Detective from the future

Chapter 248 Guo Ziyi

"Old Lin, we have known each other for so many years, tell me, how much do you want to sell for this painting?" Wang Qingsheng asked.

"Yes, we are not outsiders, and we don't have so many twists and turns, this number." Lao Lin gave a slap.

"fifty thousand?"

"Yes, if you think it's suitable, you can take this painting; if you don't, let's continue drinking tea and chatting." Lao Lin said with a smile.

Wang Qingsheng didn't answer, got up and walked to the desk, took out the magnifying glass and continued to look at the painting.

Lao Lin didn't care either, he didn't really come to drink tea, the most important thing was to draw and make money.

Han Bin had nothing to do, so while drinking tea, he asked Lao Lin about the antique business.

Lao Lin's full name is Lin Zhongqi, and his hometown is Xiaogang Village near Qindao. He came to Qindao in his early 20s and stayed in the antique circle for more than 20 years. He has a house and a car in Qindao City, and his life is pretty good.

Wang Qingsheng looked at the painting for ten minutes before putting away the magnifying glass and walking over.

Han Bin poured out the herbal tea and added a new cup of tea to Wang Qingsheng.

Wang Qingsheng took a sip of tea and asked, "Old Lin, can this painting be cheaper?"

"Brother Wang, you should be very clear that Han Xuankun is a well-known ink painter in Qindao. His paintings are definitely worth the price and have great potential for appreciation. If I didn't have spare money, I would also like to keep this painting and hang it up." Keep it as a family heirloom in your own home."

"Old Lin, you have a lot of treasures, and this one is not bad." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.

Lin Zhongqi pondered for a moment: "Well, since you have spoken, brother, I have to give you face. I'm giving you two thousand dollars cheaper. If you think it's suitable, you can take it. If it's not suitable, let's continue drinking tea."

Wang Qingsheng stroked his chin, thought for a while and said, "I'm not sure about it for a while, I have to think about it."

"No problem." Lin Zhongqi snorted and drank another cup of tea.

The three chatted for a while, and when it was noon, Wang Qingsheng invited Lin Zhongqi to have dinner together, but he politely declined.

After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingsheng couldn't help asking: "Binzi, do you think there is something wrong with this painting?"

Han Bin shook his head: "I didn't see it."

"Old Lin, what do you think?"

"I don't have much contact with them, so it's hard to tell how they are. However, during the time we met today, he didn't show any sign of lying." Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng smiled and thought to himself, this kid still treats him as a prisoner.

"Uncle, do you want to accept this painting?" Han Bin asked.

Wang Qingsheng frowned and said, "Not sure."

"Is there a problem with the painting?"

"There are no problems with the ink, handwriting, paper, imprint, and decoration of the painting, but I am a little uncertain about the inscription next to it." Wang Qingsheng frowned.

Han Bin recalled: "Suddenly heard that the Nine Heavens Black Crane passed by, dare to ask the fairy family where to find it?"

"Yes, these two poems are written in lower case. This is not Han Xuankun's usual handwriting. Although it is somewhat similar to Han Xuankun's handwriting, there are some differences." Wang Qingsheng explained.

There are a lot of fake antiques, calligraphy and paintings, no matter how similar other places are, but if there is a flaw, I dare not accept it easily.

If you hit a hole, you will lose a lot if you buy a counterfeit product.

"Uncle, you are right. I also don't think the inscription is Han Xuankun's handwriting." Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng was a little surprised: "Since when did your kid study calligraphy?"

"I don't have a special study of calligraphy, I just learned some knowledge of handwriting identification." Han Bin said.

"Tsk tsk, you're fine, kid. I've used your criminal investigation skills in calligraphy appraisal." Wang Qingsheng smiled, with a tone of a school exam:
"Then tell me, what is the difference between these two poems and Han Xuankun's handwriting?"

"As the saying goes, a character is like a person. Everyone's writing style is different, and there are several common manifestations, such as the layout of the entire handwriting, the size, shape and structure of characters, changes in writing speed and strength, etc." Han Bin recalled for a moment, then continued:

"Compared with Han Xuankun's handwriting, those two poems are obviously more powerful, and the ending is more mellow, and the partial connection of individual characters is more natural."

"According to your evaluation, this person's calligraphy is better than Han Xuankun's?" Wang Qingsheng asked back.

"Uncle, I don't know if you have heard of 'Yu Jiang San Ren." Han Bin asked irrelevantly.

"Yujiang Sanren, I seem to have a little impression." Wang Qingsheng muttered, rubbing his double chin and thinking for a while: "There is a calligrapher in Lingnan, Guo Ziyi, whose alias is Yujiang Sanren."

"Yes, I personally feel that these two inscriptions are very similar to Guo Ziyi's handwriting." Han Bin said.

When Han Bin was learning handwriting identification skills, he also instilled in his mind a large number of handwriting and characteristics of famous calligraphers.

"Tsk tsk, Guo Ziyi is also a famous calligrapher. His calligraphy is rarely sold to the outside world. If it is really his inscription, the value of this painting will be even higher." Wang Qingsheng showed a hint of expectation, which was a surprise.

"Although I know handwriting identification, I am a layman after all. You have to estimate the value of this painting yourself." Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng said subconsciously: "Now it seems that this painting is either a copy, and the inscription is also fake; or even Lao Lin doesn't know about the inscription, otherwise, this old boy will not bid more than [-]."

Before they knew it, the two had left the Antique Street, and Han Bin glanced around: "Uncle, what shall we have for lunch?"

"What did you say?" Wang Qingsheng didn't seem to hear clearly.

"I said what's for lunch?"

Wang Qingsheng waved his hand: "I don't care about this now. You go home first, and I'll study it later. If it's really Guo Ziyi's inscription, then I'll make a lot of money. I have to get the painting quickly."

"Uncle, don't be impulsive, study it carefully, think about it more, and it won't be too late to accept the painting." It was the first time Han Bin used the handwriting identification skill, and he couldn't guarantee that it would be [-]% effective.

"Don't worry, I've been playing literature and entertainment for half my life, so I'm not so easy to be fooled." Wang Qingsheng patted Han Bin on the shoulder, turned around and went back to Antique Avenue.

Han Bin shook his head and smiled wryly: "Well, today's big meal has been ruined."

Han Bin was not in a hurry to go home. He found a restaurant to have some food, and went for a stroll by the beach. Although it is a coastal city, he was busy with work all day, so he didn't come to the beach many times.

The last time I came to the beach, it seemed that I was still dating Tan Jingya, so I thought about it pretty quickly.

Looking at the endless sea, feeling his insignificance, the troubles in his heart and the pressure of work dissipated a lot, Han Bin wore earphones, listened to the novel and took a taxi home.

When I got home, I accompanied my mother to see and go through the Guandong, and told my mother about collecting paintings this morning. Before I knew it, it was getting dark outside.

In the evening, Han Bin cooks in person and cooks four dishes and one soup, all of which his parents like to eat, which can be regarded as his filial piety.

　The next chapter is a new case.

　　The outline and plot of the case have long been thought out.

　　When writing the outline today, I discovered a loophole in the case.

　　Still sorting out.

　　I am a perfectionist. (Pain!)

　　The details of the case did not go smoothly, so I dare not start writing lightly, otherwise it would be embarrassing if I could not be convicted in the middle of the writing.

　　Just one update today.

　　Sort out the details.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)