi'an's eyes.

"Little master, both paintings are from famous artists, and there are also lines with red prints on the ......" Huang Fat Man did his best to boast about the high price.

His smile is the same as that of Maitreya Buddha, which makes people feel peaceful.

However, it has no effect on He Zi'an, who has been through strong winds and waves in his previous life, he just drinks tea, and sometimes nods intimately, lest the fat man say that he is too anxious and loses his breath.

It's a pity that kindness didn't come in exchange for kindness, and the two people on the other side didn't take him seriously at all.

Han Yue stepped on the yellow fat man, and then smiled at He Zi'an He Zi'an, "The little master loves it so much, I will suffer a little loss, I will give you a 50% discount, and I will give you a thousand and a half for two paintings, so I should make a friend." ”

When the fat man heard this, he couldn't wait to kiss Han Yue on the face, after all, according to the 20% commission, he could get 300 yuan.

Subsequently, the two waited for He Zi'an's response according to their excited emotions.

He Zi'an didn't let them wait too long, put down the teacup with his right hand, and raised his index finger.

Thousand?

Han Yue and the others were not happy to reach the target price, but they reluctantly accepted it when they thought it would be the same as the preset.

"A hundred." He Zi'an opened his mouth and said.

Han Yue and the others stood up from their chairs suddenly, if it weren't for the fact that they still had to do business, they wanted to explode, how could there be a bargain on the floor in this world.

"Little master, the antique trade is not the recycling of old things." The yellow fat man said with a wry smile.

Han Yue nodded.

"I was negligent." He Zi'an said with apologies on his face, "Then add fifty more." ”

The two were not happy, and their faces were as black as charcoal

He Zi'an looked calm and said: "The author of "Agricultural Courtyard Opera" is called Huang Qinghe, who grew up in an era of turbulent times and people's minds, and his works combine the artistic conception of Chinese painting and the realism of Western painting.

He Zi'an saved face for the author, so he said it very implicitly, not explicitly saying that the painting was worthless, but it also made Huang Fatzi speechless for a while.

Although Han Yue has nothing to do with Huang Qinghe, he already understands that He Zi'an has a foundation, as a businessman, he is thick-skinned enough, and he is not affected by the price he shouted just now, so he hugged his fists and said: "The little master is really powerful, I really admire it, according to you, the price of the two paintings is one hundred and fifteen, and I look forward to cooperating with you more in the future." ”

He Zi'an's goal was to be regarded as a screen from Monk Zhuhai's "Thief of the Horse", there was no need to tear his face, and he nodded and agreed.

Then, the two parties signed a sales contract with Waki.

After that, He Zi'an held the three paintings, and left the Junzi Building under the disdainful gaze of the two.

"It's a day." He rode his tricycle slowly towards his home.

This trip was ridiculed by profiteers as a fat sheep, but the harvest was not small, find a good time and take a little effort to operate, "Thief Li Ma Tu" should be able to produce about 2,000 yuan, remove the cost, and achieve 10% of the goal of earning 7,000 yuan in a month, that is, about 1,300.