"Ten thousand..."

As soon as Qi Xiang and Xiaoyu heard this, they understood what Mr. Guo meant.

"Ming Hua?" But Xiao Yu was a little suspicious: "Old Guo, this painting... is an anonymous work. How do you know it is from the Ming Dynasty?

Mr. Guo laughed and explained: "Since it is an anonymous work, then we can first make sure that there is little possibility that something is a fake, right?"

"Yes." Qi Xiang nodded immediately, and he also understood what Mr. Guo meant.

After all, whether it is a fake or a imitation, the purpose is nothing more than money. However, in terms of calligraphy and painting, only the works of famous artists are valuable. Anonymous works are generally ignored.

People who make fakes are not stupid either. They will never spend a lot of effort to forge worthless things.

You should know that making high-level fakes is also very costly. The cost of creating an anonymous work is more than the money sold, wouldn’t it be more costly to get it?

Therefore, anonymous works on the market generally do not have fakes.

Seeing that Qi Xiang and Xiaoyu agreed with their inferences, Mr. Guo continued: "Since it is not a fake, it is even more impossible to be an imitation, it is a real thing."

"As we all know, it is definitely a difficult thing to identify whether something is genuine or not. However, it is relatively simple and easy to deduce it in reverse."

Mr. Guo smiled and said, "When I received this painting, I asked an expert for advice. After he studied it, he judged from the paper quality of calligraphy and painting. This was a very popular silk paper in the early Ming Dynasty, and the things were naturally from the Ming Dynasty."

Qi Xiang and Xiaoyu suddenly realized and had no doubts anymore.

After all, in each dynasty, paper naturally has its own characteristics due to the different papermaking techniques.

For many people, such characteristics are definitely confused. However, for real experts, they are very bright and eye-catching and can be distinguished at a glance.

Qi Xiang has heard that some masters of calligraphy and painting appraisal do not need to look at them when appraising calligraphy and painting. They just close their eyes and stretch out their hands to touch them. From the texture characteristics of silk paper, they can know what era of calligraphy and painting are from.

This unique skill is amazing.

In short, even the paintings of the Ming Dynasty, even the works of anonymous, have a history of four or five hundred years. Mr. Guo asked for 10,000 yuan, which was really a big market price, and even a little loss.

At least Qi Xiang believes that if he put down the things and then changed the price twice or three times, it would be absolutely no problem. What's more, there seems to be other mystery in this painting...

Thinking of this, Qi Xiang had no intention of bargaining at all. She took out 10,000 yuan of cash from her pocket and handed it to Mr. Guo's son.

Mr. Guo's son counted twice or three times, and confirmed that the value was correct, so he stuffed it into his pocket at will. He is now in a huge sum of three million yuan and no longer looks down on this little money.

At the same time, Xiaoyu quickly put the blue and white plate on it and said with a smile: "Old Guo, I like this plate, let's give it a price."

"Hey, you have good eyesight." Mr. Guo glanced at him and said without saying nonsense, "Thirty thousand, you can take it away."

"Okay!" Xiaoyu was more excited and paid immediately. He knew in his heart that he could take the blue and white plate back and sell it to old customers who collected blue and white porcelain, at least he could earn another 30,000 to 50,000 yuan.

After finishing the silver goods, Xiaoyu took a sip of tea and said goodbye.

"Don't sit for a while and stay for lunch?" Mr. Guo naturally tried to stay.

"No, no, no, I won't bother you..."

Everyone understands that even if Mr. Guo sincerely persuades him to keep him, his son will definitely not be happy and will not be this villain.

With Mr. Guo’s gift, Qi Xiang and others left the house. After walking a few steps away, Xiao Yu sighed and whispered: “Qi Xiang, I’m sorry, I’ll let you go for a waste.”

"It's not in vain, I still have some gains." Qi Xiang raised the scroll in her hand.

"What is this gain?" Xiaoyu shook his head, feeling a little unwilling. He was ready to punch and kick, but who knew that in the end, he would be useless. And he had concerns, and he couldn't have an attack and felt uncomfortable.

When I was depressed, someone shouted in the back: "Two, wait a minute."

"Um?"

The two turned around and saw Mr. Hai following him. He did not go around in circles and directly expressed his intention. He pointed to the scroll in Qi Xiang's hand and smiled: "Brother, your painting seems to be good, can you give it to me?"

"Uh?" Xiao Yu was stunned and then took a few steps back. It was inconvenient for him to interfere with this matter.

At this time, Qi Xiang frowned: "Do you want this painting?"

"Yes." Mr. Hai smiled and said, "I just read the painting and thought it was good. If you are willing, I can give you 50,000 yuan. What about this painting?"

"Fifty thousand..." Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but envy Qi Xiang's good luck. The things he bought for ten thousand yuan made 40,000 yuan in the middle of replacing the transaction, and the business was very cost-effective.

Unexpectedly, Qi Xiang shook her head gently: "Sorry, I like things too, and I don't plan to take action."

"Ah!" Xiaoyu was stunned.

Mr. Hai was also a little surprised. He looked at Qi Xiang in surprise, and turned around and left without forcing him. It seemed that he was really on a whim and didn't have to buy paintings.

Watching Mr. Hai leave, Xiao Yu was surprised and confused: "Qi Xiang, someone wants to draw, why don't you sell it? Even if it is from the Ming Dynasty, the market is still like this. It is impossible to be much higher. It is more than 50,000 yuan. If you miss this village, you will never find such a sucker again when you look back."

"I don't plan to sell this painting, but as a gift to someone."

Qi Xiang casually made an excuse and chuckled, "Xiao Yu, I have something to do. I plan to stay in Huzhou for a few days to find relatives and friends. Should you stay with me or go back to Jinling?"

Xiaoyu didn't doubt it. After all, Qi Xiang said that he had lived in Huzhou for a few years. Now that he has come, he must visit his relatives and friends he knows. After thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "I won't join in the fun. I have something else to do when I go back to Jinling."

"Then I won't delay you, I'll contact you again..."

Qi Xiang took Xiaoyu to the station, and the two of them were not pretentious and waved goodbye directly.

When Xiaoyu left, Qi Xiang immediately fired the hotel where he stayed, then left the bustling streets and shuttled through a remote alley in the city.

Behind every bustling city, there must be a pretty bright side. This is the old street, an old neighborhood more than ten or twenty years ago. The road surface is relatively narrow and the buildings on both sides are low, giving people a gray and cramped impression.

Qi Xiang was very familiar with this place. After walking around it twice, he stopped in front of a store with a locked door.

He looked around and felt that no one noticed him, so he reached out and fumbled on the door frame, then pulled out a red rope, and at the end of the rope, there was a key.

Qi Xiang opened the lock with the key and walked in calmly.

I haven't been here for a long time. The store is covered with dust and there are cobwebs in the corners. He took some time to clean the store and take a shower for himself.

The store is not big, but it is not small either. It is about fifty or sixty square meters, with a bedroom, a kitchen and a bathroom.

This is one of Qi Xiang’s three caves, which is also an investment. After all, it is said that the place is about to be demolished, and he is waiting for someone to contact him to make a profit.

Every year when he is free, he will come to live for a while, so there is plenty of water, electricity, furniture and clothes here. He took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and then went out to buy vegetables and cook lunch by himself. Everything is calm and natural.

When I went out to buy vegetables, the neighbors saw him and nodded on their own initiative. He might not be able to call his name, but he must think he was very kind and knew he lived nearby.

Qi Xiang also responded politely, with a smile on her face.

After eating, he felt that he had almost digested it. He naturally opened the scroll and watched it carefully.

The paintings of the Ming Dynasty have a history of at least four or five hundred years, and may even be even longer. Under the erosion of time, the surface of the scroll has been completely dark yellow, but the brush and ink are relatively clear and there are no stains.

It is mainly ancient ink ingots, which are full of rosin and gelatin, and have a strong adhesion ability. It has not been easy to color for thousands of years, which is normal.

Qi Xiang carefully made clues and found that not only the brush and ink of the picture are of good quality, but the mounting materials do not seem to be ordinary. It was soft silk cloth. Although the bright color was not there, the smooth texture was consistent.

The brush and ink are of good quality, the mounting materials are excellent, and the pictures are also well drawn.

Based on the statement, a reasonable inference can also be drawn. This painting should be written by a wealthy and idle person who has no worries about food and clothing, and is a work of entertaining oneself.

Don’t think that the ancient dignitaries and powerful people were all worth living. In fact, many children of powerful and powerful gentry generally have a low artistic level. They not only know how to appreciate, but also have good poetry and painting.

However, their lives are too superior, and they are destined to not make any great achievements in poetry and painting art.

After all, Chinese poetry and painting pay great attention to life experience. Only by being in adversity can you break through yourself and write magnificent chapters. Therefore, some people think that China's cultural development is actually a history of demoting officials.

Officials were demoted and literati were in a state of disheartening and very sadness and anger. Only then could they be inspired to sing their aspirations, write lyrics and poems, forming articles that have been famous throughout the ages and be remembered forever.

In contrast, powerful officials who live a comfortable life and are rich and leisurely have no such "inspiration". Therefore, in terms of artistic level, they are inherently deficient, and in the eyes of the world, their evaluations are generally not too high.

Qi Xiang looked at the picture carefully, and his sharp eyes penetrated directly through a thin layer of paper and penetrated into the inside. He saw that the entire scroll was consistent inside and there was no sign of moving his hands.

Speaking of which, with his current eyesight, it should be easier and easier to identify the authenticity of calligraphy and painting. Whether it is making old things, supplements, digging money, receiving flowers and wood, etc., it must be impossible to hide his eyes.

"This is a way to make a fortune..."

Qi Xiang's thoughts floated and slowly condensed.

This painting is indeed unusual.

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