Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 32
Liang Bingru looked at Shen Yunfeng and Song Yijiang, smiled faintly, and then said: "Master Song, you came to the shop early and your qualifications are relatively old, why don't you talk about it first?"

Although the words were asking for opinions, Shen Yunfeng and Song Zhong, including Song Yijiang, could hear it, and there was no intention of discussion in their tone.

Song's uncles and nephews all exchanged glances with Shen Yunfeng, knowing that Liang Bingru was suppressing her anger. If Song Yijiang and Shen Yunfeng's explanations did not satisfy her, she might have answered that sentence: Uncle Da is very happy. Get angry, the consequences are serious!

You are the only daughter of Liang Jinyan, the owner of Hengxing Antique Shop, and Liang Bingru's status as the small boss of Hengxing, the daughter of a wealthy family, is here.

"Okay!" Song Yijiang pushed his glasses, looked at Shen Yunfeng and said, "Master Shen, then I'll talk about my opinion first. If there is something wrong, don't laugh."

The corners of Shen Yunfeng's mouth turned up slightly, and he waved his hands as a gesture of invitation.

Song Yijiang took two steps closer, pointed to the ancient painting in Liang Pingru's hand and said, "Miss Pingru, this painting is undoubtedly the authentic work of Leng Mei, referring to the previous prices of several major auction companies for Leng Mei's posthumous works, it can actually be sold High price between 40 and 45"

Shen Yunfeng nodded slightly, admiring Song Yijiang's appraisal ability in his heart. The price he mentioned was completely consistent with the price of Leng Mei's paintings in ancient books.

Regardless of personal character, Song Yijiang still has some real kung fu.

Song Yijiang continued, "I don't know if you have noticed that this person has a scholarly atmosphere no matter how he dresses or how he speaks. Although he is very dissatisfied with my quotation, he has never lost his temper, which shows that he is a well-mannered person."

"He entered the store at 25:[-]. Liangma Market officially opened at [-]:[-]. There was nearly an hour and a half in between. He must have been to at least three antique shops. He came to Hengxing to find out the facts. If our bid is higher than the other three, he will definitely leave the ancient paintings in Hengxing."

Looking at the bewildered expressions of several people, Song Yijiang chuckled, "The dust on the soles of his shoes and the dense beads of sweat on his forehead are the proof."

"What he said should be true. The family really needed money urgently, so they had to sell paintings to save money."

"Because of well-known reasons, Leng Mei's posthumous works are very few, and there is still room for appreciation, but as an appraiser hired by Hengxing, in terms of business, I personally think that 30 is actually a very fair price."

Having said this, Song Yijiang nodded towards Liang Binru and walked aside.

Shen Yunfeng nodded silently. Song Yijiang had actually made it very clear, and he also sympathized with the man, but as the appraiser of Hengxing Antique Store, Song Yijiang couldn't let the store pay more for what could have been cheaper because of personal feelings. Antiques at low prices.

Song Yijiang made it clear that he was always negotiating business based on the interests of Hengxing, without any personal thoughts.

On the side, Song Zhong, who thought that his second uncle was sure of winning, had long been laughing and refilling his second uncle Song Yijiang's teacup with hot water.

She also politely told Liang Bingru to go to the second floor to get her cup, but Liang Bingru declined on the grounds that she was not thirsty.

"Hengxing, thank you, Master Song." Liang Binru nodded to Song Yijiang with a smile, and then without any surprise, turned her attention to Shen Yunfeng.

""Zen Xiujiao Zhi" contains: Leng Mei 'works Danqing, ingeniously sets colors, and paints figures, especially for a time'." Shen Yunfeng said lightly, "Leng Mei enshrined the three emperors of Kang, Yong, and Qian in the painting academy. His posthumous works Seeing this, everyone is amazed, and Master Song estimated the value of this authentic painting of Leng Mei at 40-45 and bid 30, which is not wrong."

Song Zhong muttered in a low voice: "Then you still bid 45 yuan, obviously because you don't want Hengxing to make money."

Noticing that Liang Bingru was looking at Song Zhong from the corner of his eye, Song Yijiang gestured and pointed at Song Zhong, signaling him to shut up and listen carefully to Shen Yunfeng.

"Miss, before I explain the reason for bidding 45 yuan, I want to thank you first. As the small boss of Hengxing, you can completely deny my bid and let that man leave, but you didn't do that."

"The reason why I am willing to pay 50000 in advance to buy the ancient painting is because what I have done today is really unprofessional and has caused damage to Hengxing's reputation; the other reason is because..."

On the side, Song Zhong couldn't help but interjected: "Shen Yun. Master Shen, you are quite arrogant. This 50000 yuan can cover your salary for half a year. Isn't the price of this apology a bit expensive?"

Song Yijiang sneered secretly, what Song Zhong said was actually what he wanted, but he still pretended to walk over and kicked his nephew, and scolded him to let him learn more from Master Shen.

Liang Bingru glanced indifferently at Song Yijiang and Song Zhong's nephew performing, then turned around to signal Shen Yunfeng to continue.

Shen Yunfeng glanced at Song Zhong, who was gloating over his misfortune, with a calm look on his face, "The reason why I bid 45 yuan is actually a more important reason. The authentic Leng Mei painting in the lady's hand actually has something else. I don’t want to watch Hengxing miss them because of 50000 yuan.”

"Hehe, I, Song, bid 30 yuan to earn more than 45 yuan for Hengxing. Your bid of [-] yuan, Master Shen, is already at the peak of winning ancient paintings. If we want to make money in Hengxing, we have to pay more. Wait a few years to find an opportunity to make a move, there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents in the middle, if you exclude other things.”

"Master Song, please wait first." Liang Bingru frowned and raised her hand to interrupt Song Yijiang, then stared at Shen Yunfeng with almond eyes, and said slowly, "Did you just say 'they'?"

When Liang Bingru asked such a question, Song Yijiang, who had already turned on the mocking mode, also realized that Shen Yunfeng had said another word in what he said just now: There is another world!
With lightning flashing in his mind, he could no longer continue to laugh at Shen Yunfeng, but frowned and pondered the meaning of Shen Yunfeng's words.

The eyeballs hiding behind the glasses kept looking at the ancient painting in Liang Bingru's hand.

"Yes, I said 'they'." Shen Yunfeng stepped out of the counter and approached Liang Bingru, "Miss, please open the painting booth on the table."

The faint refreshing fragrance from the young and beautiful girl made his heart flutter slightly.

"it is good!"

Liang Bingru promised, put the ancient painting on the desk and spread it out, Song Yijiang frowned and took the paperweight to press one end.

Shen Yunfeng rubbed his fingers lightly on the ancient painting. Although the ancient book in his mind had already absorbed the ancient aura from the ancient painting through his fingers, he was still excited when he thought of seeing the posthumous works of the two masters at this moment. endlessly.

"In the painting world at the end of the Ming Dynasty, there was a great painter Chen Hongshou who was as famous as Cui Zizhong at that time, known as 'South Chen Bei Cui'." Shen Yunfeng left the ancient painting with his fingers, looked at Liang Bingru and Song Yijiang, and said calmly, "The achievement of his figure painting was the highest at that time. It is known as "powerful and powerful, super straight and upright, above Qiu and Tang, and Gai Ming has not had such pen and ink for 300 years"."

"What the hell are Qiu and Tang?" Song Zhong muttered to himself.

The so-called interlacing is like a mountain. His university major is construction engineering. Although he is supported by his second uncle Song Yijiang, his mind is more often focused on specific ketones, and his basic knowledge of antiques is very limited.

"Master Shen, if you have something to say, just speak up. There is no need to give us basic knowledge of popular science," Song Yijiang said coldly, "Miss Pingru doesn't have time to listen to your digressions."

The frown was furrowed even tighter, and there was a thin layer of beads of sweat on his forehead.

Because, he felt that he seemed to have tasted a little flavor from Shen Yunfeng's words.

(End of this chapter)