Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 46

Shen Yunfeng glanced at Liang Bingru, who looked nervous, smiled, and swung the hammer with his right hand to lightly tap the four horseshoes of Tang Sancai.

With a "bang" sound, the Tang Sancai base, about 52 centimeters long and 13 centimeters wide, fell into the box.

Shen Yunfeng put aside the Tang Sancai that had lost its base, took a closer look at the base, tapped it lightly with a hammer, and then peeled off the cracked tiles with his hands slightly.

Liang Bingru kept her eyes fixed on the tri-colored base of the Tang Dynasty, which was played by Shen Yunfeng between the applause, for fear of missing something.

After 2 minutes, she saw that Shen Yunfeng was really like a magic trick, peeling out a stone-colored lump the size of an adult's palm from the white porcelain base.

Couldn't help being curious, and moved closer to Shen Yunfeng, only then did he realize that it was actually an inkstone.

Smelling the faint scent of jasmine coming from around him, Shen Yunfeng didn't even raise his head, while clasping the tiny pieces of porcelain left on the inkstone, he said to Liang Pingru, "Pingru, get a basin of clean water, and bring a fine-bristled brush over here. .”

Liang Bingru raised her eyebrows to look at Shen Yunfeng, said "um", turned and walked back.

After only two steps, he folded back and said softly, "Those tiles should be very sharp, don't hurt them. Anyway, be careful."

After finishing speaking, like a child who has done something wrong, he lowered his head and quickly went to do what Shen Yunfeng explained.

Shen Yunfeng's heart warmed, he shook his head slightly and smiled, after peeling off the remaining pieces of white porcelain from the inkstone, he looked at the inkstone with joy on his face.

Naturally, the ancient aura on it disappeared, and he also knew the origin of the inkstone in his hand.

Soon, Liang Bingru came over with a small basin of clear water and a fine brush in his hand.

"Shen Yunfeng, where should I put it?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Just put it on the ground." Shen Yunfeng said with a serious face, as if he is the owner of Hengxing Antique Shop now, and Liang Bingru is just a little cleaner he hired with money.

Liang Bingru didn't do what he thought, put down the basin and pulled a stool to sit aside, watching Shen Yunfeng continue to "juggle" tricks.

Shen Yunfeng calmed down, put the inkstone into the water basin, and gently scrubbed it with a fine brush.

Soon, a basin of clear water became more turbid.

As soon as he fished the inkstone out of the water, Liang Bingru stood up, without Shen Yunfeng speaking, and took the initiative to change the water.

After three times of brushing and washing in this way, a look of joy appeared on Shen Yunfeng's face.

Although I have known for a long time that Fang Yantai is extraordinary, but in front of Liang Bingru, when it is time to show off my acting skills, I still have to show it properly, and I can’t talk too much on the spur of the moment like when I discovered the universe in the painting last time Revealed.

Looking at the blue inkstone placed on the white velvet cloth, Liang Pingru put his hands on his chest, lowered his head and took a closer look. Except for the exquisite carving and simple texture, he couldn't see anything special about it.

"Shen Yunfeng, you are the appraiser in the store, tell me about its provenance." Liang Bingru smiled and raised her head slightly to ask Shen Yunfeng.

Originally, Shen Yunfeng wanted to put on airs and give lectures like Song Yijiang's in a subdued manner, but when he saw Liang Bingru with bright eyes and elegant posture in front of him, he gave up this idea.

So I decided to play a little joke with Liang Bingru first, and then tell her the source of the inkstone.

"Pingru, that middle-aged man is actually right." Shen Yunfeng put on a thoughtful look, pointing to the inkstone, "A quick look, it is indeed worth 10 yuan."

How could Liang Bingru fail to realize that Shen Yunfeng had something in his words. The middle-aged man who fled said that he would sell it for 10 yuan less because of her face, and now Shen Yunfeng said that the inkstone was worth 10 yuan.

Slowly straightened up and looked at Shen Yunfeng, with a slight chill on his delicate face.

Shen Yunfeng seemed not to have noticed the change in Liang Bingru's expression, picked up the inkstone and murmured: "But, if you take a closer look, it's really a treasure."

"Fingru, look at these few lines."

Turning the inkstone over in his hand, he pointed at a few lines of small words in the shade.

Liang Bingru originally wanted to pretend to be angry, and wanted to teach Shen Yunfeng a little lesson, but now that she saw Shen Yunfeng handing the inkstone to her eyes, she knew that she had lost to this slightly rude guy again this time.

She sighed helplessly. Although she was unwilling, the word "baby" still made her very useful.

"One inch will cut purple mud, and it will be dedicated to the west of Zhumen Alley at the beginning of the day. How to roll a ming machine and cut all over the Shili River in Duanzhou." Liang Fingru looked carefully first, and then slowly and softly read the words on the inkstone. Character.

But even after reading it again, he still looked at Shen Yunfeng in a daze.

Shen Yunfeng was not in a hurry to explain, and pointed to another place where the words were engraved and said to Liang Bingru: "Here are four more words."

Liang Fingru looked along where Shen Yunfeng pointed, and sure enough there were four scripts in Lishu.

Just glanced at it, and read out: "Old Man Shi Yan."

"I guess, this square inkstone was made by this craftsman named 'Old Man Shiyan'?" Liang Bingru looked at Shen Yunfeng with a timid expression, as if she was afraid that she would say something wrong and be made fun of by him.

After being "shocked" by the two incidents of the universe in the painting and the inkstone hidden in the fake Tang Sancai, now, when Liang Bingru, the small owner of Hengxing Antique Shop, looks at Shen Yunfeng again, she feels that her original innate sense of superiority is at stake. Disappeared bit by bit.

The image of the little apprentice Shen Yunfeng in her mind gradually grew taller.

"Fingru, he really didn't make the inkstone." Shen Yunfeng shook his head lightly.

"Then this poem was given by someone else." Liang Bingru felt unwilling, looked at Shen Yunfeng and continued, "...'Old Man Shiyan'?"

"It's not right," Shen Yunfeng corrected, "Actually, this is an ancient poem that witnessed a deep friendship."

After guessing wrong twice in a row, Liang Bingru felt worthless, and said angrily, "I don't bother to guess anymore, I'd rather you tell me to listen, lest I be looked down upon by you again and again."

After finishing speaking, he pulled the stool and sat down against the counter, resting his cheek on the back of his hand, and stopped talking.

Shen Yunfeng smiled, looked at Liang Bingru and said: "Why would I laugh at you? I only specialize in art. I have more research on antiques. When it comes to other aspects, I am far inferior to getting the highest grade. You with the MBA degree from Shanghai University."

Hearing Shen Yunfeng praise herself so much, Liang Bingru felt a little better, but she didn't show it on her face, she just waved her hand reservedly, signaling Shen Yunfeng to continue talking about the inkstone.

Shen Yunfeng nodded, and continued: "According to the four words 'Old Man with Ten Inkstones' on the inkstone and this poem, we can be sure that the inkstone is an antique from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, so."

He laughed happily, ".It should be worth a lot of money."

Liang Bingru raised her eyebrows, and said flatly: "I don't really care about how much the inkstone can sell for now, I just want to hear you tell me the story behind this inkstone."

She glanced at the inkstone on the counter, and said worriedly: "Don't tell me, it will be a poignant love story."

Shen Yunfeng scratched his hair, glanced at Liang Bingru, and wanted to say, I just praised you for getting your graduation certificate with top grades, and after a short while, your IQ has gone offline?

"Fingru, this ancient poem really has nothing to do with love." Shen Yunfeng pulled a stool and sat diagonally opposite Liang Fingru, licking his lips.

Since I went out in the morning, I just drank a cup of tea in Yuan Dongliang's shop. Now, I feel a little dry.

(End of this chapter)