Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 30 Two Concepts
When Shen Yunfeng heard the strange man say that the box contained Leng Mei's paintings, his heart moved slightly.

Leng Mei, courtesy name Jichen, nicknamed Jinmen Painting History, was born in Jiaozhou, Shandong, and was a court painter in the Qing Dynasty. He was good at drawing figures and boundary paintings, especially ladies.

The handed down paintings of Leng Mei enshrined by the Qing court have undergone many vicissitudes and changes. It is a pity that in the well-known unprecedented catastrophe, many of Leng Mei's meticulous posthumous works in the Old Summer Palace were looted and burned by two robbers. Turned into ashes, and now folks rarely see each other again.

"Oh, this is also the appraiser in the store." The strange man glanced at Shen Yunfeng who was standing at the counter, "Hehe, so young, I thought he was the guy at the counter."

As he spoke, he opened the box, took out a scroll and unfolded it slowly.

Shen Yunfeng didn't care what the strange man said, his eyes followed the movements of the man's hands to watch the ancient painting gradually appearing in front of him.

The moment the strange man opened all the scrolls, Shen Yunfeng clearly felt the ancient book in his mind slowly flipping.

Because I haven't been in contact with ancient paintings yet, I haven't received feedback from ancient books for the time being.But just from this point, Shen Yunfeng knew that the ancient painting held by the strange man was indeed as he said, and it was authentic.

Holding a magnifying glass, Song Yijiang carefully looked at the entire ancient painting twice, then looked up at Shen Yunfeng.

At this time, Shen Yunfeng's eyes had just moved away from the ancient painting, and when he looked up, he saw Song Yijiang's gaze.

The two of them nodded at the same time in a very fast manner.

"Ahem, it's indeed Leng Mei's authentic work." Song Yijiang praised, then looked at the strange man and said, "How much do you plan to sell, sir?"

"The two are masters sitting in the hall. Naturally, they should know that there are very few paintings by Leng Mei." The strange man slowly put away the ancient paintings and put them back in the box, and then continued, "Since it is confirmed to be authentic, then I'll just say the price."

The strange man looked up at Song Yijiang, and made a gesture, "If I don't have it, I'll take the painting and leave."

"70 million!"

Rao knew that the ancient painting in front of him was an authentic Leng Mei, but after seeing the strange man's asking price, Song Yijiang couldn't help but gasped.

After a while, he said: "The painting is not fake, but your asking price is really high." Song Yijiang looked at the strange man, "There are very few paintings by Leng Mei, but that doesn't mean that there are none."

"You can check it online. Three months ago, one of his large-scale surviving color paintings "Shou Shou Tuo" appeared at an auction in Xiangjiang for a high price of one million yuan. The final transaction price was only 150 yuan. Ten thousand."

"When I opened it just now, I roughly estimated that your painting is only 80 centimeters in length and about 30 centimeters in width, while the original piece of Leng, which was sold for 150 million yuan, measures 122.5 centimeters in length and 62.5 centimeters in width."

"And, hey, that painting is in better condition than yours."

The strange man looked down at the ancient painting in the box, with a reluctant expression on his face, and after a few tens of seconds, he looked up at Song Yijiang and said, "If it wasn't for the difficulties at home, my old man would not be willing to take this thing. Change money."

"You give me a price and I'll listen."

Song Yijiang signaled the man to open the ancient painting again, this time without a magnifying glass, and he could read it faster.

"30, Hengxing will accept your painting. If you agree, I will arrange to transfer the money to you immediately."

After quoting the price, he glanced at Shen Yunfeng.

Shen Yunfeng didn't pay attention to Song Yijiang's provocative eyes, but raised his hand and gently touched the ancient painting. Suddenly, a very obvious tremor spread throughout his body, and a few lines of feedback from the ancient book appeared in his mind:

The work of Leng Mei, a court painter in the mid-Qing Dynasty, is 76.5 cm high and 28.8 cm wide. The characters in the painting are beautiful and elegant, with clean brush and ink and light colors. The estimated market price is about 45.
"What, only 30?"

The strange man obviously didn't expect Song Yijiang to quote such a price, and the expression on his face suddenly became very ugly, with a look of sullenness already emerging.

"You all believe that this is the authentic work of Leng Mei, and you still pay such a low price. Is it because I am easy to talk and deliberately lower the price to deceive me?"

He stared at Song Yijiang, although he looked angry, but what he said was not so harsh.

Shen Yunfeng sighed secretly, because from the moment the strange man entered the door, he had already seen something interesting. This man was dressed in an extraordinary way and his conversation and behavior showed that he was well-educated.

I concluded that the reason why the strange man came to the Hengxing Antique Shop to sell this Leng Mei painting must be exactly what he said just now. The family was encountering difficulties, and he had no choice but to sell the painting to help.

"I, Hengxing, can't bear what you say." Song Yijiang glanced at the strange man, "In the antique business, although we rely on our eyesight and experience to make a living, as a business, we also have our own professional ethics. "

"Seeing that you really want to make a move, I'll just say one more thing." Song Yijiang was also sure that the strange man was eager to make a move, "Buying and selling antiques is a contest of knowledge between the buyer and the seller. Maybe the seller missed the sale, or the buyer bought a fake one and bought the wrong one. We can only sum up experience and lessons separately, it and fraud are two different concepts.”

"30, no matter how high it is, I won't bid at Hengxing. Do you think you should go to another store and ask, or should you have a cup of tea first and think about it first?"

While talking, Song Yijiang handed the tea that Song Zhong had brought to the strange man.

The strange man put away the ancient painting, took the tea cup handed over by Song Yijiang, and took two big gulps without being polite.

After pondering for a moment, he pursed his lips and said to Song Yijiang: "Master, look at this, I will give in a little, and you will add a little. Without further ado, I will sell it to you Hengxing for 50."

"Sir, in this case, I can only say that I am sorry." Song Yijiang pushed up his glasses, "It is a pity that this cooperation cannot be achieved. We at Hengxing look forward to cooperating with you next time."

The meaning of Song Yijiang's words is already obvious. Hengxing will pay 30 yuan at most, and will not pay any more.

"Alas" the strange man sighed heavily, rubbed his fingers on the box for a long time, then looked up at Song Yijiang and Shen Yunfeng, and said in a melancholy tone: "Then don't bother, I'll go to another store to ask .”

Picking up the box, he turned and walked towards the door of the store.

Endless helplessness and unwillingness had accumulated on his face.

In fact, before coming to Hengxing Antique Store, he had already been to four famous antique stores in the Liangma Collectibles Market. Song Yijiang, who belongs to Hengxing, has a slightly higher bid.

It's just 10000 yuan higher.

Song Yijiang stepped aside, neither holding back nor declaring a higher price, and was ready to watch the strange man leave.

At the same time, without forgetting, he cast a smug expression towards Shen Yunfeng.

It seems to be saying to Shen Yunfeng, boy, open your eyes, and learn from it in the future.

Song Zhong didn't wait for the strange man to walk out of the store, he had already picked up the plate and started to pack the teacups, as if he was going to leave.

"Since the family is in urgent need of money, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a good idea to leave like this, right?"

Just when the strange man was about to step out of the store, a calm and clean voice sounded, "Just follow the price you offered, and give me a little more, 45, Hengxing will take it!"

(End of this chapter)