Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium

There are size requirements for the paintings in the competition. The ordinary paintings that Qi Yuyu draws in his spare time cannot be sent directly for selection. He also plans to repaint a new one.

After much deliberation, Qi Yuyu gave up oil painting and planned to paint a Chinese painting. He took some time to buy drawing paper. After Lin Hanchuan knew about it, he also accompanied him.

Ordinary drawing paper can be bought online, but the older the rice paper for traditional Chinese painting, the better. The older the drawing paper, the rarer it is and the more expensive it is. Ordinary shops don’t have it. You can only find it in Antique Street.

The Antique Street in Qingzhou City is very old-fashioned. The ground is paved with slate bricks. The buildings on both sides of the street are all mahogany in a uniform style. Decorative lanterns are hung under the eaves. At first glance, it seems to have traveled through time.

Perhaps because of the working day, there are very few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few passers-by have clear goals.

"This store has been open for many years. While selling ancient paintings, it also sells some pens, inks, papers and inkstones." Qi Yuyu is also one of the ones with a clear goal. "The things in his house are mixed, and it all depends on your eyesight."

It sounds like a black shop, Lin Hanchuan thought for a while, and pulled out a little memory from Yi Qionglou's memory.

The ecology of the Antique Street is different from other places. There is no distinction between real and fake here, only whether it is worth it or not. A Tang Sancai that imitates Tang Dynasty is both fake and genuine. If you get it at the price of the obvious one, it is worth it. If you are mistaken and get it at the price of the Tang Dynasty, it is not worth it.

"You are an acquaintance, so is he not cheating on you?" Lin Hanchuan was curious.

Qi Yuyu shook his head: "It's not wrong to look at the pit."

Even because you are a regular customer, it will be easier for you to cheat.

Lin Hanchuan was speechless for a while, looking at the quaint and ordinary shop in front of him, he slowed down his pace.

The store is deserted and deserted. The boss is sitting on a recliner playing with his mobile phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he feels someone coming in. He greets him perfunctorily: "Welcome, see what you like."

Lin Hanchuan looked at this small shop with great interest. The jade in the glass counter was neatly arranged, and in the other glass cabinet were some antique and exquisite ornaments. At first glance, each of them was very real.

Lin Hanchuan didn't know much about antiques and jade, but after he glanced at the paintings on the wall, he questioned the authenticity of everything in the shop.

Qi Yuyu said straightforwardly: "When buying rice paper, the older the year, the better."

The boss beat his hands while playing the game, and the manipulative character was quickly killed by the boss. He clicked his tongue and put the phone back in his pocket: "I have a few old papers that I have saved for several years and I am not willing to sell them. They are from Cao County, Jing County. Home, 70 years."

Such a small store actually has such good things, Lin Hanchuan became interested and said, "Take out the things and have a look."

Xuan paper from all over the world is produced in Jing County, and the Cao family is the most important among them. The Cao family has made a living from generation to generation. business.

In modern times, the Cao family's handmade paper has been plundered by the big guys in the industry, and ordinary people can rarely get it, and the age is so long. If it is genuine, it can be said to be a rare treasure.

The owner of the antique shop took a look at Lin Hanchuan, and didn't care that there were no shopkeepers in the shop. He turned and went into the inner room. Ten minutes later, he came out with two wooden boxes in his hands.

Opening the wooden box, there is only a faint smell of the wooden box itself, which dissipates after a while, and the rice paper itself has no smell.

Lin Hanchuan touched the rice paper, the tentacles were smooth but not slippery, with a slight tenacity when shaking, it was indeed high-quality rice paper, but... he felt it carefully again, and frowned slightly: "This feeling, at most 50 years."

The expression on the boss's face froze slightly: "My friend, why do you say that this is 50-year-old paper..."

Lin Hanchuan, who has always bought things without looking at the price, was taken aback for a moment, but Qi Yuyu took a step forward and negotiated with the boss with a cold face.

The two of them were talking, Lin Hanchuan took a step back and looked outside the door. He suddenly paused and saw two familiar figures in the opposite shop.

Father Qi was carrying a suitcase, followed by Qi Fenghua, they politely shook hands with the young man in front of them to say goodbye, and were about to leave, when they turned their heads, Qi Fenghua met Lin Hanchuan's eyes.

Qi Fenghua was taken aback for a moment, and his expression was blank for a moment.

Following Qi Fenghua's gaze, Father Qi also saw Lin Hanchuan, and his brows frowned. Father Qi was not satisfied with this former 'son-in-law'.

Yi Qionglou has no talent in painting, and it is not surprising in other aspects. No matter how he looks at it, Qi's father thinks that he is not worthy of his genius son. Qiong Lou got married.

What's more, this unsatisfactory person dared to file for divorce and abandoned his son.

The disgust in his eyes was beyond words, Father Qi snorted coldly: "Let's go."

Qi Fenghua lowered his eyes, not knowing what it was like.

He always knew that he only had his first love, Yi Wusheng, in his heart. The reason why he married Yi Qionglou was only because Yi Qionglou had the same face as Yi Wusheng.

In the past two years, Qi Fenghua has quietly controlled Yi Qionglou's change of style to Yi Wusheng. He can feel that in getting along day after day, the seemingly unruly and ruthless Yi Qionglou is gradually moved, and everything All went in the direction he expected.

Recently, the situation took a turn for the worse. The other party found out the truth of the matter from nowhere and filed for divorce. Two years of hard work were ruined in one fell swoop.

Lin Hanchuan resolutely moved out without taking anything away, and blocked all of Qi Fenghua's contact information.

In his carefully furnished home, Qi Fenghua looked at everything he was familiar with. This was originally his dream love nest with Yi Wusheng, but he... actually misses Yi Qionglou a little.

Qi's father called out, but Qi Fenghua seemed to have never heard of it, and was silent in his own thoughts.

When Yi Wusheng passed away, Qi Fenghua had nowhere to express the pain in his heart. After marrying Yi Qionglou, he found the courage and pillar of life again. There is no similarity.

The seemingly indifferent Yi Qionglou is actually easily moved, as long as he is given a little love, he can open his heart.Sometimes Qi Fenghua himself doesn't know whether he is using Yi Qionglou as a stand-in, or he can't help wanting to treat him well.

He and Yi Wusheng secretly dated for half a year, but the actual time of getting along with each other was less than three months. Instead, they actually got along with Yi Qionglou for two years.

Qi Fenghua was emotionally fluctuating, and he looked at Lin Hanchuan again, with resentment hidden in his eyes, resenting him for being so heartless.

"Why are you here?" Qi Yuyu, who had finished negotiating with the owner of the antique shop, heard the movement, walked to the door and saw the father and son of the Qi family. He was stunned and couldn't help asking.

Qi's father should be busy with the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition. Qi Fenghua's oil painting has nothing to do with Antique Street. How could these two people be in Antique Street.

Seeing Qi Yuyu, Qi's father, who was originally only dissatisfied with Lin Hanchuan, felt a dark fire in his heart. He looked at Qi Yuyu coldly: "You heard the news and came here to grab the painting?"

Qi Yuyu was taken aback for a moment, but didn't understand what Father Qi meant.

Qi's father mistakenly thought that he was acquiescing, and he shook the locked box in his hand: "Unfortunately, I have already taken down this painting, do you think Qi's gallery can't do without you? way to threaten us."

After Qi Yuyu let go of the Qi family's property and left, Qi's father had to take over the family's property. After living a pampered life for too long, it took him a lot of time to get familiar with the job at hand and the painters under him.

The busier he was, the angrier Qi's father Qi Yuyu's behavior became.

In his opinion, Qi Yuyu ran away from home in anger because of his parents' preference for his younger brother.Apart from Qi's father being angry, there was also some irony.

Qi Yuyu is already 27 or [-] years old, and it is naive to act like a child like this.Thinking that all Qi Yuyu did was to win back his parents' attention, Qi's father's anger subsided a little.

This time I came to Antique Street because Qi's father got the news that there was an authentic painting by a Tang Dynasty painter. The owner of the ancient painting claimed that this painting was a family heirloom handed down from his ancestors. Offer the painting for sale.

After Qi's father knew about it, he had an idea in his heart, as long as he could get it in advance before the auction, or win the agency right to sell it in advance, he could make a lot of money.

So he entrusted his relationship and brought Qi Fenghua, who knew painting, to trade with the owner of the scroll. After carefully looking at the painting and confirming that it was correct, Father Qi bought the painting at a cost of 2000 million.

Knowing the ins and outs of the matter from Qi's father's complacent tone, Qi Yuyu frowned: "The water | of ancient paintings | is | very | | I spent 2000 million to buy this painting..."

If it is a genuine painting of a holy painting, the price of 2000 million is not expensive, even considered cheap. As long as it is resold and auctioned, it can sell at least 5000 million. If the painting is somewhat famous and the size is larger, hundreds of millions or billions will possible.

But Qi Yuyu has been an art dealer for so many years, and he has handled countless ancient and modern paintings. He knows better than anyone else that what is sold in this business is not paintings, but eyesight.

He didn't think Qi's father had such a professional appreciation of ancient paintings, but Qi Fenghua... Qi Yuyu frowned even more. Qi Fenghua's major is oil painting, and he is not proficient in traditional Chinese paintings, let alone ancient paintings.

"What do you mean!" Qi's father mistakenly thought that Qi Yuyu was provoking him, and immediately became angry, "The seller is a descendant of the number one scholar who is rooted in Zhengmiaohong, and has a profound background. If it weren't for a sudden serious illness in the family, the authentic paintings of the painting saints would not have appeared in the world at all." !"

"Do you think I will be deceived?"

Qi Yuyu was silent for a while, and suggested: "You take out the painting, and I'll take a look."

2000 million in cash is not a small amount for the Qi family, enough to hurt the foundation. Although Qi Yuyu left the Qi family, he couldn't sit idly by.

Taking advantage of the fact that the transaction has just ended and the seller has not gone far, he has a look, and if he finds something wrong, he can call the police in time to recover it.

"I have eaten more salt than you have eaten, and I can't see any problems, let alone you." Father Qi refused, and then raised his chin to comment, "You are too cautious and conservative, but Difficult to expand industry.”

Qi Yuyu has been in power for so many years, and has been steady and steady. There are very few situations where he loses money because of mistakes, but he has never made a lot of money by picking up mistakes.

The matter is a foregone conclusion, Qi's father has been blinded by greed, and others can't persuade him, nor can he persuade him.Qi Yuyu sighed softly, he could only hope that Qi's father didn't miss him, that the painting was indeed an authentic painting, otherwise, the Qi family's vitality might be seriously injured.