Tianyan Jianbao

Chapter 144 Binding
With Luo Feng's live advertisement, no one is afraid that no one will come to buy it. For a while, several people are in a good mood, toasting to persuade them to drink, and talking about the fight with the prairie wolf in Tibet, Luo Feng is also happy to hear.

Seeing that Luo Feng was in high spirits, Li Zhizhuang had the courage to say that the Diqiu in the car was scrapped, but he put all the responsibility on a few Tibetan mastiffs. Anyway, the little guy would not refute it. The reason is naturally No proof.

Luo Feng didn't pay much attention to this matter. For him, luxury goods are different from antiques. Those things are for consumption. If you buy them and don't use them, then the money will be wasted.

This is also the difference between him and Wang Haoming and Li Zhi. If this matter was shared between these two people, they would probably feel distressed for a few days. This kind of atmosphere is also determined by a person's worth and status.

"Haoming, you said we should also buy a Hummer. It will be much more convenient for Brother Mao to go to Tibet in the future."

After eating, Li Zhi first drove Luo Feng back to the villa, then took his broken car, and prepared to send Wang Haoming and Mao Yong back to rest.

"Buy a Hummer? Our little money is not enough, the Mastiff Park will not do it."

Wang Haoming has no objection to buying a car. Now there are three people and two young mastiffs in this car, which is already very crowded. It is indeed inconvenient to travel long distances with Li Zhi's broken car, but buying a Hummer is a bit exaggerated , That car is not something they can afford.

"Haoming, don't worry, I'll figure it out. We have enough money. By the way, I showed you your red sandalwood root carving to Lu to have a look. He was willing to pay 70 yuan to buy it, and I agreed. , so we have a total of 780 million in cash, which is definitely enough to buy a car."

Wang Haoming still shook his head, it is absolutely impossible to spend so much money on a car.

"Ahem. Let me tell you, Haoming, we don't buy a Hummer like Luo Ge. After the modification, it is more expensive. I know that I can't afford it, but I checked that some of them only cost 80 million. The off-road performance is still very good. At least they can run in Tibet. line, there is absolutely no problem."

Hearing Li Zhi's words, Wang Haoming realized that he was going to go wrong. Seven or eight million yuan could be considered. After all, after the Mastiff Park was built, it would be really inconvenient to have fewer cars, and even one car would not be enough.

"Okay, if it is the price you said, then buy it. Tomorrow you open a private account, and I will transfer 300 million to you. After the license of the Mastiff Park is obtained, the financial system will be formalized. But with this Car, Brother Zhou will go to Tibet in the future, so he will suffer less."

When Li Zhi heard that Wang Haoming agreed, he was so excited that he almost drove the car onto Lu Gong's protective belt, and said excitedly: "My buddies have contacted, and I can pick up the car in a week. Brother Mao will just drive to Tibet by then." .”

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Wang Haoming, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly heard the phone ring, picked it up, and saw that it was Luo Feng calling.

"Hey, Brother Luo, we didn't agree on nine o'clock."

"Go early, the old man called and said, he still has a customer at 10 o'clock, let's go there early, I'm on the way now, you go to the intersection and wait for me, I'll be there soon."

Luo Feng's voice came from the phone, Wang Haoming went back to his room, put the "Li Duanduan Picture" in the leather case, and hurried downstairs.

"Come on, get in the car."

As soon as he reached the intersection, a black Mercedes-Benz car stopped in front of Wang Haoming. Luo Feng lowered the window and greeted Wang Haoming.

After opening the Mercedes-Benz door, Wang Haoming sat on the co-pilot.

"By the way, Brother Haoming, let me tell you something. The old man whose surname is Fang is a representative of Yangzhou technicians. This old man has a weird temper. The calligraphy and painting he values ​​may be Help you with free binding, but if you don't like it, he won't take any money from you, but you should be prepared to be slaughtered, this old man has a soft knife."

While driving, Luo Feng explained to Wang Haoming that although he hadn't seen the painting by Wang Haoming yet, from the tone of his words, it could be seen that he was interested in the painting that Wang Haoming took on the grassland black market. Not optimistic either.

"It's okay, Brother Luo, as long as the shaft can be replaced for this painting, I brought 3 yuan, should it be enough?"

Wang Haoming pretended to be very casual, and replied casually, if this old man Fang is really a figure in the painting industry, he can naturally see the trickiness of this painting scarf.

"You're quite willing, boy. You're going to spend [-] yuan for the frame. Don't you want to sell it to someone else?"

"The binding is ready, I'll sell it to someone else. Brother Luo, you are not allowed to snatch it." Wang Haoming casually talked nonsense to Luo Feng.

"If it is Tang Bohu's authentic work, I'm still a little interested. Let me tell you, Hao Ming, that "Li Duanduan Picture" is well kept in the Nanjing Museum. You can just keep this picture for yourself. If you hang it out, it will be banned." It's a joke."

Luo Feng stopped the car while talking, and Wang Haoming knew where he was.

Wang Haoming took the scroll, and walked towards a yard in front with Luo Feng.

Mr. Fang's house is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there is a row of willow trees planted in front of the yard.There are two vegetable fields in the yard. An old man with gray hair is holding a hoe to save the fields.

"Grandpa Fang! Your old body is still so tough!"

After Luo Feng saw the old man, he quickly walked a few steps forward and took the hoe from the old man's hand.

"This brat, you usually don't come here when you have nothing to do. If you have something to do, you will find me. When I see Brother Luo, I will definitely sue you. It's okay, don't play tricks."

The old man watched Luo Feng pretending to be hoeing the ground, and kicked him. Luo Feng didn't dare to hide, so he took the kick with his butt.Luo Feng also looked for someone in his 40s, but there was no embarrassment on his face, he was always smiling.

Only then did Wang Haoming see the face of the old man clearly.Snow-white hair, ruddy voice, and delicate skin on the face, it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a crane-like face.

At first glance, it doesn't look like an old man in his 80s at all, but in those eyes, there is a sense of coldness from time to time.

"Is your grandfather okay?" The old man nodded to Wang Haoming and asked Luo Feng.

"Thanks to your old man, grandpa is also in good health. When he taught me a lesson, he was very agile! By the way, grandpa said some time ago that he would invite you to stay at home for a while."

"Don't go, it's very good here, this old bone, I don't want to move."

The old man sighed with emotion, glanced at the leather case in Wang Haoming's hand, and then asked, "Brother Luo found some treasures, right? Let's go and look in the house."

The old man's footsteps were steady, and he led the two of them into the living room. A middle-aged woman in her 40s, who looked like the old man's nanny, came up and brought a cup of tea to Luo Feng and Wang Haoming, and then retreated.

"Here, I'll take a look first."

The old man was not as difficult as Luo Feng said. After entering the room, he dried his hands, took the leather case from Wang Haoming's hand, unzipped the zipper, and took out the painting scroll inside.

"Come on, boy, help me type this painting."

The old man probably regarded Wang Haoming as Luo Feng's follower, so he threw a pair of white gloves over and motioned Wang Haoming to put them on.

On the rectangular table in the living room.Wang Haoming and Mr. Fang spread out the painting to both sides, but the scroll hadn't been opened halfway yet, and Mr. Wu's face already had a displeasure expression.

"I said you little bastard, would you be so kind as to let me frame things like this? Seeing that my old man is very free every day, come here to entertain me, right?"

After the scroll was fully unfolded, Mr. Fang's face was already full of anger. The authentic calligraphy and painting works of famous masters that he had handled in his life may cost more than any collector in the world. Naturally, his eyesight is extraordinary, and he can already distinguish the authenticity of this painting by just looking at it. Here comes the truth.

Seeing that the old man was angry, Luo Feng quickly said: "Grandpa Fang, don't be angry, don't be angry, why are you more angry than my grandfather, let me explain."

"Explain, what is there to explain? Your grandfather will not let you take this painting to me for binding. It should be your own idea, right? I said that you are not short of money, so there is no need for me to bind it to fool people."

The old man's anger did not diminish at all.You must know that frame binding and calligraphy and painting have always been complementary to each other. It is usually said that "three-part painting and seven-part packing".

A calligraphy and painting, if it passes through the hands of a master framer, after it is taken out.It is really possible to fool many people who have just entered the collection field.

Mr. Fang, in the entire painting and calligraphy industry in China, belongs to the Qinshan Beidou style figure, with countless disciples and grandchildren.

Therefore, the calligraphy and paintings bound by him are all expensive authentic works. Even if this fake of Tang Bohu is framed by Mr. Fang himself, after taking it out, it may be sold as an authentic work. out.

"Grandpa Fang, this painting belongs to my little brother. He just wants to reinstall it and hang it in his home. There is absolutely no case of reselling it under your old brand. The material of the shaft of this painting is very poor. It's time to hang up, I don't think it's easy for you, you are not happy. Let's stop pretending."

Luo Feng felt very upset after eating the hang-up, he had already secretly regretted it, if he knew that he could find a master at random, why bother to provoke this old man.

"What you said is true?" Old Master Fang asked with a clear face, looking at Luo Feng.

"Grandpa Fang, how dare I lie to you. If you make a phone call, my old man won't break my leg."

After hearing Luo Feng's words, Mr. Fang began to look at Wang Haoming seriously. He has lived such an old age and seen countless people, so he can naturally see that Wang Haoming is not the kind of person who steals, rapes and plays tricks, and the anger in his heart gradually dissipates. down.

"Young man, the price of my painting and calligraphy is very high. The painting you bought is poor in brushwork and has no artistic conception. You might as well go to the bookstore to buy a printed work and keep it at home. Let me bind it, but it's not worth it." .”

The meaning of Mr. Fang's words is already evading. If such a fake work that can no longer be fake is bound by his hands, it will be a joke if it is spread.

"Grandpa Fang, I also know that this painting is fake, but since I bought it, I can't just burn it as waste paper. I just want to replace these two shafts, as long as it can be hung."

Pretending to be very casual, Wang Haoming pointed to the painting spread out on the table and said that he was actually very anxious. According to his guess, the old man agreed to bind the frame. Naturally, during the process, he could find that the painting The tricks of Chinese painting.

But what Wang Haoming didn't expect was that after seeing the authenticity of the painting, the old man was not willing to make a move at all, and he didn't even take a second look at the painting.

Generally speaking, people who are more familiar with a certain profession will first pay attention to their professional aspects. If this painting is not forged too fake, Mr. Fang may still have a look at it. The person who forged this painting at that time, In order not to attract people's attention to this painting, it can be said that it has gone to great lengths and painstaking efforts.

"Oh?"

Mr. Fang replied noncommittally, but his belly followed Wang Haoming's fingers and looked at the axis of the painting, and then he made comments.

"Today, the ground pole and the shaft head are made of wood, but the material is too bad. When I look at this painting, it should be imitated by some people in the Republic of China. It is about to decay in just a few decades. Really. I don’t understand, someone will frame such a painting, huh?”

As Mr. Fang was talking, his half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a cry of surprise, and walked to the table with one step. His movements were swift, not like an old man in his 80s.

"This... This is our Wu Zhuang's method. How could we use this method to frame this broken painting?"

(End of this chapter)