Reborn God Emperor Daddy

Chapter 106 Wu Daozi's Painting

There are many people outside the antique street, but there are few customers in this high-end storefront.

As the saying goes, if you don't open for three years, you can eat for three years after opening. When Song Haotian and the others came in, there were not many people.

"Hey, boy, let's see what we want."

As soon as Song Haotian and Lin Meichen entered the door, the shop owner immediately greeted them.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, not too tall, about 1 meters.

With a thin face and two mustaches and gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like a profiteer.

"Oh, you two little girls are so beautiful."

After seeing the two little guys, Mustache praised, "Young man, you are really lucky to have such two beautiful little girls.

Do you want to buy something for them to keep as a dowry when they get married in the future, which will save face.

Let me tell you, there are quite a lot of good things in my store. I have porcelains from the Song Dynasty, vases from the Qing Dynasty, calligraphy and paintings by Wang Xizhi, and urinals from Lord Qianlong.

As long as you take it home and save it for your daughter for ten or twenty years, it will be a priceless treasure in the future..."

As expected of a businessman, this guy is extremely sharp-tongued, talking endlessly.

"Boss, you are busy, let's take a look."

Song Haotian didn't want to pay attention to this mustache, just scanned it with his spiritual sense, it can be said that there are no antiques in this store that are as serious as eight hundred.

Maybe he has good stuff too, but definitely not here.

"Papa, this big horse is so beautiful."

The two little guys pointed to the tricolor horse at the door and said.

Seeing that the two little guys liked the three-colored horse, the mustache said quickly: "Young man, this is the authentic Tang Sancai. If you are interested, I will give you a cheaper price."

Before Song Haotian could speak, Tuantuan shook his little hand: "No, no, it's too small to ride."

The little guy who dares to love is used to riding big white and little black, and thinks that this tricolor horse can't be ridden, so just take a look.

"Yeah, also... also... can't fly, Hua... Hua... Huahua can fly."

Yuanyuan also shook her little hand.

"Uh……"

Even though the mustache was eloquent, he was speechless for a while. This was the first time he saw someone judge an antique by whether it could be ridden or not.

Song Haotian took the two little guys around for a while, and was about to leave when he felt that there was nothing interesting.

At this moment, a young man in his twenties hurried in from outside, holding a long package in his hand.

Song Haotian's eyes touched the package, and his expression moved slightly. Inside the package was a painting, and there was a hint of aura, which was quite strong.

Since entering the Antique Street, although he has seen a few antiques with spiritual energy, they are nothing compared to this one.

Seeing this, he stopped in his tracks and did not leave in a hurry.

"Boss, do you accept ancient paintings here?"

The clothes on the young man's body were shabby, he didn't look rich, and there was an indelible sadness between his brows.

"Yes, the price here is fair, and there is no deception. As long as you are a good thing, I promise to give you a satisfactory price."

Seeing that Song Haotian and the others had no intention of buying anything, Mustache immediately turned his attention to the young man.

"Great, let's see how much I can pay for this painting."

The young man carefully opened the package, took out a carton, opened the carton and took out a painting.

He put the painting on the countertop and unfolded it bit by bit.

The picture scroll is about 50 centimeters wide and 1 meters long. On both sides are very simple wooden scrolls, which seem to be old.

After opening it, there is a landscape ink painting on it, the painting style is quite grand, and it looks very imposing.

There is a seal in seal script in the lower right corner of the scroll, but it's a little unclear.

The mustache looked very professional. He took the white gloves, and after putting them on, he picked up a magnifying glass to examine them carefully.

He looked very carefully bit by bit, from the beginning to the end, and finally checked the signed seal carefully.

After a while, he took off his white gloves, put down his magnifying glass, shook his head and said, "Young man, your painting is fake.

Although the signature is written by Wu Daozi, but judging from the painting style of this scroll, it is completely copied by later generations, and it has no collection value at all, why don't you go to someone else's house to have a look. "

He said so, but his eyes kept on the painting.

Song Haotian could tell that this guy was a trick of a profiteer, playing hard to get.

He has a thousand years of experience and experience, and he can tell the tricks of the mustache at a glance, but the young man doesn't have this ability.

Hearing that his painting was fake, he immediately became anxious.

"It's impossible, boss, please take a closer look, my father told me before he died, this is a good thing passed down from our ancestors.

If it weren't for my mother's rush to spend money for hospitalization, it would be impossible for me to sell it. "

Mustache shook his head again: "Anyone who comes to my place now will say that it is a family heirloom, but it is actually worthless at all.

If it's really Wu Daozi's painting, you can open it for as much as you want, but it's a pity that this is a fake.

How about this, I don't think it's easy for you, or I'll give you an errand fee, how about 500 yuan? "

In the end, he revealed his real purpose, that is, this painting still has to be collected, but the price is pitifully low.

In fact, what Xiao Huzi said is correct, Wu Daozi's handed down works are very few, and most of them are fakes.

Even so, the style of copying the painting in front of me is very close to that of Wu Daozi, and the artistry is profound, so it has great collection value.

It's just that the world of antiques is very deep, and people have always relied on their eyesight for food. Of course, he wouldn't say these things.

"500 yuan? This is absolutely not possible!" The young man immediately shook his head, "No matter what, 500 yuan can't be sold. My mother is in a hurry to pay for the hospital, so I need to sell it for at least 1 yuan."

"1 yuan? Can a fake like you sell for 1 yuan?"

Mustache looked disdainful, and then showed a look of compassion, "To be honest, your painting is not worth much at all.

But for the sake of your filial piety, I will give you another 500 yuan, which will be considered a donation. "

"No, it's still too little."

The price of 1000 yuan was far from what I expected, and the young man shook his head again.

"It's too little? Young man, you can't be too greedy, you have to see what you are."

As if he had been greatly insulted, the mustache patted the protruding chicken chest and said, "Brother, you can inquire in the whole antique street, and the price given by me, Zhang Laosan, is the most fair.

If it weren't for the fact that you are a filial son, I would not have offered such a high price no matter what.

If it were someone else, just your fake, it would be too hard to use as toilet paper..."

Hearing what he said, the young man seemed to be a little loose, but he had been hesitating, obviously unable to make up his mind.

"Well, I will give you a final price, 2000 yuan, no more points!
It all depends on you being a dutiful son, otherwise I would never accept such a high price for a fake painting. "

"But, I need 1 yuan..."

The young man was rather tangled.

Mustache continued to persuade: "Brother, I understand your difficulties, but your painting is really worthless.

Listen to me, selling two thousand is two thousand, it's better than nothing, at least you can buy some nutrition for your mother, and you can figure out what to do with the rest. "

(End of this chapter)