When Wang Ding heard that Ye Tao wanted to buy antiques, he immediately remembered that he also had a treasure on him.
Wang Ding got the picture of the withered tree and robin from Xu Fengshui, and he just wanted to sell it to a second-rate person with no eyesight. Now, Ye Tao came to his door and was tricked by him, so why not take action on him?
However, the things delivered to your door are usually not good, so you can't just pick them up yourself, you have to let him discover them by himself.
Originally, Wang Ding put the painting on a stool aside. At this time, Wang Ding deliberately lifted the long bag containing the painting, patted the seat and said, "Okay, I'll go around with you later."
, but you can always ask my sister to eat the rice noodles first. Come on, old classmate, let’s sit here together.”
When Wang Ding picked up the bag, Ye Tao noticed the long and narrow black bag as expected, "Hey, what's in here?"
"Oh, it's an ancient painting. It's nothing."
"Ancient painting?"
Ye Tao's father invested in an antique city and wanted to open up this market. Therefore, Ye Tao has been studying antiques recently. Although he has no achievements, he pretends to be half a literati.
"As for the ancient paintings, would you like me to take a look at them?"
"Of course it's okay. But don't ever think about taking my paintings away to celebrate your father's birthday." Wang Ding reminded him specifically, causing Ye Tao's thoughts to stop him from thinking about that.
Involved.
"Don't worry, I just want to take a look." Ye Tao looked at Wang Ding with a smile and couldn't wait for Wang Ding to open the painting.
But Wang Ding was not in a hurry. He opened the black bag and carefully took out the picture of the withered robin.
This scroll is light yellow, not big in size, but not small either.
When Wang Ding opened the scroll, Wang Lingling also leaned over from the side.
“Ah, this painting is so beautiful and artistic!
Wang Ding is convinced that copying Tang Yin's bird painting can indeed be fake. Wang Ding is sure of this. From the moment he opened this painting, Wang Ding is even more sure that his sister and Ye Taoding do not understand this painting.
Just a layman.
It was absolutely impossible for them to discover the discrepancy between the seal and the calligraphy and painting itself, so it was easy for Ye Tao to spot it.
"Master Huang Tingjian's works are indeed remarkable." Ye Tao pretended to know a lot about it and appraised this picture of a withered robin and a robin with a smile.
"Ah, old classmate, you are really amazing. You can tell at a glance that this is Master Huang's work. Indeed, Master Huang has a poem about this robin bird. Because he loves this kind of bird, he rarely publishes calligraphy and painting works.
He actually created such a painting. You must know that Master Huang's calligraphy and painting works are very few, and even fewer can be handed down to the world. I don't know if my old classmate knows that a pillar inscription by Master Huang Tingjian was once sold.
A sky-high price of more than 400 million."
Ye Tao actually knew that Huang Tingjian's "Inscription on Pillars" had been sold for more than 400 million yuan. After Wang Ding said this, Ye Tao became even more interested in this painting.
Continue to look at this painting carefully. From the depiction of birds to the outline of branches, the lines are so delicate and brilliant that it is impossible for ordinary people to complete it, and only a master like Huang Tingjian can achieve it.
Moreover, Ye Tao also indeed found the seal of Master Huang Tingjian that was compared with this. That seal was enough to prove that the calligraphy and painting were genuine.
"Wang Ding, how did you get this calligraphy and painting? With this painting, won't you become rich?"
Ye Tao showed his envy for Wang Ding for the first time, but Wang Ding was evasive. "This painting cannot be said to be completely mine. Although it is a calligraphy and painting I collected, it was at the place where I worked for my boss."
Accepted. Strictly speaking, this painting should be said to belong to our boss. Because I like this painting very much.
, our boss said that he wanted to sell it to me at a low price, but I don’t have that much money. The boss said that it doesn’t matter if I don’t have money, so he would deduct it from my salary, or give it to me when I have money, so he gave me the painting first.
Me. So I came back with the painting, thinking about going home and borrowing some money to buy the painting!"
"Is that what happened?"
A hint of cunning flashed in Ye Tao's eyes, "Wang Ding, do you think this is okay? Your boss said that he would sell your calligraphy and painting at a cheap price. I believe that it is actually a bit unrealistic to accept such a painting with your current strength.
Why don't you transfer him to me, you don't have to give me any advantage, but you can still make a fortune from it, what do you think?"
"no."
Wang Ding retorted, "I got this painting with great difficulty. Look at how exquisite the painting is, it is flawless. There is no limit to the potential for such a painting to increase in value in the future."
Ye Tao didn't feel anything about Wang Ding's expression, but Wang Lingling heard clues to the story he compiled, saying that she had no money to buy this painting? What happened to the more than 200,000 earned? Wang Lingling probably
Now that I know my brother is lying to this fool, I might as well
He echoed. "Yes, a gentleman will not take away the beauty of others. My brother's painting is so good. After selling it to you, you will make money in the future. What else does my brother have? Although your father must like this painting very much,
But you can always think of other possibilities, don’t just focus on this painting.”
"I want this painting." The more you don't get it, the more you want it, especially in the young man Ye Tao. Neither Wang Ding nor Wang Lingling agreed, and Ye Tao said a little urgently, "No.
Is it just money? Wang Ding, I really like this painting
, you make a price. As long as I can accept it, I will give you any amount! In the future, whether it will increase in value or not, you can’t say how much it will increase in value. But what I give you now is real money. I can see that you
We are very short of money. Your sister is still studying, right? Are you in high school?"
Ye Tao asked Wang Lingling smartly, and Wang Lingling responded, "I will go to college soon, and the tuition fees have not been paid yet."
"How's it going? Did I guess it right? So, this is real money that can be used to pay for your sister's teaching fees. Wang Ding, if you don't think about it for yourself, you should think about it for your sister, right?"
While Ye Tao held his head high and spoke eloquently, he didn't notice Wang Ding and Wang Lingling making faces at each other in private.
Wang Ding pretended to be helpless, "What you said makes sense. But I really don't want to sell this painting. It's not about money."
"It's not a question of money, it's a question of not having enough money. As long as the money is there, the glass will be broken! How about 20,000?"
"Twenty thousand?" Wang Ding made a disdainful expression of "Are you kidding me?"
"Fifty thousand?" Ye Tao felt that it was less and immediately changed his words.
Wang Ding continued to shake his head.
"Then eighty thousand." Ye Tao raised his head again, extremely unruly.
A piece of work by Master Huang Tingjian can cost at least 100,000 to 80,000 yuan. When it comes out here, Wang Ding can't be so pretentious.
After all, this is my old classmate. It’s okay to ask him to take a look and see if the painting is authentic. But even if it is genuine, it is worth one hundred and eighty thousand. If you sell it to someone else for two hundred thousand, you are asking for trouble.
Already.
"Eighty thousand..." Wang Ding hesitated.
"Eighty thousand is not enough for my four years of schooling." Wang Lingling also added insult to injury.
"Then one hundred thousand. One hundred thousand is enough, right?" Wang Ding's hesitation made Ye Tao see the opportunity. At this juncture, his words "one hundred thousand" came out loudly. Wang Ding finally relaxed his brows and said, "Okay, one hundred thousand."
I leave this painting to you."
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