"Professor Xiang, it was Zhang Hanguang who gave you the news, right?"

"It has nothing to do with him, it's your teacher, who said that there are paintings of Bada Shanren, and we are here!"

No way.

The paintings of the Bada Shanren are quite valuable, but they are not scarce, and hundreds of them have been handed down, and the three old professors don't like to see them for a long time.

There are also the Forbidden City and the National Museum, each with more than a dozen paintings, and He Anbang and Lu Benzhi are not unlucky.

Even Ma Xianming and Yang Lichuan couldn't make a trip, even for the sake of verification, they could send a team leader and deputy team leader to take a look.

So, it's for the treasure.

Forget it, just watch it!

Li Ding'an sighed, opened the door of the basement, and a group of mermaids rushed in.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, the three old professors stared at the pillar, and He Anbang stretched out his head to take a look inside.

The rest of the people had their eyes lit up and gathered around in unison.

The height of the floor is four meters, and the pillars are also four meters, not very wide, about one meter and five or six, and three layers of bricks are built on each side, and there are fifty or sixty centimeters of hollow left in the middle, but the things that can't be hidden are not ordinary.

Look again, it is empty, except for rotten bricks, it is still rotten bricks.

He Anbang turned on the flashlight and looked up and down for a long time: "Where's the thing?" ”

How innocent Li Ding'an is: "What? ”

Gold and silver, of course......

His lips twitched, and he was about to say something, but Uncle Chen stopped again: "Don't worry, look at the painting first!" ”

"Okay, let's look at the painting first!"

He Anbang scratched his forehead, looking puzzled: where can he hide in just one night's work?

I didn't hide it at all, just in a few boxes next to it, the lid of the box was not tightly covered, and it was still shining silver.

But Lao He was guilty of being dark under the lamp, and he couldn't see it with his eyes open.

Secretly funny, Li Dingan took them inside.

It's a bit messy: the boxes are all over the place, the things are not littered, and they are sorted, but they are many and miscellaneous.

robes, robes, scriptures, rubbings, ritual instruments...... Stacked next to each other, piled up haphazardly.

The four sacrificial vessels, the deng, the bean, the gui, and the fang, were all made of iron, and they were placed on the other side.

The color is pitch black, black and blue, just like the incense burner in the temple: it has been used for at least a hundred years.

Look at the statues again, such as the Pure Patriarch and the Xuanwu Zhenjun...... There is no need for Li Ding'an to explain at all, everyone present knows who these two are.

It is equivalent to from Zhu Yuanzhang to Chongzhen, there are many emperors in the sixteenth generation of the Ming Dynasty, what is this not the Zhu family's temple?

A few people looked at the boxes next to them, covered with lids, and didn't know what was inside, with more than 20 pouches on them.

Yes, the treatment is much better than the two sacrificial blue and sacrificial red above, at least it is not used to pad the table legs......

Unfasten the lock, press the spring button again, and with a "collapse" sound, the box cover automatically pops up, and there is a painting scroll lying in the middle.

Xiang Zhiqing put on gloves before taking out the painting.

The standing statue on silk is excellently preserved, the color is clear, the overall coordination, the clothing lines are rigorous and smooth, the brushwork is concise, and the image is three-dimensional and distinctive.

The only thing is not good, the face is too hideous, the good six ancestors of Zen Buddhism, Huineng, painted like Zhong Kui?

"The pen and ink are concise, and the eight are in the same vein, the pen is rough, the edge is exposed, Niu Shihui is undoubtedly writing!"

Xiang Zhiqing made a final decision, and Yang Lichuan nodded frequently.

These two are the authorities of the domestic calligraphy and painting circles, and when they make a conclusion, others will naturally not question it.

Yang Lichuan unfolded the second one, this one is a statue of Daoxin, with a cool expression, a fierce face, and a painting style.

"It's still Niu Shihui!"

handed it to Yang Lichuan and put it back into the bag, Xiang Zhiqing opened the third one: "Bright face, bright teeth, red lips, pink cheeks...... Heavy makeup, fighting green, glamorous, glamorous but not vulgar, and the atmosphere is high...... Tang Yin's real work! ”

Ma Xianming gritted his teeth and smiled: "Maybe you can shoot billions!" ”

Li Ding'an glared at him: billions of people?

There are rumors on the Internet that Tang Bohu's authentic "Falling Flower Poems" collected by the Princeton University Museum in the United States has been estimated at 1.3 billion US dollars, equivalent to nearly 10 billion yuan.

This is very nonsense, the authentic work is collected in the Suzhou Museum, where did the United States get the second one?

It is also said that in 2013, Sotheby's auctioned Tang Yin's vertical scroll "Lushan Waterfall View" in New York, starting at 300 million US dollars, and finally sold for 590 million US dollars, plus a handling fee of 4 billion yuan.

But that painting is still hanging in the Bay Island Palace Museum, and even Su Fubi himself wondered: I haven't taken it?

In fact, it was two fake news concocted by the collection institution in a hurry to sell Tang Yin's paintings.

To date, Tang Bohu's most expensive painting is "Moon Spring Picture Scroll", which was auctioned by Baoli in 2017 and has a commission of 92 million.

The heart of the painting is only three square feet, but the inscription is one and a half times the heart of the painting: the inscription of Zhuzhishan is two hundred and sixty-four, the inscription of Wen Zhengming is fifty-nine, and the two people each leave two seals.

How famous these two are, everyone who knows knows that characters are more expensive than paintings, and the price of calligraphy works is basically three times that of paintings for the same size.

Zhu Zhishan is a little worse, last year's auction of a "Cursive Long Scroll", nearly 1,000 words, 30 million transactions, an average of 30,000 per word.

Wen Zhengming's calligraphy works are expected to increase by five or six times: the calligraphy "Miscellaneous Poetry Scroll" was auctioned for more than 80 million, plus a handling fee of nearly 100 million, a total of 670 words, 140,000 yuan per word.

Of course, this is unfair, but in all fairness: without the inscriptions of these two men, the price of the Moon Spring Picture Scroll would have shrunk by at least thirty percent. That's five or six million.

This is Tang Yin's best figure painting, and the price should be slightly higher, but if you stand in the perspective of "portrait of Zhu Chenhao, King of Daming Ning", it is 100% of "a major historical figure with important historical research value", a proper first-class cultural relic.

It can't be sold, and the valuation is valuation......

Yang Lichuan put it back again, Xiang Zhiqing opened the fourth one, and then he was stunned.

Knowing that something more remarkable had been discovered, the others rushed forward.

An inscription, without any backdrop, is indistinguishable from the illustration of a figure in a language book from an old time: a yellowed silk in white, depicting a monk with a hat.

Titled "Silent Little Image", who is silent, of course I don't know.

Tripartite seal: silent, ploughing the mountain, turning upside down but not topping...... I've never heard of it.

The problem is that it is too recognizable, whether it is clothing, physiognomy, and expression, it is eighty percent similar to the "Little Statue of a Mountain" collected by the Palace Museum.

Even Chen Jingshu can recognize them at a glance, let alone them?

Looking at the technique and brushwork, it is completely different from that one:

His clothes are wrinkled like a sword, and sharp as a knife. The beard is like a linen, criss-crossed, staggered, sparse and intermittent...... Axe splitting, draping linen, rice dots, classic techniques in landscape painting, but used to paint figures, and the Bada Shanren have done it.

The pen is concise and concise, both form and spirit, cherishing ink like gold, the pen is skillful and spicy, and Xiao Suo's loneliness jumps on the paper. As Zheng Banqiao commented: There are no ink spots and many tears, and the mountains and rivers are still the old mountains and rivers......

Yang Lichuan looked at it for a long time, and sighed long: "The one in the Forbidden City was painted by his friend Huang Ping'an, but this one is not!" ”

"Definitely not...... Look here! Xiang Zhiqing pointed to the title "Do this for the rest!" ”

Painted yourself?

Looking at the time again, "there is one in fifty", it was three years after he asked Huang Ping'an to paint "A Small Portrait of a Mountain", so nine times out of ten it was based on that temporary recruitment.

The key is the first half of the sentence: passing by the sub-house, the family is safe and healthy......

It is generally recognized in the historical circles that the Bada Mountain People have no queen, so how can this be said?

All overthrown.

Wu Xiang was busy......

Xiang Zhiqing continued to scroll down: Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di, Zhu Quan, Chongzhen, Queen Ma, Queen Xu, Queen Zhou...... Seven more.

If we only talk about economic value: there are more than 300 hand-me-down works of Bada Shanren, and there are more than 100 auction records alone, the highest is more than 100 million, and the lowest is more than 30 million.

It is difficult to infer the specific time of creation, but looking at the style of painting, it is not earlier than "Silent Portrait", which should have been painted after the age of 50, which is already the period of creation.

Anyway, no matter how you estimate it, it will not be lower than Tang Yin's one.

However, in the same way, these seven paintings are all inscriptions, and from the perspective of historical research, it is no longer a question of how much they are worth......

Xiang Zhiqing put away the last painting, stopped talking, and hesitated for a long time.

Others have similar expressions, wanting to say something, but don't know how to say it.

Li Dingan smiled casually: "Don't worry, I'm not ready to sell!" ”

Everyone looked relieved, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

He Anbang was relieved and patted Li Ding'an's shoulder: "It's good if you don't sell it, I've been worried all night!" ”

"Even if I want to sell, someone has to dare to buy it!"

Li Ding'an was both moved and puzzled: "You are not far away, just to persuade me?" ”

"More than ......," He Anbang looked left and right, "You say first, what about the treasure?" ”

Li Dingan deliberately teased him: "This is not enough? ”

"Hurry up...... I'm talking about gold and silver ingots! ”

"Haha...... Did you say it earlier? ”

Li Ding'an lifted the bag box and lifted it with his hand: a half-meter square wooden box, and silver ingots the size of eggs were piled up to the top.

He Anbang perked up and picked up one.

The upper circle and the lower flat are ten taels of steamed bread silver in the Qing Dynasty, the color is warm and moist, the whole body is silver gray, the five sides are smooth, and the bottom has a fine honeycomb.

The top is engraved with a stamp: from right to left, it is June of the third year of Jiaqing, Jiangxi Guanyin, No. 1 Shiliang, and Nanchang County.

There's no toning, and it's quite bright, and at first glance, it looks like an imitation.

There is no need to doubt the authenticity or falsity, there is no need to identify it, He Anbang threw it away and picked up the second one.

Quadrangular, the standard Jiangxi ten taels of treasure, stamped as the first year of Daoguang Anfu County official silver.

picked up the third ingot, and it became the horseshoe silver of Wanzai County.

Looking at the boxes again, the shapes are unequal, the sizes are similar, and they are all ten taels of ingots.

It's worth a little money, almost two or three thousand, and the expensive one is forty or fifty thousand, this box should have two or three hundred ingots, and there are two boxes next to it, which are also full.

It's a lot, if it's auctioned, two or three million are still there, but if it's a treasure...... It doesn't seem to be okay?

He Anbang didn't bother to ask, and opened the second box again.

This time it is a lot bigger, all fifty taels, there are Yongzheng boat-shaped ingots, there are Qianlong horseshoe silver, there are Jiaqing Fangbao, and there are also archway ingots that only exist in Guangxu.

They are all fist-size, and there will be one box, but compared to the three boxes just now, the price is only high.

The lowest price is Qianlong horseshoe silver, because of the long reign, the ingot shape is the most common, one ingot is seventy or eighty thousand. Jiaqing Fangbao is slightly better, the auction transaction records are more than 200,000 yuan, the most expensive is Yongzheng official silver and archway ingots, more than one ingot is millions, less than seven or eight hundred thousand.

Count them down...... The total agent touches about 100 spindles, and it's okay!

Lifting the third sip, He Anbang nodded: Finally, there is a treasure to look like.

The eyes of the others couldn't help but squint: yellow and shiny, there were gold bills, there were gold cakes, there were also enamel codes, and there were two ends wide and the middle was thin.

The small ones are like fingers, only one or two taels, and the big ones are like fists, and the standard one hundred taels of gold ingots. The shapes are different, and the inscriptions are also varied: blessing, longevity, happiness, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, and stamps such as peace and well-being.

"Private?"

"Or else?"

Regardless of the Ming and Qing dynasties, the government did not cast gold ingots, and the people could only cast them privately.

The value of cultural relics is not high, and it is two or three times higher than the value of gold itself, and in terms of it, it is not as good as the box of fifty taels of silver in the Qing Dynasty just now......

Li Dingan opened the fourth sip, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief: Daming ingots, forty-eight taels of silver.

Five years ago, the Chinese court network released a case: a cultural relics department in a certain city received a report that a farmer in a certain county dug up a treasure from his homestead when building a house, and the staff rushed to the scene and confiscated more than ten ingots of Daming ingots, silver bills, and copper coins on the spot.

After about half a year, the ingots were returned, saying that they were fakes.

The farmer's intuition was greasy, and he took a test of a certain institution, and the result was a new cast, and the casting period was no more than three months, and the potion was old.

Then, he pulled out the silver ingot contract transfer case that shocked the whole country.

At that time, in order to determine the value of the case, the judicial department specially invited experts, and each ingot was valued at 2 million.

Here, there are a full box, and there are hundreds of ingots at a fraction......

But for some reason, He Anbang always felt that something was missing: the so-called King Ning Chongbao, that's it?

After thinking about it carefully, I pondered: five or six boxes of gold and silver, but not enough to cover a few paintings?

Not to mention such a large ancient mansion?

"That's all?"

There must be more than that, in addition to gold and silver, there are two boxes of pearls, but they are already yellow, gray and gray, and they are gray when they touch one hand......

After thinking about it for a while, Li Dingan sighed: It's all here......

He looked left and right, and lifted a wooden box from the side of the silver chest.

The classic things of the seventies and eighties, the box surface is framed with the auspicious pattern of the dragon and phoenix, and the iron plate lock has been twisted into two.

When the lid of the box was opened, a wooden grid was crisscrossed next to a wooden grid, each of which was stuffed with cotton, and another layer was covered on it, and I don't know what it contained.

"It has a sense of age, and if you put it for a few more decades, this box will become a cultural relic."

Casually joking, Ma Xianming tore off the cotton in a grid, glanced at it again, and leaned back violently.

What is this?

The yellow light is shiny, the bottom is boxy, about the size of a palm, but it is very thin, only three centimeters.

There was a turtle lying on it......

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and lifted it up with a twisted turtle button.

Four seal scripts: The Treasure of King Ning.

He Anbang was next to him, and his hands were faster than electricity.

1 Grid...... 2 Blocks ...... Three-grid ......

King Ning's Golden Book...... Lou Fei Jade Book...... The Silver Book of the Prince......

This is a treasure...... (End of chapter)