Rebirth, don't bully young poor

"Come on, Zixuan, take a look at these paintings for me." Wang Changqing smiled with deep meaning in his eyes, "I know you are very good at identifying cultural relics and distinguishing real from fake." So even though Zixuan is young, Wang Changqing has no The feeling of half-contempt and relying on the old to sell the old.

"Okay," Zixuan said without pretentiousness, "I have loved to look at paintings since I was a child, and now I can appreciate paintings at Mr. Wang's place. Zixuan couldn't wish for it." It's rare to have a chance, and of course I won't let it go.

"Old Wang, if there is a fake painting in here later, can you give me one? I moved to a new house, so I just bought it and hung it in the living room." Zixuan said.

"Of course, you can take as much as you want later. It's a waste if I put it here empty," Wang Changqing said with a cheerful smile, "These are 21 paintings I bought from the West Street Ancient Painting Shop yesterday. It cost me a total of 130 million. Purchasing paintings is like betting on stones. As long as you have a good eye, you can make a lot of money if you can find authentic paintings from these folk paintings."

"Gambling stones is the same as buying paintings. The cost is also very high. If you are not sure, you may lose all your money." Zixuan picked up the top painting. If he didn't have that kind of ability, I dare not take the road of identification and betting on stones.

When luck is good, you can get rich in one day.

However, if one day all the family and property are gambled, the family may go bankrupt.

Zixuan didn't care about the painting in his hand at first, but after a few seconds, his face became more and more weird, and he swallowed: "Old Wang, the painting in my hand seems to be... real."

"You also think it's real?" Wang Changqing said in surprise, "When I saw this painting on West Street, I thought it was the real one. It cost 80 yuan to buy it."

"It was written in the eighth year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, by Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty..." Zixuan swallowed, recalling the historical knowledge he had learned before, "Zhao Gou, the founding emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, the ninth son of Song Huizong, and the younger brother of Song Qinzong. In calligraphy, the charm is deeply rooted, and there are many ink marks handed down from generation to generation."

Wang Changqing was also shocked when he heard Zixuan read it: "After I bought it, I saw the inscription, and I couldn't believe it was true... How could the calligraphy of a generation of emperors spread to the people, and it has never been discovered until now? .”

Zixuan was grateful for the feeling of the scroll in his hand, and he knew more clearly the texture of the painting, the year of production, and the freehand brush: "Old Wang, there are many coincidences in the world, and this painting has a chance to fall into your hands. If it's not you, it may take a long time to be discovered by people."

Zixuan picked up another painting: "In my opinion, Song Gaozong is famous for his calligraphy, so the scrolls are relatively unappreciated, but because of this, it is rare to see an authentic work, and the price will climb even higher. .”

Things are rare.

Who wouldn't want to buy a painting of the emperor?

Treat it as a family heirloom, or resell it to other collectors, and you can earn a lot from the intermediate profits.

Zixuan put down the painting in his hand, and touched all the remaining ten or so paintings several times, but found no authentic ones like Cai just now.These imitation picture scrolls are so lifelike, even if they are not genuine, they should be able to sell for a lot of money.

"Old Wang, how do you give me this painting?" Zixuan asked while holding a landscape painting signed by Mi Fu.

Wang Changqing took the painting just now and studied it carefully, and smiled indifferently when he heard the words, "Zixuan, take everything home, this one is enough for me."

"One picture is enough for me," Zixuan was delighted to see, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Siyou interjected from the side: "Zixuan, how much is one painting enough? There are so many paintings here, old man Wang, you should move them all home, anyway, the newly moved house is very big."

Zixuan shook his head, with a smile on his face: "I like this painting very much, this is what I want."

"You are really easy to be satisfied. It's rare that old man Wang is so generous that he promised to give you the rest of the paintings. How can he be worthy of him if he doesn't take them away?" Ling Siyou rolled his eyes and looked at the ancient paintings in the shop. Xuan blinked fiercely.

Zixuan shook his head and didn't look at him, walked a few steps forward to Zuoer, and said, "Zoer, do you still want to buy the white jade statue of Luoshen when you come here today?"

"Jiang, you guessed it again." Zor made a helpless expression, "I asked someone to airlift the jade back home yesterday. My mother liked it very much, but...she still misses the white jade statue of Luoshen."

Ling Siyou snorted disdainfully: "Golden-haired, we have a saying here: you can't have both, you want the tattered white stone and the green emerald, a greedy woman is not easy to raise. "

"My mother has always liked Chinese antiques. Just like Boss Wang here, she likes to collect them in her own home and enjoy them slowly." Zuoer looked around Zixuan with a smile on his face.

"In the future, if I can marry a daughter-in-law like Zixuan, it will be easy to raise." Ling Siyou winked at Zuoer, "Hey, do you envy me?"

"Jiang has a handsome appearance, a good-looking talent, and treats people with gentleness and courtesy. You are not good enough for him." Zor couldn't help saying, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.He has always been gentle with others, and it is rare for him to see people in front of him as uncomfortable as he is now.

"I'm not good enough for him, so are you good enough for him?" Ling Siyou looked him up and down, "You're about the same age as me, but not as tall as I am, not as handsome as I am, and still a foreigner, son How could Xuan have a crush on you?"

……

The two ridiculed each other, and turned Wang Changqing's gaze back from the scroll: "Zixuan, I heard that you gambled on stones at the Ruili branch that day, and cut out a piece of top-quality glass jadeite, earning 5000 million yuan."

"Well," Zixuan looked up suspiciously, "So this matter has been spread so far."

"You are only eighteen or nineteen years old, and you have earned savings that ordinary people can't earn in a lifetime. What are your plans for the future?"

Zixuan lowered his eyes: "I'm planning to go to school. If Mr. Wang doesn't fire me, I'd like to take a part-time job with you. Occasionally, if there is something difficult to identify, I might help to take a look."

"Haha, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, I wish for it. The colleagues in the vicinity are envious of me being able to recruit you." Wang Changqing stroked his beard, "I will hire you as an appraiser for my shop with an annual salary of 100 million. How about it? If it’s not enough, I can add more.”

Zixuan nodded and smiled: "That's enough. The reason why I choose to work here is because I like it. Although the risks in this industry are unpredictable, it is also extremely profitable. I want to make enough money as soon as possible."

Lin's jewelry company, which has already been annexed by Han Chen, was founded by his father alone. If he hadn't been old and sick and handed over the company to him...how could there be room for him, Han Chen, to intervene?

After being reborn, Zixuan has always cared about this matter.

If you lose in his hands, you will get everything back in his hands!

Han Chen is worth hundreds of millions, and Zixuan's current money is far from enough for him to get back what should belong to him.

"Old Wang, is there anything else?" Zixuan found a piece of paper and wrote down the phone number of the room, "If there is anything to do in the future, please call me, and I will come over as soon as possible."

"Okay." Wang Changqing nodded, knowing that he wanted to leave, and said goodbye to him with a smile, then turned to Ling Siyou and said, "Boy Ling, are you going to send Zixuan back? If you want to, take the foreigner opposite you with you." Take it away, he has been pestering me to sell that white jade statue all morning, and he has no peace for a moment."

"Old man Wang, then you have to remember to owe me a favor first." Ling Siyou took Zixuan's hand and waved to Zuoer, "You should give up, based on what I know about the old man, the treasure I got He is reluctant to let go, and it is useless for you to pester him every day."

So his father took a fancy to that incomparably precious screen, and as his son, he simply stole it from here, so as not to be talked about by Wang Changqing.

"Jiang, is what he said true?" Zuoer didn't quite believe Ling Siyou's words, so he turned to Zixuan for confirmation.

"Old Wang won't sell it to anyone," Zixuan nodded, thinking of the last time Zuoer helped him pay for the first piece of wool, he felt grateful, "Would you like to come with me?"

Zuoer looked up and saw the sincere smile of the boy in front of him, imitating Ling Siyou and took his hand, with warmth in his amber eyes: "I'll go with you."

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There are still a few months before the college entrance examination, Zixuan never thought that he would experience the second college entrance examination, science... He is most afraid of physics and biology.These two disciplines require him to spend a lot of effort in order to catch up with others.

There is still a short period of time, and it is really impossible if we do not exert our strength.

"Jiang Zixuan, the sun is coming out from the west, and you came to school today..." Zixuan was carrying a lot of books, and as soon as he entered the classroom, a girl walked towards him with an inconceivable tone, "You have been absent from class for more than a month , I came to two classes last time, and then left, I thought you would never come to class again."

The girl is very beautiful, wearing a white velvet dress, she looks like a noble little princess.

"Let me go in first," Zixuan said flatly, "Class is about to start, I don't want to be late."

"Didn't you like to talk to me before? Why are you so indifferent now?" The girl wrinkled her delicate nose, "Jiang Zixuan, some people say that your temperament changed drastically after the car accident. Is it true?"

"Which one do you want me to answer first?"

"Whatever, come one by one." The girl saw that he was holding a pile of books in his hands, and reached out to help Zixuan share a few books, "Well, it's so heavy, why did you bring so many books?"

"I want to study hard and try to get into a good university." Zixuan walked into the classroom and returned to his seat following the memory of last time, only to find that the clean and brand-new seat was full of knife marks, and it was so tattered that it was Badly rowed!

His face suddenly darkened, Zixuan glanced around, and asked word by word: "Who did it?"

Who has such deep resentment towards him that he cut his table like this one by one!