The Book of Appreciation

After dealing with the matter of the two women, Wu Di turned around and said to the middle-aged man following behind:

"Sir, are you looking for me to sell that gourd?"

The man bit his lip and nodded,

"Master, something has happened to me recently, my hands are tight, and I don't have anything valuable at home, so I have to sell this gourd that has been treasured for many years. If it can be handed over to the master, it will not be regarded as burying it."

"Hehe, what price are you going to offer?"

"President Wang gave an estimate of 48 yuan. I thought it was the auction price. Not only would I have to wait, but I would also have to pay a handling fee. Why not just set it at 46 yuan? This poor man can't earn anything, can he?"

Wu Di shook his head and said with a smile:

"Not at this price."

The man hurriedly said:

"Is it too high? Master, I really can't go any lower. These four 10,000+ are far from enough to plug the hole. I don't know where to find the rest!"

He asked about the price at Panjiayuan, and the highest bidder among those unscrupulous bosses only paid 13 yuan.He was a little fortunate to have received the invitation to the treasure appraisal program in time, and met a little master who knew the goods, but now even he said the same thing, could it be that this thing is really so worthless?

"Where do you find the rest? Well, I think it's probably from me."

Seeing that the master was about to collect things from Tibetan friends, the people nearby gathered around, and after a while, a large crowd gathered. Hearing what Wu Di said, some of the quick-witted ones shouted:

"Dude, you have met a good man! The master means that your price is low! He wants to raise your price!"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, did he even raise the price for this purchase?

"This gourd is the work of Monk Wang. It is almost extinct in the market, so the price is hard to estimate. But I think if it goes up for auction, it will be between 350 million and 450 million, and you have to meet the right person. Let's do it, I'll take one, 400 million, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth enough to stuff his gourd,

"Great... Teacher, this... how can it work, 200 million is enough, everything is solved..."

There was a buzzing discussion in the crowd, and some Tibetan friends immediately yelled,

"Master, take a look at this piece of mine too. The blue and white porcelain from the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty is a rare thing!"

This sound seems to remind everyone that the voices of hawking keep coming and going, it is better to be here, not only will not be cheated by those black-hearted bosses, but also raise the price!According to this ratio, wouldn't it be over ten million for me to replace it?

Wu Di signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said to the middle-aged man:

"You see, we are being polite here. Those who don't know think I'm the seller! Let's go, let's go to the bank. If the price is as you said, I think you will regret it before you leave this door! Hahahaha."

Hearing what Wu Di said, the middle-aged man laughed, scratched his scalp in embarrassment, and made a fortune in a muffled voice.He blurted out those words just now, and he almost didn't regret it to death!Although he has principles and is not greedy, but this is the price given by Wu Di himself, and he is also a top expert in this field, the gourd must be worth so much money, besides, the family still owes a whole lot of debt, When is it his turn to be the boss?

Wu Di was about to move when Wen Lan held him back and whispered:

"You offended someone, the price just now..."

Wu Di suddenly realized, yes, I almost offended someone for no reason!He thought for a while, then turned around and arched his hands to the surroundings. He was wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket, and if he took a folding fan, he really had the taste of a storyteller.

"Please be quiet, everyone. I have two things to say. First, I will not buy anything today. Second, there is one thing I want to explain to you. Those of us who collect, Drilling eyes is a common thing, not to mention the uncertain price of things. How many treasures have been handed down in China for 5000 years? Who dares to say that he knows it all? Besides, this gourd may be The price that Mr. Wang said, I was wrong when I paid 400 million yuan, and I was taken advantage of! So please stop talking about this price. This is actually a problem of a few people. How many times may the price be higher if a piece of collection meets the right person? It’s because you like it!”

On the periphery of the crowd, Zhang Dao gave a thumbs up to the young man who had set up the camera with his mind hand, and will give you a bonus later!Look at this shot!

Wu Di and the others hadn't gone far when they saw the robot cat walking in with a cloth bag in its arms. Meng Yao went up to meet it with a smile, took the cloth bag, and raised her eyebrows at him provocatively.Wu Di couldn't help laughing, it makes you proud now, I'll clean it up when I go back at night... Sigh, I hope my mother won't clean it up first when I go back at night!

After the break, everyone returned to the studio to continue recording.The Tibetan friends switched again, but the story of Wu Di taking the initiative to buy gourds at ten times the premium has long been known, and it spread rapidly in and out of the circle at a speed that no one expected...

"Okay, you kid is buying a horse bone with a lot of money! I think if you announce your address now, if you look for you to sell antiques later, won't the door of your mansion be smashed?"

Song Shiming saw that Tibetan friends who were holding other types of antiques looked at Wu Di's team enviously, so he leaned over and made fun of him.

"I'm stuck, why have I thought so much about it? Isn't it just for a gourd? It seems that I really need to think more about things in the future."

The next process was really as Song Shiming said, whenever Wu Di talked about high-quality products, most of the Tibetan friends would ask the master if he would accept them.Although there may not be many who really want to sell, but if you can let him say yes, this is also the capital for bragging in the future, isn't it?

Before the opening in the afternoon, Wu Di received a text message from Wen Lan,

"Got it, I'll ask you when I get off the plane and ask you to come over for dinner at night..."

Wu Di scratched his head, he must be with Meng Yao and the others for dinner tonight, should he say it or not?It's not good to give someone a blow in the head... Forget it, an ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws, and the new son-in-law can still hide from his old mother-in-law, so let's go and see the situation first!

As soon as the session started in the afternoon, Song Shiming encountered a problem. He brought a vertical axis painting to He Liangdong for advice, and Wu Di also stretched his head to take a look.

This is a picture of a snow scene without a title, but there is a poem inscribed by Wang Duo in the poetry hall, which proves that it is the work of Fan Kuan, one of the three masters of landscape painting in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The mountains, rocks and trees in the painting appear directly in front of the painting without leaving any space, making the viewer feel as if they are actually there when the cold air strikes.Surrounded by mountains, pointing directly to the sky, in the deep ravines, the Xiao Temple is hidden in the dense forests, and among the overlapping peaks of rocks, "the stream flows out of the deep void, and the water sounds like a sound".The mountains stacked from near to far, "fold down and have momentum", and the cold trees under the mountain are vigorous and firm, like an iron broom, with extraordinary momentum.

"From the perspective of painting style, this painting is indeed Fan Kuan's work. Look at the snow-covered mountains and deep valleys, the dense forests and cold trees on the top of the mountains, the ancient temples, cold springs and travel on the mountain streams, and the dark sky dyed with ink and wash. There are not many brushstrokes on the mountains and rocks, but the atmosphere is majestic, all of which show Fan Kuan's superb skills of "writing the real bones of the mountains" and "expressing the spirit of the mountains". But..."

He Liangdong pointed out the essence of the painting while thinking quickly.Most of such brilliant imitation paintings are also made by famous artists. Who could it be?

Wu Di knew this painting, "Snow Mountain and Xiao Temple Picture".Because its authentic work is in the National Palace Museum in Taipei, and this one is missing the seals of Jiaqing.

"Excuse me, do you know whose work this painting is?"

"Fan Kuan! I checked online. He is one of the three great masters of landscape painting in the Northern Song Dynasty. Constructing the scenery, depicting the real bones of the mountains, he is in his own class. His paintings are thick and dignified, majestic and majestic..."

He Liangdong interrupted his eloquent speech with a wave of his hand, and asked:

"Then did you know that there is such an almost identical painting in the National Palace Museum in Taipei?"

"I know! But everyone said that my painting is the real one. Later, I asked several experts to look at it, and they all thought it was the real one. Let me just say, this real one must be left in the mainland, right? , If you go to Taiwan, what is it called? In the mainland, it must..."

So this is the reason why you said it was authentic!Then why the hell did I take the risk of being kidnapped to buy paintings?are you crazy!Just ask someone to draw a picture and say yes?Even Taipei is gone, let alone the United States?necessary!

He Liangdong interrupted him dumbfounded,

"Oh, since it's confirmed to be authentic, why do you want to bring it over?"

"Hey, this... isn't it because I've always been uneasy... I heard that the masters are all masters in the industry, so I hurriedly signed up and brought them here. Besides, if we can prove it on TV, It is also a big blow to that side, isn't it..."

A few people looked at each other, this strange big brother, did you ever think that if we dared to say that your old painting is authentic, wouldn't this face be thrown to Taiwan?

He Liangdong frowned worriedly and said:

"In this case, let me just say it straight. This piece in your collection is a copy. Compared with the "Snow Mountain and Xiaosi Picture" in the Taipei National Palace Museum, the biggest difference is that it lacks a few seals from Jiaqing. .If the experts you hired didn’t tell you this, then they are not worthy of the title of experts! However, your painting is smooth, the ink is evenly distributed, and the style is very similar. It may also be an imitation of a famous artist. But I won’t discuss it here today, next one.”

The man rolled up the scroll and made a gesture of handing it forward to Wu Di. Wu Di couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.This painting is really good, if it is not very expensive, he would like it, because the book of heaven can probably tell him whose imitation it is, maybe that person is more famous than Fan Kuan.But, look at this buddy's surname, does he dare to touch it?

After this small episode, the subsequent appraisal seemed to be going smoothly, and soon it was time for the intermission.

Wu Di and Song Shiming, two bongs, were hiding in the corner of the backstage smoking, and suddenly saw a person poking his head in. Song Shiming stomped out the cigarette butt and cursed "grass"!Because the one who came in turned out to be the wonderful Tibetan friend who held the "Snow Mountain and Xiao Temple Picture".

"Two masters, please excuse me. I came here mainly to sell this painting. Well, money is a bit tight recently. I can't keep this famous painting that has been treasured by the Han family for a hundred years. I don't know the two masters... "(To be continued.)