Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Fang Yanan's reporter was sick, and while waiting for others, he ran out to make a phone call.

The prices of antiques in the 1980s are all countable. Although they have changed slightly, they will not change much. They are also paintings from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. Calculated by square feet, the more expensive ones are more expensive, and the cheaper ones are less. , In the final calculation, the most expensive is at most twice the price of the cheap.

However, although the current calligraphy and painting are cheap, they are relatively speaking. Yang Rui bought two Wu Changshuo paintings, one for 180 yuan, and one for 165 yuan, which is higher than the salary of ordinary workers, even middle-level civil servants want to earn a legal income. When you buy, you have to think about it. In the era when there were not many income channels, the people who had more purchasing power for antiques were really old cadres.

But in any case, the average price of 50 yuan mentioned by Huang Shiguan is impossible to get, not to mention the hundreds of calligraphy and paintings in the Ming and Qing dynasties, even modern calligraphy and painting, hundreds of which are not a minority.

Fang Yanan called and asked about the real price, and determined that Huang Shiguan's statement was not true, and immediately became interested in Yang Rui.

"Is it a rich man in the new era, or a derivative of the money rights transaction?" Fang Yanan secretly figured it out, becoming more interested in the details of Yang Rui's transaction.

In about an hour, the researcher invited by Professor Wang Yong rode a stubborn bicycle into the alley.

He and Huang Shiguan met and laughed when they entered the door: "Good guy, I have heard people say recently that the sales department of Jiefangmen has gotten rid of its brains and collects calligraphy and painting at a high price. You are really taken advantage of your feelings."

Huang Shiguan’s face was pale when he was laughing, and he squinted his hands, begging for mercy: "Boss Qi, Master Qi, you can't joke around, I just opened up the calligraphy and painting, and when I see it, I will give you three melons and two dates. I don’t want to waste time anymore. How could I be taken advantage of by your mouth. This master was introduced by Director Qiao Qunqiao. You said I’m tired of life and make him upset?"

"Old Qiao hasn't been qualified to be alone." The Master Qi turned his head unhappily and asked Yang Rui: "Aren't you Wang Yong's student? Qiao Qun is your parent?"

Yang Rui thought about it, didn't hide it, and said, "Minister Jing of Zhongsi is my elder. He knew I was going to buy calligraphy and painting, and introduced Director Qiao to me."

Fang Yanan quickly wrote down Yang Rui's words in his heart.

The man called Master Qi gave an "en" and said: "I know that your family is good, but I have a habit of reading calligraphy and painting. I don't explain it to others. If you believe it, you will believe it, or if you don't believe it, you will fall down. Qiao Qun used to I have read the calligraphy and painting. He doesn't want to believe it. If you help him read it, let's not waste time."

"I watched it for myself."

"You call and ask your elder Zhongsi to see what he thinks."

"I read it for myself. Don't worry. I don't want you to explain. If you say it is true, it is true. If you say it is false, it is false." Yang Rui paused and said, "I believe in Professor Wang Yong. , But I don’t want you to explain why it’s true or false. You have to tell me how much the painting is worth, or compare it to a different grade. Is this okay?"

Master Qi moved his mouth and said: "I always ask for 50 yuan if I look at a painting once, no matter how large or small, whether it is right or wrong. I don't look at it when I see it in the afternoon when the light is bad.

After speaking, Master Qi directly stretched out his hand.

Yang Rui gave him 50 yuan without hesitation.

Master Qi saw him refreshed, nodded slightly, and asked Huang Shiguan: "Which room is the painting in?"

Huang Shiguan looked at Master Qi sympathetically, smiled in his heart, and said, "It's all here."

Master Qi frowned and opened the nearest door.

Rulin's bookshelf exudes a fresh wood fragrance.

"Correct."

"How much did you buy?" Master Qi had a numb scalp. Appraising calligraphy and painting is a very exhausting task. Strictly speaking, it takes less than a few hours to appraise a painting and calligraphy.

Of course, in the environment of 1984, the appraisal work can be simplified a lot, but with so many calligraphy and paintings, God knows when it will be appraised.

Huang Shiguan chuckled and thought: Someone can finally stop you.

He was calm on the surface, he almost burst into laughter in his heart, and said, "There are always a few thousand pictures, I remember you charged 50 yuan no matter how much you appraised?"

Master Qi's lips trembled twice.

Yang Rui asked strangely: "Not every day?"

Yan is joking, every day, he doesn't have to make thousands of yuan a month, 50 at a time, he has to bargain with others. Huang Shiguan said and laughed: "I lift a rock and hit myself in the foot, Master Qi, what do you say?" "

"Fifty is fifty..."

"No, it's 50 per day." Yang Rui looked around and asked, "Can the identification be completed in a few days?"

"I can't say it, I can't say it." Master Qi changed the rules himself, a little bit ashamed, and got into the room without saying a few words.

After a while, I saw Master Qi starting to move the axis of the painting one by one, while silently taking notes.

Huang Shiguan smiled and said: "This is a small job, let's have some tea at UU reading www.uukanshu.com, wait a minute."

"How long will it take?"

"It will take several days to appraise them all."

"Then I will come later." Yang Rui was somewhat uninterested. He originally imagined that with a big wave of his hand, he took away thousands of calligraphy and paintings.

Speaking of it, there are no fakes in the domestic sales department, but the people who keep the sales department take a look, or something else.

Thinking about it, thirty years later, Yang Rui took out a painting to sell, and found that it was a fake painting. The feeling of depression was much stronger than today's refreshing feeling.

Therefore, seeing Master Qi in the room slowly, Yang Rui decided to wait.

Fang Yanan took down the words of a few people, and when he returned to the BMW, he had no intention of looking at the car.

After leaving perfunctorily, Fang Yanan rushed back to the stage and began to write a book. She was going to write today's events as the beginning of a story.

As for what the story shows, whether it is praise or derogation, Fang Yanan didn't think so much.

After finishing the book in a hurry, Fang Yanan went to the editor-in-chief to persuade him to shoot.

The editor-in-chief frowned while watching TV in the office. Fang Yanan yelled before the latter raised his head.

"What's the matter?" The editor-in-chief paused the video recorder and asked, looking up.

Fang Yanan quickly told the story he designed.

The editor-in-chief listened noncommitantly, until Yang Rui's name appeared repeatedly, he suddenly said, "That's it for Yang Rui?"

"what?"

"Have you seen Yang Rui?"

"Of course I have seen it." Fang Yanan didn't know why.

"Then you come to recognize the individual." The editor-in-chief said, exiting the videotape, and took Fang Yanan out.

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