Wanjie storage box

"Old man Feng, here I am, have you received any good things recently?"

When Huang Feng was chatting with the old man, suddenly there was an angry voice from outside, and then the door of the room was opened from the outside, and an old man of about the same age appeared in front of Huang Feng.

"Huh, there are guests?" The visitor also discovered Huang Feng's location for the first time: "Or, I'm waiting outside?"

"You, you are all such a large number of people, and they are still so popular." Father Feng stood up and said: "Come in, we are also waiting for you."

"Wait for me? What's the matter?" People came in too, and didn't say anything about leaving.

"Come, take a look at this painting. It was brought by this little friend. I'm not sure for a while. I'm afraid I might miss a good work. You also have research on this aspect, so I just happened to take a look together." Father Feng said.

"Oh? You can't be sure?" The visitor seemed to be interested, unfolding the calligraphy and painting, and soon he had the same reaction as Father Feng before.

Then they had a lively discussion with Mr. Feng.

"When you look at this, I thought he had a lot of ink, which was abrupt at first glance, but when you look carefully, it has a different meaning."

"Yes, and this technique and technique seems to have never been seen before."

"Well, this technique seems simple, but in fact, most people don't talk about painting, even if it is difficult to paint."

"There is also this structure, it seems to be another school, do you have an impression?"

"No, I have never seen it before."

The two people surrounded the painting and discussed constantly. They were shocked, doubtful, and joyful of discovering novel things. They had completely forgotten Huang Feng.

Huang Feng touched his nose a little awkwardly without disturbing the two of them. Looking at their analysis bit by bit, he nodded and shook his head. He seemed to attach great importance to this painting. Could it be possible to sell a good price? ?

Huang Feng had a look of expectation in his heart, he is very short of money now, very short of money.

After a long time, the two people stopped the discussion. Then the old man looked at Huang Feng and asked the same question as Old Feng Feng before. Huang Feng still answered before.

"Your painting, to be honest, whether it is in technique, intention or technique, it is very good. It's just that we have never seen this technique and technique before, but this does not mean that this technique and The technique is not good, on the contrary, this technique and technique are very good. The only shortcoming of your painting is the author, Wutongzi. This person has never heard of it. In this case, it will affect the value of the entire painting. "Later the old man said.

Huang Feng nodded. In fact, what he was thinking in his heart was that I don't understand what you said to me. I only care about how much this painting can sell.

"Then according to your old man's opinion, how much can this painting sell for?" Huang Feng asked, this is his goal.

"You really want to sell? Although the author of this painting is not well-known, this work is indeed a good thing, and it is still very collectible. It is easy for you to sell, but it is not easy to find such a work. "The old man said, and Father Feng next to him nodded in agreement.

"I'm a little tight now, and I'm in urgent need of money, so let's sell it." Huang Feng said.

The two old men nodded. Since Huang Feng said so, the two of them stopped persuading them. However, neither of them believed Huang Feng's explanation of the origin of this painting.

In fact, both of them are also puzzled. With the techniques and techniques shown in this painting, shouldn't the author be someone who has no reputation? Is it a pseudonym?Both of them have in-depth research on calligraphy and painting, but they don't know the strangeness.

Huang Feng also knows their doubts about the author, but he is not good at telling the truth, he can't always say that the author is not in the current time and space, but in other time and space. The two old people may regard him as a fool.

"Since you have decided to sell, then we won't stop you. I can represent the'Bao Lai Pavilion' for this painting and bid 500,000 yuan." Senior Feng said.

When Huang Feng heard this price, he was overjoyed. The price has reached or even exceeded his price. When he was about to agree to it, he heard the old man later said: "You don’t rush to agree, little friend. In two days, Jiasheng Auction House will hold an auction. You can take this painting there to participate in the auction, and you should be able to sell it for a good price."

"Well, you old man Qiu, I called you over, but I didn't come to tear down the stage for me." Old man Feng scolded with a smile.

And then the old man, the old man Qiu in Father Feng’s mouth, said indifferently: “You’re so big that the Baolai Pavilion is so big, and you don’t care about this collection. However, I think the little brother seems to be really short of money. Moreover, only after going to the auction can we see the true value of this thing."

"You." Mr. Feng said with a smile. In fact, he did not care too much. Although he worked as an appraiser in the "Baolai Pavilion", he did not belong to the "Bolai Pavilion". The reason why he was here, It just likes to see all kinds of calligraphy and painting.

What's more, Old Man Qiu was right. With so many things going in and out of the "Bao Lai Pavilion" every day, he wouldn't care about such an item of about 500,000 yuan.

"But, I'm not too familiar with auction houses." Huang Feng said embarrassedly. He could indeed take this painting to the auction house, but people would not just agree to let his things go to auction. , That must have enough value. Although Mr. Feng offered a price of 500,000 yuan, the value of antiques is different in the eyes of different people. Others may think that he is not worth 500,000 yuan. , Then it is even more impossible to go to auction.

Moreover, even if it is really worth 500,000, it may not qualify for auction.

"If the little friend believes me, I can help you speak from it." Old Master Qiu said, he has no other thoughts, but suddenly saw that he hadn't seen it before, but it was indeed a good thing. Actively want to do something.

"That's really thankful to Grandpa Qiu," Huang Feng said quickly.

Elder Qiu waved his hand and didn't care. He just happened to be in time. In addition, he really liked this painting. However, although he likes to appreciate some antique calligraphy and painting, he rarely spends too much money on it. So, even if I liked it in my heart, I didn't offer to buy Huang Feng's painting.

After that, Mr. Qiu helped Huang Feng contact the other party, and the other party seemed to know Mr. Qiu, so he directly agreed, and let Huang Feng take the painting to the auction house tomorrow.