God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 298 Yang Jichu

This kind of seemingly plain but cleverly laid out picture is really not something that ordinary people can draw.

Focusing on this layout, Xu Jingxing concluded that this Yang Jichu is definitely a famous artist, although he is definitely not a super famous artist at the level of Chen Mingyuan, but he can be regarded as one of the small famous artists, because this painting is really not something that ordinary people can draw.

And this clay painting is different from ink painting. Clay painting not only has color, but also shape. The picture drawn is a bit like sculpture, and it is three-dimensional.For example, the peach blossoms drawn with colored mud on the pen holder in front of me are protruding. The thick part is about [-] mm, and the thin part may be only [-] mm, which has a strong three-dimensional effect.

In addition, the color of the colored mud is relatively bright, so it looks particularly good-looking.

Good-looking is good-looking, but the craftsmanship is also very difficult.

According to Xu Jingxing's own judgment, this kind of craft is more difficult than simply drawing on paper, and the pigments in ancient times were not as rich as they are now, and the types of color tones are relatively monotonous, so it is more difficult to draw with colored mud in ancient times.

It can be done so beautifully under such a difficult situation, it can be seen that Yang Jichu's craftsmanship is very exquisite.

After he had a rough judgment on this purple sand painted pen holder, he suppressed the surprise in his heart, made himself look a little casual, and then asked casually, "What's the price of this pen holder? Don't say it's still 6 yuan. "

The young stall owner smiled mischievously, "How is it possible, this pen holder, ahem, 2000 yuan, how about it?"

Hearing the offer from the young stall owner, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his face showed a look of dissatisfaction, and he shook his head, "It's too high, this pen holder looks pretty good, but it's too new. gone."

"Yes, yes, the person who painted this is a master, and this painting is worth the price, not to mention that the current purple sand clay is also quite valuable, even if you go to the market to buy a plain purple sand pen holder, it will cost hundreds of dollars, yes Right?" The young stall owner quickly bargained.

It's just that the young stall owner's bargaining was a bit clumsy in Xu Jingxing's eyes. He didn't know the goods, and no matter how clever his words were, it was useless.

Xu Jingxing shook his head, "But this pen container is a bit small, and the size of the picture is not too big. 2000 yuan is too high. If I want to pay, I can only pay 800 yuan, and this price is for Mr. Yu's sake. Otherwise, I will never bid more than five hundred."

The young stall owner smiled wryly when he heard the words: "Brother, 800 yuan can't even cover the cost. I'm not willing to sell it for [-] yuan from an uncle." It is relative price.

Xu Jingxing was naturally very familiar with this kind of counter-offering skills, and he was not affected at all, so he still shook his head: "I still have the same price, 800 yuan, buddy, it would be very interesting if I can offer 800 yuan for such a new pen holder, if It’s not that the clay painting on this pen container is a bit worth seeing, I don’t even pay 100 yuan.”

"This..." The young stall owner was a little hesitant.

At this time, Yu Zecheng smiled and said: "Little Huang, don't look at the young master Xu, but he is already a great painter. Yesterday Qian Dong just bought a painting from Master Xu for a lot of money, so, he If you say that the painting of this pen holder is good, then it is really good, so don't insist on it."

Yu Zecheng's words seemed to vent Xu Jingxing's bottom, telling the young stall owner Xiao Huang that Xu Jingxing was a painter and rich, but he could taste another layer of meaning after careful taste, saying that the painting on the pen holder was really good, and vice versa. The pen holder itself is worthless, except for the clay painting outside.

In this way, the value of this pen holder is devalued again.Coupled with Xu Jingxing's status as a "great painter", it gave people a sense of "authorized" invisibly: he is a great painter, and if he says that the brush holder is average, it is average.

Sure enough, as soon as Yu Zecheng said the words, the young stall owner Xiao Huang showed a pleasant smile, "It turns out that my brother is still a great painter, so I'm sorry, I, Xiao Huang, have no culture, but I just admire you cultural people, really, don't say anything Alright, eight hundred is eight hundred, brother, take it well," said he, and put the pen container up and handed it to Xu Jingxing.

Xu Jingxing casually handed the pen holder to An Xin, and transferred 800 yuan to Xiao Huang's account. When transferring the money, he learned that Xiao Huang's name was Huang Qianyuan.

After getting the pen holder, he didn't dare to stay here any longer. After leaving Huang Qianyuan's booth, he patiently walked around with Yu Zecheng. At around 07:30, he cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Yu, I'm so sorry, we have to hurry. See you soon."

"Little master Xu is too polite, and the journey is smooth," Yu Zecheng followed suit.

Xu Jingxing smiled, "I wish you an early New Year in advance, and wish you a happy New Year."

"Haha, you too, I wish you a new year."

After saying goodbye, Xu Jingxing left the antique market with An Xin and Cheng Lin, and as soon as they got out of the alley, Cheng Lin couldn't wait to ask, "Did you miss it again?"

"How do you know?" Xu Jingxing asked back with a smile.

"Tch, who doesn't know your temperament? If you don't see rabbits, you won't scatter eagles. If it weren't for Leuer, you wouldn't talk so much nonsense. If I'm not wrong, this pen holder is worth more than the pair of chess jars last night." Gao, isn't it?" Cheng Lin asked proudly.

"Hey, Sister Lin really has bright eyes. That's right, this pen holder is indeed a treasure, similar to the pair of chess pots, but the four treasures of the study are more popular, so the market price may be slightly higher, and it shouldn't be difficult to sell for 50. "Xu Jingxing would naturally not hide anything from Cheng Lin and An Xin.

An Xin, who was at the side, was taken aback when she heard what he said, and almost threw away the pen holder in her hand, "Master, is it true or not? Is this pen holder worth 50 yuan?"

"If you meet a local tyrant, it's not impossible to be as high as 20 to [-]," he replied with a smile.

An Xin was stunned for a moment, and carefully returned the pen holder to him, "Master, you can hold it yourself, if you break it, I can't afford it if I sell myself, but master, you are so lucky, right?" , I suspect that you are possessed by the God of Wealth."

"It's impossible for the God of Wealth to possess me, but it's possible that the God of Wealth is taking care of me. Well, I'll put three pillars of incense on the God of Wealth when I get back," Xu Jingxing replied solemnly.

"Hehe, Master, you are so stingy, you earn so much to give three pillars of fragrance to the God of Wealth," An Xin said with a giggle.

"Otherwise? The God of Wealth is so rich, can he take a liking to such a mortal yellow and white thing like me? On the contrary, the three pillars of fragrance represent my heart. Respect God, just be sincere, and the God of Wealth won't care," Xu Jingxing waved his hand with a smile, carefully placed the pen holder on the co-pilot and fixed it, and said to An Xin and Cheng Lin, "Let's set off, but don't worry too much on the way, if we can't go back before dark, we will stay in Jiangdu or Huaiyin Take a night's rest, treat it as a trip, safety first."

(End of this chapter)