Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

If someone makes a game, it is not a pit, but several pits in a row. Li Mo pretended to glance at the past from time to time, which really gave the stall owner an opportunity. But he didn't greet Li Mo immediately, but to see what his reaction would be next.

"Boss, what's the price of this calligraphy in the early Qing Dynasty? Don't tell me any big reasons. We still have our own appraisal and judgment on this cursive script work. Give me a real price. If it is similar to our psychological price, Let's talk to you again, the price difference is too big, we will turn around and leave."

One of the chubby middle-aged men said with confidence.

The stall owner was a thin man in his fifties. He didn't offer an offer, but asked, "Do you know who wrote this calligraphy?"

"Boss, you don't believe our appraisal ability. This calligraphy work was written by Zhang Zhao, a calligrapher in the early Qing Dynasty. Just give us a price, and we can make our own judgment."

Li Mo still has a little understanding of Zhang Zhao, a historical figure. He was a Jinshi in the 48th year of Kangxi, went through three dynasties, and finally accompanied Emperor Qianlong for ten years.

This person is good at calligraphy and painting, and works poetry, and he is also the editor of many court dramas. If it was really the calligraphy he left behind, the market price should be around 700,000 to 800,000, not more than a million. After all, this person is not very famous in history.

"You two, it's easy if you understand. I'll give you a real price of 660,000 yuan for the calligraphy handed down from this picture. If you want to resell it later, there is enough profit margin. It will definitely be no problem to make a profit of 100,000 to 200,000 yuan. "

The two commenting middle-aged men looked at each other and shook their heads, and the other said, "In the antique market, Zhang Zhao is an unpopular person, and his truth is not worth so much. If this is the truth of Zhu Zhishan or Zhang Xudu's calligraphy, Let alone 660,000 yuan, even if it is ten times higher, we will buy it without hesitation."

Li Mo frowned slightly, thinking that what you think is too beautiful. The market value of the original Zhuzhishan Kuangcao "Humble Room Inscription" that he had found was about 150 million yuan, at least two hundred and fifty times the price of the so-called authentic Zhangzhao to be eligible to buy.

"What do you two mean?"

When the boss was asking, he had been paying attention to Li Mo from the corner of his eye. Seeing that he hadn't left, he listened with great interest and couldn't help but become more energetic.

"Sixty-six thousand."

When the boss heard the quotation, he immediately waved his hands and said, "Yesterday I bargained for 580,000 yuan alone and I didn't sell it. Your 66,000 yuan is just ridiculous. There is no need to talk to you about this business. Let me sell my antique calligraphy works." Put it down gently, and you will go back wherever you came from."

"Boss, didn't you ask us to make a price? Why are you still angry?"

"I'm not angry. What's wrong with me? I just won't talk to you. Let's go, don't delay my business."

"Boss, let's talk again."

The boss stretched out his hand and pushed them to stand far away. The two middle-aged men were still unwilling to leave, and seemed to want to talk again.

"Little brother, do you want to read words or paintings? What do you want to see? Let me recommend it to you."

Li Mo was finally able to speak: "I'll buy a painting for the elders."

"That's a coincidence. You can take a look at the authentic calligraphy of Zhang Zhao, a great calligrapher in the early Qing Dynasty, first, and I'll pick a few for you to compare."

Li Mo glanced at the cursive script work he handed over, waved his hand and said: "Forget it, you asked for 660,000 yuan, I don't want to cut it back and forth with you, and waste everyone's tongue in the end. Are all of them authentic antiques?"

"That's for sure. If you fake it, you will pay ten."

The boss patted his chest and promised.

"Oh, forget it, I just want to find a high imitation calligraphy and painting. You have authentic works here, and I can't afford it. I brought 50,000 today, and I want to find a few more when I meet the right one. go back."

After Li Mo finished speaking, he was about to leave, but the boss waved his hands and shouted: "Brother, don't rush away, what I put out today are all authentic antiques from the past dynasties, but the booth my wife put up has some high-end antiques." Imitation products can be delivered within three minutes of a phone call, okay? Just three minutes."

Regardless of Li Mo's answer or not, the boss has already taken out his mobile phone and started calling.

"Brother, do you want to see it?"

"Since the boss has it, let's wait and see."

"I'll be there soon, please wait a moment. Brother, would you like to take a look at the other calligraphy and paintings on the booth? There are also cheap ones. There are seven to eighty thousand, and there are more than one hundred thousand. They are not as good as you imagined. Very expensive."

"No, no, I don't know the real one, so I just bought a high-quality imitation. Just like porcelain, you can just buy something similar. But the boss, let me tell you clearly, a high-quality imitation must have the appearance of a high-quality imitation , it looks like it's fooling people, I don't have time to talk to you, I'll just turn around and leave."

"When you get there, you'll know that I didn't fool you."

A twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old man trotted over with two rolls on his back and a square box in his hand.

"Dad, here it is."

The boss poured out six scrolls from the roll, he picked up one of them, opened the outer package, and put it on the booth for Li Mo to see by himself.

Li Mo opened it, and it was a picture of a lonely bird. This is a work imitating Bada Shanren, Li Mo wanted to laugh a few times, but there were so many eyes staring at him all around, he could only resist the urge to complain.

"What do you think of Bada Shanren's typical masterpiece "Lone Bird Picture"?"

"The composition of the picture is okay, but the paper used and the way of mounting it are too clumsy. You can tell it's a modern imitation. Bada Shanren is from the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. You can see that the paper is still new for hundreds of years. Boss, Can you make a high-quality imitation product and go for snacks?"

What Li Mo said was well-founded, the boss was so stunned that he didn't know what to say. He could only smile, and handed Li Mo another scroll.

"Boss, you are even more exaggerated, and the fakes are too perfunctory. Look at the words on the paper of this scroll for yourself?"

Li Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pointed to a place on the scroll, which actually had the date of manufacture of the paper, which was less than a year old. After being used as a fake, they didn't even bother to dispose of the production date on it.

"Brother, look at one more, look at another one." The boss also looked embarrassed, he didn't expect the gadgets sent by his son to be full of flaws, and even his old face felt burned.

"Forget it, there's nothing to look forward to."

Li Mo said so, but his eyes swept over the box, and an imperceptible light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Brother, if you take another look at this, you won't be disappointed."

The boss quickly opened the box, took out a silk book from inside, and looked at Li Mo expectantly.

"Hey, this is interesting." Li Mo touched the cover with his hand and said in surprise, "This seems to be a cover made of nanmu."

"Brother, you still have good eyesight, this is not made by Nanmu."

Li Mo opened it with interest and said, "This is Fan Zhongyan's "The Story of Yueyang Tower"."

"Brother, take a closer look at the calligraphy on it, the paper used, and the seal inscription on the back. It is definitely a masterpiece among high imitations."

Li Mo looked at it carefully for a while before asking: "It's not bad, boss, please make a price."

"Brother, we are destined. I am also happy that you can see this. If you give me 48,000, we will be friends."

"Forty-eight thousand?" Li Mo was very disappointed when he heard the price, "Boss, this price is a bit expensive. If you are willing to transfer it, I can offer eighteen thousand."

"Eighteen thousand is not enough, too little." The boss shook his head, and took the silk calligraphy from Li Mo's hand.

Li Mo just wanted to negotiate the price with him again, when he saw the two middle-aged men who hadn't left all this time come up and said with a smile: "Boss, can you show us the calligraphy of Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower" too?"

"certainly."

After taking it, the two middle-aged people got together and discussed in a low voice.

"It looks really good, and it's interesting."

"Do you think you can get it?"

"I think it's okay. If you resell it and make hundreds of thousands, it should be no problem."

One of the men said with a smile: "Boss, if you don't sell it for 18,000 yuan, how about we willing to pay an extra two thousand yuan?"

Li Mo frowned and said, "I'm sorry, I'm still negotiating with the boss, isn't it kind of you to do this?"

"Brother, what you said is meaningless. In the auction house, the highest bidder wins. Besides, the boss didn't agree with the price you offered, so why can't we bid to buy it?"

"Twenty-five thousand, I bought the silk copy, boss."

Li Mo raised his voice a little.

"Boss, if we offer 28,000 yuan, then you should transfer it to us."

"Thirty thousand." Li Mo didn't lose the slightest bit.

"Thirty-three thousand, we are going to order this silk book."

"Forty thousand." Li Mo looked determined to win.

"Hey, you are still fighting with us, and we are still afraid that you will fail. Boss, we will offer 45,000." One of the men shouted with his arms akimbo, and then several people looked at Li Mo to see what price he would offer . But the scene became quiet for an instant, because Li Mo didn't increase the price, but said reluctantly: "I only have 50,000 on me, and I will give you this silk book."

Uh, your must-buy attitude just now.

The two middle-aged men were a little dumbfounded, and the boss was also a little confused. Wasn't the confrontation between the two sides just now very hot, why did it die down in a blink of an eye?

"Boss, they are 45,000, you should be able to sell them."

The boss's face suddenly collapsed, but then he shook his head and said: "Forty-eight thousand, not even one point less."

"Boss, you can't do business like this. We can offer up to 45,000 yuan, and we won't buy any more."

The boss snorted softly and said, "I won't sell anything less."

"That's such a pity, let's go." The two men left with a bit of regret. This time they walked away in a hurry without any nostalgia.

As soon as they left, the boss had a smile on his face again: "Brother, didn't you bid 40,000 just now, this business has been concluded."

"Eighteen thousand, if you agree, I will take it away. If you say no again, we can only leave with regret."

Zhu Caicai had already figured it out in her heart, and she said appropriately, "Brother, I don't think this silk book is even a high-quality imitation, it's 18,000 high, and I think it's as high as 8,000 at most."

When the boss heard this, he quickly smiled at Li Mo and said, "Brother, this business is according to your wishes, and the deal is 18,000."

"Sister, pay."

Li Mo put the silk book with a nanmu cover back into the square box, and then asked the boss to pack it with a rope. When Cai Cai paid for the goods, he lifted the box and said to the boss: "Boss, I wish you a lot of money."

"Brother, come here again when you have time. The first time is raw and the second time is acquaintance. If you find a good one, I will keep it for you first. We will talk about the price when you are satisfied."

"Okay, let's meet again when we have a chance."

After Li Mo took five steps, he stretched out his hand and waved it backwards until they turned into the avenue, and the two middle-aged men who had left before reappeared.

"Boss, we almost failed the show just now, how much did the kid finally pay for it?"

The boss glared at them and said, "Don't make such a fuss in the future. That young man doesn't look like a novice. Fortunately, the price you quoted didn't exceed mine all of a sudden. Otherwise, it depends on how you two end up."

"Boss, no matter how dangerous the process is, at least we have completed this business."

"It's not bad. I've never heard of the "Yueyang Tower" calligraphy written by Fan Zhongyan himself. We bought it for 2,000 yuan and made 16,000 yuan. According to the agreement, each of you brothers can buy it." One thousand and five points. I will continue to work hard and strive to open a few more orders today."

"Thank you boss."

"Thank you boss."

Li Mo didn't know how they distributed the benefits, but he knew that he had found a piece of calligraphy that was not bad.

"Brother, did you just buy a calligraphy written by Fan Zhongyan?"

"You think too much. If it's really his own handwriting, it's really a big deal."

Cai Cai said in surprise, "Could it be fake, then why did you buy it just now?"

"There's a milk tea shop over there, order two cups of milk tea, and I'll explain to you slowly."

Cai Cai ran to the milk tea shop and ordered two large cups of Zongxiang Coconut Milk Tea, and then walked into the shop with Li Mo to find a seat facing each other.

Li Mo took a long sip, the cool taste just relieved the dryness and heat brought by the stamina of the rice wine, the coconut fragrance was quite strong, and the faint sweet aroma.

Open the box and take out the silk copybook, the content is "Yueyang Tower".

"About Fan Zhongyan's Yueyang Tower, we all learned it when we were young, but the only thing we can remember is the phrase 'worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joy later'. It is definitely a famous masterpiece, passed down through the ages. There are many in the past. Calligraphers have written "Yueyang Tower", and now the second floor of Yueyang Tower is displayed on the second floor of the Qing Dynasty calligrapher Zhang Zhao, and the two men just said that Zhang Zhao's cursive script is the same person."

"Then in addition to the one written by Zhang Zhao, the one in our hand is also considered one. The inscription left at the end is 'Secretary Fan Zhongyan', but why do I say it is not his authentic work? What is the problem? To identify a calligraphy and painting Whether it is true or false, first of all we have to look at it from the style of calligraphy.”

"This calligraphy has the taste of Yan Zhenqing in the Tang Dynasty. Some of the characters are very thick and powerful. At the same time, some characters also have the essence of Mi Fu in the Song Dynasty. You can see the character 'he' in it, which is very typical of Mi Fu. However, Mi Fu was from the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty. Fan Zhongyan was earlier than him, from the early Northern Song Dynasty, so if there are traces of Mi Fu in this calligraphy, it means that the time of this calligraphy must be in the past. pushed back."

Zhu Caicai stared at those words with wide eyes, feeling extremely depressed, she couldn't read anything.

"Of course, there are traces of Zhao Mengfu from the Yuan Dynasty in some characters, so judging from the calligraphy style, this work may be later than the Yuan Dynasty."