When Zhen Minglang said the value of appreciating a painting, then naturally what Zhen Minglang took out was the original work. After Zhen Minglang took out Yu Ji's landscape painting, Mr. Zhuang walked forward directly.

Looking at it, it was a landscape painting by Yu Ji, and Mr. Zhuang also fell in love with it first.

Yuji was a native of Jiang Renhe of the Qing Dynasty, which is now Hangzhou and Zhou, and Zhuang Lao's hometown is also a prosperous place in Hangzhou and Zhou.

Mr. Zhuang also knew something about Yu Ji, and his home also collected Master Yu Ji's paintings of Luoshen. His writing skills were vigorous and moderate. The ladies he painted were calm and quiet, and he was never fragile. Therefore, he gave the nickname "Yu Meiren". However, Yu Ji did not easily paint for others, and he also grew flowers and birds, which were all interesting.

Yu's works have fewer passed down from generation to generation. The paintings obtained by Zhen Minglang are originally written by the world. If they are genuine, their value cannot be measured by money.

Mr. Zhuang patiently looked at the landscape paintings of Yu's collection. The valley was lingering, and each stroke was vivid, and the flowing water and ripples were all made of natural strokes. The lit waves and white sails seemed to be able to visit the scene at a glance.

The ink is splashed freely and freely, the pen is elegant and elegant, with the mountain light on the palm and the clouds are used to create clothes.

"This is Yu Ji's landscape paintings in his later years. Because all the works of Yu Ji's past are only 500, and there may be only ten landscape paintings. Except for works that are superb and treasured in the National Museum, there are only one or two circulating on the market. Your painting can be said to be Yu Ji's extinction. Brother Minglang, do you intend to sell this painting?"

Mr. Zhuang had received Zhen Minglang's Liu Yezun before. Now, Zhen Minglang has such a good treasure again, so Mr. Zhuang naturally wants to buy it, if Zhen Minglang is willing to take action.

However, I have the habit of collecting myself. Zhuang Lao only needs one work by each master. The landscape paintings are indeed good now, but they are a bit inferior to the Luoshen pictures that I have already collected.

Moreover, Yu Ji is best at drawing characters. His works and pictures of the Lady of the Goddess of Luoshu are the most precious. Mr. Zhuang wanted to include them, and wanted to sell the goods. He transferred the words of Yu Ji to extract the price difference from them.

"Mr. Zhuang, I have the idea of ​​transferring it out now, but I wonder, Mr. Zhuang thinks this landscape painting is worth?"

"Minglang, to be honest, if someone comes to Guxiangzhai to sell this painting, I will tell him one million. But it's you, I will tell you two million first."

Mr. Zhuang said two million, and Wu Sheng was stunned.

"Old Zhuang, according to my clumsy eyes, this painting can only cost 1.5 million yuan. Old Zhuang wants to include two million yuan, but..."

"Wu Sheng."

Mr. Zhuang called Wu Sheng, meaning that Wu Sheng should not say more.

"Yes, Wu Sheng, I know what you mean. Indeed, giving this painting one million and a half million in our industry is considered a high price. But I also like Minglang's little brother Zhuang Lao. Yes, this painting is worth nothing more than that. But when you meet a collector who appreciates Yu's works, the value of the painting cannot be measured by money. Zhuang Lao promises Minglang that I will show you your landscape painting to my friends. If anyone is willing to pay more than two million in income, I will transfer it for you. If not, I will ask Wu Sheng to take the calligraphy and painting to the auction for sale. In short, I promise that at least I will sell you two million. If it can exceed two million, the excess will belong to you."

Mr. Zhuang really likes Zhen Minglang. Now, not only does he not want to make a penny of Zhen Minglang, but he is also willing to help Zhen Minglang transfer this calligraphy and painting for free.

"Old Zhuang, I, Zhen Minglang, feel a little embarrassed when you say this."

Although Zhen Minglang didn't know what the final value of this landscape painting was, from Huang Shenghua's mouth, Zhen Minglang also recognized the value of this painting by one million. As long as one million is satisfied, it would be good to get one million. Mr. Zhuang also had to give himself two million, or even more.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. If you are polite to Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang will be unhappy. You don't remember that Mr. Zhuang said at the birthday party of Jin's Jewelry that I intend to accept you as my apprentice and introduce you to the people of the Cultural Relics Appreciation Association and ask you to join our association. For this little thing, the master will help his apprentice, and what else can I say."

Indeed, if it seems very troublesome, it would be very simple if it is handed over to Mr. Zhuang. As a master in the antique industry, Mr. Zhuang may know more friends in this circle than all of Zhen Minglang’s friends. If he takes this painting to the Cultural Relics Appreciation Association to display it, someone will almost get the painting. Even if there is not, ask his friends to auction it at the auction, the two million will definitely be like taking a picture.

When he put the painting here, Zhen Minglang and Zhuang Lao also made an appointment to go to the Cultural Relics Appreciation Association tomorrow morning. It was dinner time, so Zhuang Lao also asked Zhen Minglang to have a meal at his house.

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The ancient road west wind.

This is a very comfortable community, and the name of the community is also taken from the ancient road of the west wind and thin horse in the poem "Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan.

As Mr. Zhuang came to his house, Zhen Minglang also felt that Mr. Zhuang really treated himself as a good disciple.

For a master like Mr. Zhuang, he usually would not bring people to his home. Since he came here, it means Mr. Zhuang valued him.

Mr. Zhuang’s house is a floor-to-story house. Zhen Minglang knew that the average house model of the more floor-to-story house is mostly about the elderly and their children living together. The elderly are downstairs and their children are upstairs, and they are having fun.

Seeing Zhen Minglang looking up the room upstairs, Mr. Zhuang smiled knowingly, "Haha, the room upstairs is where my daughter lives."

"A thousand gold?"

"Yes, my daughter. Minglang, haven't I told you that I have a daughter studying abroad. There is her room above, and on the first floor, it's mine."

Mr. Zhuang said, and Zhen Minglang remembered that Mr. Zhuang had a daughter. She seemed to be studying in the United States, and like herself, her relationship was in a period of loss. Her Chinese boyfriend could not bear the pain of missing her in another place and proposed to break up with her.

"Minglang, you're sitting there first. Every night I'll have a video chat with my daughter. After a while, I'll have a good chat with you. As for the meal, let Kobayashi prepare it."

Xiaolin is a maid from Zhuang’s hometown, and Xiaolin arranges dinner. Zhuang also has video chats with women at this time every day.

Because the computer was placed on the coffee table, Mr. Zhuang went there as promised and turned on the computer directly.

On the picture, a girl suddenly appeared. Her eyes were covered with tears, her eyes were red, and the powder on her face was beaten to pieces, but the natural bare face was so beautiful that it was heartbreaking.

The long hair that fell on both sides of the shoulders slid across the slender cheeks and stuck to the face for a while. Under the curtain of the bangs were those big eyes, crystal clear, and the tears were pearls.

"Daughter, what's wrong with you? Who bullies you?"

When Mr. Zhuang saw his daughter like this, he lost control for a while.

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