"Boss, this is a painting passed down from my ancestors, a bamboo and stone picture of Zheng Banqiao." The face of the rag was solemn. "Hey... The ancestors said that this is a family heirloom, and it has to be passed down from generation to generation. Even if it is sold, it cannot be sold... But, hey, my son recently fell in love with a city girl and insisted on getting married. He had to buy a house in the city. I really had no choice but to raise money at home, so I had to take out the heirloom and sell it."

"What? Zheng Banqiao's painting?" Hearing this, Boss Zuo's voice trembled!

A face was completely excited.

Damn? Zheng Banqiao? Bamboo and stone pictures?

If this is an authentic work, how much is it worth?

So it's not against the will of heaven?

Zheng Banqiao is an outstanding artistic celebrity in Chinese history.

The main representative of the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou".

He is famous all over the world for his three supernatural "poetry, calligraphy, and painting".

He is good at painting flowers, wood, stone, and orchids and bamboos.

I painted the most bamboos in my life, followed by orchids and stones.

There are not many works by Zheng Banqiao in later generations, so each of them is extremely precious.

There were some terrifying data flowing in Boss Zuo’s mind, and these data were all astronomical numbers!

Zheng Banqiao made in 1756, and the auction price was 46 million in 2011

Zheng Banqiao was a vertical shaft in 1762 and was auctioned for 36 million in 2010.

Zheng Banqiao was made in 1763 and was auctioned in 2014 for 51 million.

...

In other words, if this junk collector and the so-called heirloom at hand is the original work of Zheng Banqiao, then it is something worth tens of millions!

Boss Zuo has been living in the antique collection industry for most of his life, but he has never handled such a priceless treasure!

"Come... show me." Boss Zuo forced himself to suppress his excitement and quickly brought the ragged one to a table.

"Feiyan, let's go over and take a look." Huang Xiaolong walked over with Cui Feiyan with a smile.

Boss Zuo carefully took the scroll from the rag-collection hand and gently unfolded it on the table.

I saw that the painting was about 170 cm long and about 90 cm wide. It was indeed a picture of bamboo and stone. The bamboo stood up one after another and rushed straight to the sky. Each leaf had a different expression, with a bright and smooth color, and vividly expressed the texture of bamboo. In terms of composition, the positional relationship between bamboo and stone is handled very harmoniously with the words in the poem. The delicate and clear beauty of bamboo further sets off another style of stone.

Boss Zuo took out a magnifying glass and ruler, repeatedly measured, enjoyed, and identified...

Just as Boss Zuo was focusing on identifying this bamboo and stone picture, a hint of cunning that was not easy to detect was passed through his eyes, but he soon returned to his honest and stupid appearance.

All of this was seen by Huang Xiaolong standing aside.

At this time, a strange light appeared in Huang Xiaolong's eyes!

It seems that something has been discovered!

"Haha~" Ten minutes later, Boss Zuo put down the tool in his hand and rubbed his forehead, but a look of extreme disappointment appeared on his face.

"Boss, what do you say? Look, how much is my heirloom worth?" said with a humble attitude of collecting rags.

"Hahahaha, you are a complete fake!" Boss Zuo sneered. "I'll just say that, you can pass on the original works of Zheng Banqiao from your ancestors? If it is an authentic work, it will be a ghost!"

"Ah?! No! This is passed down from my ancestors for generations!" He collected the rags and beat his chest and stamped his feet. "How can it be a fake? No! Absolutely not!"

"Okay, okay, don't pretend. To identify the authenticity of a painting, we need to look at it from three aspects: one is the painting itself, the second is the signature, and the third is the seal." Boss Zuo sneered. "First of all, the style of Zheng Banqiao's creation is summarized, that is, a few words "repeated and complicated and thin, leaving all the thinness". Therefore, his painting method is very simple. The whole picture is simple and bright, with clear bamboo and beautiful stones. The momentum is handsome, the wind is so scattered, and it stands proudly and upright, and it is arrogant. However, this fake has a slightly more complex composition. The bamboo is painted in a fat state, which is seriously inconsistent with Zheng Banqiao's "thinness"."

"Along with the signature, Zheng Banqiao's characters have always been of different sizes and are tilted, with the charm of "storks on the streets and wormwood in the waves". They show their free and unrestrainedness. The signature of this fake is too fair and rigorous, and it is not Zheng Banqiao's characters."

Boss Zuo was talking eloquently, and the person who collected the rag was stunned and forgot to disguise him.

"From these two aspects, your bamboo and stone picture is a fake!" Boss Zuo looked at the rags with contempt, "Do you still want to fool me?"

"Hahahaha~ Awesome! Boss, it's so amazing! Well, I won't say much, boss, how much can you pay for this painting?" The honest expression on the face of Treasure Fade faded, and replaced it with a smart face.

Cui Feiyan frowned from the side and whispered to Huang Xiaolong. "Xiaolong, these two people are more than the other, and they are all guys full of bad water."

"Hehehehe, they are all fools." Huang Xiaolong grinned, pointing out something.

"How much do you want?" Boss Zuo asked back.

"This...boss, 200,000 yuan, take the painting away!" The ragged gritted his teeth, and a look of feeling reluctant to give up was revealed on his face.

"You are still pretending?" Boss Zuo's face turned gloomy. "Your fake was copied in the late Qing Dynasty. It has a certain history. The painter is also careless and has some collection value. However, 200,000? Why don't you grab it! 10,000 yuan! I can only pay 10,000 yuan!"

OK, this wave of selling prices is very powerful, and it directly killed from 200,000 to 10,000.

Boss Zuo is really a very sharp and tough character!

"Boss, I don't talk nonsense anymore. If 10,000 doesn't work, just 20,000. 10,000 really won't work." The person who collected the junk told his bottom line.

"Hahaha, do you think my surname Zuo is a sucker? 10,000 yuan, I can only pay 10,000 yuan. If you want to sell, sell it. If you don't want to sell, please ask for it." Boss Zuo said with a squinted eye.

His vision is very vicious. If he is asked to take action on this fake, it will be at most 150,000 to 20,000. If 10,000 yuan is collected, there will be a profit of several thousand yuan.

More than 10,000 is meaningless.

Just then!

Huang Xiaolong, who had been standing next to him and never spoke, finally spoke.

He said lazily, "Come on, I'll pay 20,000 yuan, give me this painting."

Forehead?

Boss Zuo, the one who collected the rags, and Cui Feiyan, looked at Huang Xiaolong at the same time.

"Puff~" Boss Zuo couldn't help laughing, his eyes full of disdain, "Young man, why are you going here to join us? I've already explained it very clearly. This painting is a fake, a full fake, and you still pay 20,000 yuan? To be honest, even if I have been in this industry for so many years, relying on my connections, I will go out. This fake, which is about 15,000 yuan, I bought it for 10,000 yuan, which means I can earn 5,000 yuan..."
Chapter completed!