Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

Chapter 261 Stitching Ancient Paintings
"Master, how much do you plan to sell this double-headed official hat chair?"

"One thousand and two."

"Master, it's a bit expensive for you."

"Just say whether you want it or not. If you don't, I'll sell it to someone else."

He is only 200 yuan short of buying a big color TV, so he plans to sell this double-headed official hat chair for 200 yuan.

He had seen Han Chunming's expression just now, and he was not afraid that he would not want it.

"Come on, who makes me really like it? One thousand and two is one thousand and two. I don't have so much money with me. I'll move my things back first, and I'll send you the money later."

"You can go directly to the tavern, I will wait for you at the tavern."

"Okay, I'll take that thing."

"Take it away, this huanghuali double-headed official hat chair, it's yours now."

"Pianer, if you want to sell the other chairs, you can sell them to me too."

"If you don't sell the other ones, maybe you can sell them for more money in two years. Wouldn't it be a loss to sell them to you now?"

"Okay, I'll meet you at the tavern later."

Han Chunming carried the huanghuali double-headed official hat chair, and left Pian'erye's house with Yang Yukun.

Yang Yukun said with a smile: "Master Pianzi really likes you, so he opened his mouth to you like a lion."

This huanghuali double-headed official hat chair, according to the current market price, is definitely not worth so much money.

Pianerye, an old Jianghu, saw Han Chunming's eyes flashing green, how could he let go of the opportunity to kill him.

"It's okay, who made my buddy really like this object."

As the saying goes, money is hard to buy and I like it.

Of course Han Chunming knew that Mr. Pianer was taking the opportunity to kill him, but whoever made him really like this object, the more expensive it is, the more expensive it is.

"By the way, Xiaokun, are you up for a while?"

"It's okay, what's the matter?"

"It happens that I'm fine. I haven't been to Liulichang for a long time. Let's go for a walk?"

"Okay."

Yang Yukun hasn't been there for a long time at Liulichang. Since Han Chunming wants to go there, he should go for a stroll.

Han Chunming first brought back the huanghuali double-headed official hat chair he bought from Mr. Pian'er, and then sent the money for the chair to the tavern to Mr. Pian'er.

"One thousand and two, Mr. Pianer, count and see if you are right."

"It's one thousand and two, that's right."

Master Pianer counted the money, and it was indeed 200 yuan, just right.

"Xiao Kun, talk to Yang Huajian and Mao Tutu later, and ask them to bring the TV over and install it for me."

"Okay, I will tell Brother Jian and Brother Tu later, I will pull the TV over and install it for you tomorrow, so you can watch TV at home in the future."

"That's a good relationship. Later, you both go to my place to drink."

"Success, Mr. Pianer, then you continue to be busy."

Han Chunming said: "Master, we will withdraw first, and you continue to be busy."

"Got it."

"Xiao Kun, you ride."

Han Chunming handed the motorcycle keys to Yang Yukun and asked him to ride.

"Row."

Yang Yukun took the key, started the motorcycle, and arrived at Liulichang in a short while.

"I haven't been here for so long, I feel that there are more people here."

"Didi..., please let me out, thank you."

"I'm thirsty, go to my eldest nephew to have a cup of tea and have a rest."

Yang Yukun parked his motorcycle at the entrance of Jubao Pavilion, and walked into Jubao Pavilion with Han Chunming.

"Xiaofeng."

"Grandpa, you are here. Grandpa is upstairs greeting the guests. You sit first."

"You are busy with your business, don't worry about us."

Yang Feng, the clerk of Jubao Pavilion, was greeting the guests, and Yang Guangcheng was also greeting the distinguished guests upstairs. Yang Yukun asked him to keep busy, went straight to the table and sat down, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Han Chunming and himself, and looked at the people in the shop. Dangling guests.

He noticed that the guest was holding a scroll in his hand. From the shape, it should be an ancient painting.

"Little comrade, may I ask if you accept ancient paintings here?"

"Come on, sir, do you have ancient paintings to sell?"

Yang Feng asked after hearing the words.

The middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit and glasses wandered around the store for more than 20 minutes.

Unexpectedly, this gentleman is not here to buy things, but to sell things.

Although their Jubao Pavilion is mainly made of porcelain, they also collect other valuable old objects.

"I have a pair of "Lady Picture" by Chen Hongshou of the Ming Dynasty that I want to sell. I don't know how much you can give here."

The middle-aged man adjusted his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and raised the scroll in his hand.

"Sir, please wait a moment, I'll call our manager."

Yang Feng has not been working in Jubao Pavilion for a long time, and he is still learning various aspects of antique appraisal and other knowledge.

The guest brought a pair of "Pictures of Ladies" from the Ming Dynasty to sell. He, an apprentice who didn't know anything, couldn't be the master, so he had to ask the great grandfather to come down.

"Sir, you have some tea, I'm going to call the manager down."

Yang Feng poured a cup of tea for the other party, and went upstairs to find the grandfather.

To Chao Yang Yukun and Han Chunming nodded with a smile, and Yang Yukun and Han Chunming nodded in response with a smile, which was regarded as a greeting to each other.

After a while, Yang Feng ran down from upstairs and said, "Sir, please wait a moment, our manager will be finished soon."

The other party smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm not busy today."

After a while, Yang Guangcheng accompanied a middle-aged man carrying a box down the stairs, and personally sent the guest to the door.

From the smile on his face, it is not difficult to see that this is another profitable business. If it does not open for three years, it will last for three years after opening.

"Uncle Kun, Xiao Wu." Yang Guangcheng first greeted Yang Yukun and Han Chunming, and then said to the middle-aged man in black-rimmed glasses and tunic suit: "Hi sir, I am the shopkeeper of Jubao Pavilion. I heard that you have a Do you want to sell Chen Hongshou's "Portrait of Ladies?"

"Yes, this "Picture of Lady" was handed down by our ancestors. If the price is right, I want to sell it."

"Please move on, let's go upstairs and discuss in detail."

"it is good."

"Uncle Kun, Xiao Wu, drink tea upstairs."

"Row."

Yang Yukun and Han Chunming were also very interested in the "Picture of Ladies" in this person's hands, and they also went upstairs together.

Yang Guangcheng invited Fang Liangbao, and the other party put the scroll on the table and unfolded it.

Holding a professional tool, Yang Guangcheng looked at the "Picture of Ladies" carefully.

He is good at pottery, calligraphy and painting is not his specialty, but he knows a little bit.

He didn't find any problems with this "Lady Picture", it was indeed Chen Hongshou's work.

"Uncle Kun, what do you think?"

Yang Guangcheng turned his head and asked about Yang Yukun.

Unlike him who is good at ceramics, Yang Yukun is proficient in everything, whether it is ceramics and jade, or miscellaneous calligraphy and painting, and has very deep attainments in every field.

Yang Yukun glanced at the owner of the painting and said, "I'm not sure about this "Picture of Ladies."

"Understood, sir, I'm sorry, but we can't accept this "Picture of Ladies" in Jubao Pavilion."

I don't know for certain, doesn't it mean that this "Picture of Ladies" is fake.

Hearing Yang Yukun say this, Yang Guangcheng realized that this "Picture of Ladies" contained secrets that he hadn't seen.

"Little comrade, what you mean is that the "Picture of Ladies" handed down by my ancestor is a fake, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately."

The smile on the face of the middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses paused, and he glanced sideways at Yang Yukun.

"If I have to make it clear, okay, I have to say that the person who stitched this painting together is indeed a master. The stitching is indeed seamless, but it can't change the fact that it is stitching.

Do you really think that by using two kinds of rice paper with similar ages, you can steal the sky and change the day?

There are still paints that have been soaked in your nails all year round. If I guess right, you should be the one who stitched this painting together. "

This painting is indeed "Picture of Ladies" by Chen Hongshou of the Ming Dynasty, yes, but not all.

Half-truth.

Among them, the lower part is genuine and the upper part is spliced.

Chen Hongshou made a living by selling paintings in his later years. He was good at figure painting, and he was also good at landscape, flowers and birds. .

It has to be said that the painting skills of the splicing parts have almost reached the point where the real ones are confused.

In order to appear more real, the stitchers also used rice paper of a similar age.

In this situation, even experts who specialize in ancient calligraphy and painting may not be able to see it, but they can't hide it from his eyes.

"You said my "Portrait of Ladies" was stitched together, what evidence do you have?"

"You want evidence, okay, I'll give you evidence to convince you."

Yang Yukun picked up a tool and carefully opened the place where the signature was signed, revealing a Luo character.

"How about it, do you want me to call the police for you?"

The other party glanced at Yang Yukun, rolled up the scroll, and left without saying a word.

"I really thought that the clothes I made were perfect. With this technique, I still have the nerve to leave my own mark on the painting."

In Chinese and foreign painting circles, there are many masters, like those professionals who specialize in painting. The fake calligraphy and paintings they imitate, let alone ordinary people, even many collectors and experts, find it difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

These people feel that they are very awesome, and many of them will leave their own exclusive marks on their imitated works.

The person just now must have obtained half of Chen Hongshou's "Picture of Ladies" from somewhere, and then he will stitch and fill it up.

It's a pity that no matter how superb his methods are, he can't escape his piercing eyes.

(End of this chapter)