restorer

Chapter 40
Jing Shizhen opened the door to do business, so naturally she couldn't drive customers out.

Moreover, Zhao Zhengshan was considered a big client, even though he didn't work in the family business, it was still very easy to spend tens of millions.

"Okay, Uncle Jing, I'll take your knife today!"

Zhao Zhengshan joked with a smile, but he really rarely buys antiques in Jingxintang.

Firstly, the antiques in Jingxin Hall are really expensive, and secondly, Zhao Zhengshan still prefers to pick up leaks in the antique market. Of course, the probability of drilling holes is higher than picking up leaks.

But today I bought my father a birthday present, and this money cannot be saved. Zhao Zhengshan sent his daughter to school this time because he also planned to buy something good from Jingxintang.

"Let's go then."

Jing Shizhen greeted Zhao Zhengshan, turned around and walked to the inner room.

"Uncle Jing, I...can I follow along to learn more?"

Su Xiaofan's weak voice sounded.

The storeroom of Jingxin Hall is not something that ordinary people can see. Even if Zheng Dagang took it with him in Luochuan last time, Su Xiaofan and the others could not enter the inner room where the safe is kept.

"You want to go in too?"

Jing Shizhen turned around, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, but you also have to buy something. Let me see if you can find something wrong with me, too."

"Uncle Jing, I'm poor." Su Xiaofan grimaced, "I can't compare with Uncle Zhao, you can't let me and Uncle Zhao have the same standard."

"You are poor, you earned more than 1000 million with me today, how dare you say you are poor?"

Hearing Su Xiaofan's words, Jing Shizhen became angry immediately, "I'll give you a discount, you don't need to buy 1000 million items, but you must also buy something in the warehouse!"

These days, people with big businesses may not be able to come up with more than 1000 million in cash. Su Xiaofan, with so much money lying in his account, is still crying poor in front of himself.

"Hey, that's right, buddy is considered rich now."

Su Xiaofan scratched his head, the main reason was that the money came too fast and it was all in the bank, Su Xiaofan hadn't changed his mind for a while.

And having said that, Jingxintang's warehouse may not be full of antiques worth tens of millions, and there must be cheap ones. With my current financial resources, it's nothing to buy something worth hundreds of thousands.

"Okay, Uncle Jing, then I'll buy one too!"

Thinking of the more than 1000 million in the account, Su Xiaofan suddenly felt that his waist was a lot thicker.

"Old Liu, look outside."

Jing Shizhen greeted shopkeeper Liu, and brought Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan into the inner room.

Su Xiaofan originally thought that the inner room was just a room, and there was a safe inside.

But after entering, Su Xiaofan discovered that there is a corridor inside, through the corridor, there is a small courtyard at the back, and there are several rooms behind the small courtyard.

Jing Shizhen pushed open the door of a room, and pressed it somewhere. The wall facing the room suddenly moved away to the two sides, but an elevator door was exposed.

"The warehouse is underground, and it was rebuilt from the basement at that time."

Jing Shizhen pressed the elevator, and Su Xiaofan discovered that the elevator needed fingerprint recognition, and Jing Shizhen seemed to have scanned his iris, so that the elevator could open.

Now Su Xiaofan understood why Jing Shizhen didn't want to bring them to the warehouse.

This place is really too secret, bringing one more person in means that one more person knows the secret of Jingxin Hall.

For Jing Shizhen to bring the two of them in, it is a great honor to Zhao Zhengshan and Su Xiaofan, and it is also a kind of trust in them.

Take the elevator to the basement, and there is a door similar to a bank safe.

Neither Su Xiaofan nor Zhao Zhengshan stepped forward, they turned around consciously, and only turned and walked over when Jing Shizhen greeted them.

"There are no more than five outsiders who have come to my place."

Jing Shizhen said, "Your father Zhengshan is one of them. He entered the warehouse once more than 20 years ago."

"Uncle Jing, you opened a shop here more than 20 years ago?" Su Xiaofan was taken aback when he heard this, and it was fingerprints and irises. Has it been so high-tech before?

"I bought this house more than 20 years ago. The front door was renovated later, but the warehouse has always been there."

Jing Shizhen briefly introduced it to the two of them. In the past, there was no elevator in the warehouse, and you had to go down the stairs. The elevator was built in recent years.

After entering the warehouse, Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan discovered that the underground space is very large. The entrance room alone has more than 30 square meters. It is filled with antique racks, and various objects are placed on each antique rack.

"My place is divided into three rooms. This one is filled with porcelain, the one on the right is filled with calligraphy and paintings, and the other one is used for miscellaneous items. What do you think?"

Due to the placement of different antiques, different storage conditions are required, such as the temperature and air humidity for preserving calligraphy, painting and porcelain, which are all different.

Therefore, the basement of Jingxin Hall is also divided into different spaces. In Jing Shizhen's words, tens of millions of dollars have been spent to renovate the basement alone, and some of the constant temperature equipment are worth millions of dollars.

"I look at calligraphy and painting, Uncle Jing, do you have calligraphy and painting for birthday celebrations?" Zhao Zhengshan had already thought about buying calligraphy and painting as his father's birthday gift before he came.

"What a coincidence, some time ago I received a picture of "Wanfu Coming to the Court" by the old man Daqian, do you want to take a look?"

Jing Shizhen laughed when he heard the words. In fact, when Zhao Zhengshan said that he wanted to buy a birthday gift for his father, he thought of this painting.

"Isn't "Wan Fu Lai Chao Tu" the work of Chen Mei in the Qing Dynasty? Why is it the old man Daqian?"

Zhao Zhengshan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. He has a deep knowledge of calligraphy and painting research. As soon as Jing Shizhen mentioned the name of the painting, Zhao Zhengshan felt that something was wrong.

Moreover, "Wan Fu Comes to the Court" is too famous, it is the birthday picture given to the emperor by Chen Mei, the court painter of the Qing Dynasty.

"Have you forgotten what old man Daqian is best at?" Jing Shizhen's face was full of smiles, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"Hey, I almost forgot, this painting is great."

Zhao Zhengshan's eyes lit up, and he said hastily: "Uncle Jing, show me quickly, if it's suitable, I'll take this one."

If you were an outsider, you probably wouldn't be able to understand the conversation between Jing Shizhen and Zhao Zhengshan, but Su Xiaofan understood it.

When Daqian was young, he liked to copy the calligraphy and paintings of famous people the most. After copying, he sold them as real paintings.

At that time, the old man Daqian was not very famous, so selling calligraphy and paintings of famous people was naturally worth more than selling his own paintings. For a long time, there were many calligraphy and paintings copied by him in the market.

After Daqian himself became famous, his copying of famous calligraphy and paintings became a good story, and the prices of the calligraphy and paintings he copied rose instead of falling, making it hard to find in the market.

Take the "Wan Fu Lai Chao Tu" copied by the old man Daqian as an example. I am afraid that the price Jing Shizhen will offer will exceed the price of Chen Mei's original work.

Following the two of them, Su Xiaofan also entered the room where the calligraphy and paintings were stored. This room was much drier than the one outside, obviously the air treatment was done for the preservation of the calligraphy and paintings.

"Xiao Su, don't you go around by yourself?" Jing Shizhen looked back at Su Xiaofan.

"I'll follow Uncle Zhao first, and wait until he finishes buying."

Su Xiaofan said, some antiques and miscellaneous items are very small in size, he didn't expect something unclear to happen.

"You think too much."

Uncle Jing is an old man, so he couldn't see what Su Xiaofan was thinking. He pointed up and said, "There are three rooms with more than 30 cameras, and there are no dead spots. Even a fly can't hide."

"It really is."

Su Xiaofan couldn't help laughing when he heard that, he had been setting up a street stall in the antique market for a long time, and he was usually afraid of being stolen by people, but he forgot where it was.

But since he came in, Su Xiaofan didn't quit, he also wanted to see the authentic handwriting of that old man.

The painting was not hung up, but rolled up for storage. After Jing Shizhen took out the scroll, he slowly spread it out on a table in the room.

"The original of this painting has been collected in the New Palace Museum, but there are still three copies of Daqian's work on the market, and here is one of them."

After Uncle Jing spread out the painting, he stepped aside and asked Zhao Zhengshan to observe.

Su Xiaofan also went up to look at it for a while, but he didn't know much about calligraphy and painting, he only saw the calligraphy and various seals on the calligraphy and painting, these should be fakes made by Daqian.

Su Xiaofan can only lament that fake paintings are more expensive than real ones, and old man Daqian has reached the pinnacle in this business.

"Uncle Jing, I want this painting, please give me a price."

After more than ten minutes, Zhao Zhengshan looked away from the painting.

"Zhengshan, you also know that as long as the old man Daqian's words are put on the auction, it will basically be over [-] million yuan."

Jing Shizhen thought for a while and said, "There are three of this painting on the market, so I will lower the price for you, 8000 million, what do you think?"

"8000 million?" Su Xiaofan next to him couldn't help shouting, he knew that the price of calligraphy and paintings of the old man Daqian was quite high, but this figure was still beyond his understanding.

"Xiao Su, 8000 million yuan is actually not expensive. This painting is considered a masterpiece among the fakes copied by the old man Daqian."

Zhao Zhengshan hesitated for a moment, and said: "Uncle Jing, I want this painting, but you have to allow me a few days to raise funds. I don't have enough money right now."

Zhao Zhengshan does not work in the family business. Although the dividends he has received over the years are far more than 8000 million, many of them have been dispersed and invested, but there is not that much cash.

"No problem, you can take the painting away first, as long as the money comes within a month."

When dealing with a high-quality customer like Zhao Zhengshan, Jing Shizhen was naturally very talkative, so she immediately rolled up the painting and put it into a wooden box that smelled of sandalwood.

"Uncle Zhao, 8000 million, you just bought it?"

Su Xiaofan, who felt that his waist was a lot thicker just now, was dumbfounded to see that the transaction of nearly [-] million was completed in such a few words, which made him feel unreal.

"Calligraphy and painting are value-preserving, and there is a lot of room for appreciation. They are also an investment in themselves. Why can't we buy them?"

Zhao Zhengshan mentioned a few words to Su Xiaofan, in his opinion, it may not be a good thing that Su Xiaofan's net worth suddenly increased by more than 1000 million, he might as well invest in antiques.

"I don't have your courage."

Su Xiaofan shook his head with a wry smile, this calligraphy and painting can't be eaten, isn't it delicious with more than 1000 million cash lying in the account?

(End of this chapter)