The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 13 Getting Ready to Sell
Before Sun Jie could ask, Zhang Moqian hastily put down the scroll in his hand, and hurried to the door.

Pull down the shutter door on the store door and lock it firmly.

Returning to the counter again, he picked up the scroll and brocade box, and said to Sun Jie solemnly, "Follow me to the second floor!"

Put the scroll in the brocade box, hold it carefully, and walk to the back.

Looking at Zhang Moqian's flowing movements just now, Sun Jie was puzzled, but he followed Zhang Moqian all the way to the second floor.

The rooms on the second floor are about the same size as the first floor, but much more refined than the first floor.

There are a few quaint bookshelves with some old books on them.

A few unrecognizable quaint wooden furniture, and some ancient paintings hanging on the walls.

On the table in the corner, there is a copper incense burner.

Curly green smoke rises from the copper incense burner, adding a touch of Zen to the room.

Coming to the desk, Zhang Moqian cleaned up everything on the desk.

Take out a wool blanket and lay it flat on the table.

Then he put the brocade box containing the paintings on the wool blanket, took out a pair of brand new white linen gloves from the bookshelf beside him, and put them on.

Those clumsy reading glasses were also replaced with more professional magnifying glasses.

There is an illuminated lamp head on the magnifying glass, when the switch is turned on, the light is bright.

After getting everything ready, Zhang Moqian carefully spread the painting on the table.

His face was almost attached to the painting, and he held a magnifying glass with light in his right hand, carefully looking at the painting non-stop.

Compared with just now, I am more cautious!

After more than half an hour, Zhang Moqian's admiration sounded: "Old man, I have lived for so many years, and I have seen several authentic works of Tang Bohu, but I have never seen such exquisite, well-preserved, and wonderful paintings. .

Whether it's the inscription, the painting, or the drawn lines, they are all extremely fluid and elegant.The colors on it are very magnificent. At a glance, the old man almost got drunk inside and couldn't get out! "

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's exquisite, it's really exquisite! This painting of a lady, the colors on it are very beautiful, and the lines are very fluid, unlike other paintings that have been handed down.

The paintings that have been handed down before have more or less defects. After all, they are hundreds of years old, so how can they be free of defects?

But in your painting, there are almost no major defects, and those small defects are not concealed, and have no effect at all.So wonderful, so wonderful! "

Putting down the magnifying glass in his hand, Zhang Moqian was as happy as a child, the smiles on his face piled up, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"The painting is very good and perfectly preserved. It is the first time I have seen such a beautiful painting after so many years of work.

It is better than those museums, exquisite, beautiful and magnificent, and well preserved. "

All kinds of words of praise are endless, and words of praise are not hesitated.

He picked up the magnifying glass on the table and bent down to look at it seriously.

Because of his old age, he would suffer from back pain from time to time, but now he has bent over for so long, but he doesn't feel anything.

The whole person was obsessed with this painting, and the praises and praises flowed out like a surging river.

However, there are still some doubts about the authenticity.After all, the store is too small and shabby.

With some hesitation on his face, he stood by the table.

Zhang Moqian naturally saw Sun Jie's hesitation, so he said with a smile: "My humble Zhang Moqian, you can search the Internet, I still have some fame in the antique calligraphy and painting business!"

Having said that, Sun Jie took out his mobile phone and entered Zhang Moqian's name.

A line of detailed introduction appeared on the screen, and Sun Jie turned off the screen after watching it for a while.

"It's me, Meng Lang, who still looks at Haihan!" Sun Jie was a little embarrassed, but the big rock in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Zhang Moqian looked at Sun Jie and praised: "Although this picture of a lady is small in size, it is free from any flaws, and it is completely and delicately preserved, which is rare in the world.

It's beautiful, it's beautiful, it's beautiful.This lady is like coming to life.It is much better than those preserved in those museums, boutique, this is boutique! "

Reluctantly put away this painting and repacked it in a brocade box.

He took off the gloves on his hands and put them on the table casually.

Pointing to the chair in the room, he said, "Sit down, let's sit down and talk about it in detail!"

Sun Jie said some polite words, and sat on the row of grand master's chairs against the wall.

The layout of the room is relatively simple. In the row against the wall, there are two grand master chairs and a square table in the middle.

Zhang Moqian sat next to him, and didn't rush to ask Sun Jie about various things. First, he took out his modern tea set and started to make tea.

There is a socket behind the table, and the modern tea set quickly steamed under Zhang Moqian's fiddling.

I don't know what kind of tea it is, but as the heat continues to increase, the fragrance becomes stronger and stronger.

Refreshing and moisturizing, as if you are in a tea field.

"Ding!"

After the teapot beeped, Zhang Moqian took out two teacups and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

"The place is simple and the tea is poor, but it is a blessing to be able to drink a cup of tea in this humble room!" Zhang Moqian's gestures were full of grace.

Sun Jie thanked him a few times, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Sweet in the mouth, soft and sweet.The tea flowed between the mouth and mouth, and then entered the throat.

Slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, he lifted his spirits a little.

"The old man was joking, this tea is good tea, I have never had such a good tea in my life!" Sun Jie said with respect.

"My little brother's words are false, if it is an ordinary person, how can he do it at will, and it is an authentic Tang Bohu?

This painting is so well preserved, presumably the circulation channel is relatively simple.For any painting that has been turned over and over several times, no matter how exquisite the painting is, it will inevitably be wrinkled or stained if it is turned over many times.

In this painting of my brother, the wrinkles and stains on it are almost negligible.This also shows that this painting has not been turned around as many times as ordinary paintings. If this is not the case, then there is a high probability that this painting is the little brother's family heirloom.

People who can have such paintings at home must have extraordinary origins.Although the little brother's clothes are ordinary, and his family may be in decline in modern times, but if you push it forward for decades or hundreds of years, he might be the family of Zhongming Dingshi! "Zhang Moqian drank tea and carefully analyzed Sun Jie's background.

It has to be said that his analytical ability is indeed strong.I dare not say that what he said is universal, but there are six out of ten.

But even if he wanted to break his head, he never thought that Sun Jie had a treasure that could travel through the late Ming Dynasty and modern times.

As the saying goes, people become mature when they grow old, what kind of storms and waves has Zhang Moqian not experienced in most of his life?Coupled with the fact that he has read a lot of history books, although his gestures are all casual, he does not look like a normal vicious person.

Zhang Moqian knows countless people and has rich experience.

Ever since Sun Jie entered the door, Zhang Moqian has been sizing him up.

If it were someone else who came to him for appraisal with an authentic painting of Tang Bohu, he wouldn't dare to mobilize the crowd, but he would pay great attention to it.

But Sun Jie was uncharacteristically, holding the brocade box containing the paintings, and walked in swaggeringly.

It seems a little cautious, but it always gives people a feeling of carelessness.

If it was said that the paintings inside were fake, Zhang Moqian would just laugh it off, but the paintings inside were real, so the meaning would be different.

A young man in his early twenties, casually holding a pair of valuable paintings, as if nothing happened, such an attitude itself has problems.

Moreover, from the beginning of the appraisal until just now, there was not much reaction.Although there is some excitement, compared with ordinary people, there is still a big gap.

His excitement and excitement gave people the feeling that it was not too strong, as if it was an expected excitement.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of fog on Sun Jie's body, which aroused Zhang Moqian's interest.

"There is nothing wrong with this painting of yours. The signature, lines, and characteristics all match Tang Bohu one by one. It is a fine painting." Zhang Moqian said with a smile, his face full of approval.

"Then thank you, old man!" Sun Jie said, arching his hands.

Just as he put his hands on his chest, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly put them down again.

Although the Ming Dynasty was not long, it left some shadows more or less.

If this action is placed in the eyes of ordinary people, they will just laugh it off.

But Zhang Moqian keenly caught Sun Jie's action, and felt more and more in his heart that Sun Jie's background must be extraordinary.

"What do you think of the appraisal fee?" Sun Jie looked at Zhang Moqian.

The price of this kind of work is generally not too low.

Although I don't have any money with me now, I should ask first before talking.

Zhang Moqian smiled and waved his hands, "The appraisal fee is easy to talk about, it doesn't matter if you give it or not. To see such a beautiful painting, it doesn't matter if you don't charge it or don't!"

Why did Zhang Moqian do this?Is it really because the paintings are beautiful?

There are some reasons, but not all, the most important thing is to exchange for a favor.

Favor is something that sometimes doesn't seem very important, but at critical times, it's worth a lot, it's a good thing, and it can even turn the situation around.

It is always a good thing to have more friends. I don't have many years to live, but it is also a help to future generations.

From Zhang Moqian's point of view, Sun Jie was so generous that he could be Tang Bohu's authentic work at will. Does such a person have a bad background?

This is Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting. Sometimes, money may not be able to buy it.

It cannot be said that Zhang Moqian watches people order dishes, this is how the world is.

People are powerful, others will naturally look up to them.

From Zhang Moqian's point of view, Sun Jie's background is unusual, and he may not be able to get favors from such a person, but it's not wrong to leave a good impression first.

"Old man, if I sell this painting, how much can I expect to sell it for? I have some urgent matters recently, and my money is a little tight. I want to sell this painting and get back some funds!" Sun Jie said what he thought in his heart.

Zhang Moqian was not surprised, most people would have this reaction.

Selling this painting is not a good way.Zhang Moqian didn't want Sun Jie to sell the painting. After thinking about it, he persuaded: "The old man still has to advise you, don't sell this painting. The water in it is very deep, so it's easy to sell it. If you don't know how to do it, you will be easily caught deceive.

Paintings by people like Tang Bohu will lose money no matter how much they sell.This kind of celebrity stuff will appreciate in value over time, and it is most suitable to keep it as a family heirloom.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, try not to take it out and sell it, it is not worth it! "

"That's the reason, but how can I say it? I'm really short of money recently, and I really have no choice. Otherwise, I wouldn't sell this kind of thing." Sun Jie sighed.

Zhang Moqian was silent, his eyes kept turning on Sun Jie.

After a long time, he said: "If you really want to sell, I can help you contact buyers. The buyers I contact are basically people who know the basics and have been friends with me for many years. They will not be like today. .

But you have to be mentally prepared, the price will not be low, but it is not as high as you imagined.

Those high-priced antiques on the auction house are very deep, just look at them for fun, don't take them seriously. "

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