Listening to Yang Mingde's call, Zhang Junping couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said to himself, "What are you doing?"
When Yang Mingde called the old lady, he naturally didn't ask her to come and appreciate Wu Daozi's paintings.
Oh, that's a little bit interesting too.
However, it's more of a show off, he's really an old kid.
Not long after, the old lady knocked on the door and came in.
"Grandma Liu, are you here?" Zhang Junping hurried forward to greet her, holding the old lady's arm and greeting her affectionately.
"Your boy is here too! It seems that this old guy called me and asked about your business?" The old lady asked with a smile when she saw Zhang Junping.
"Hey, I found a painting and showed it to Master, and Master called you over." Zhang Junping hurriedly explained.
"Mr. Liu is here? Come and see if the painting my apprentice gave me is better than your broken brush!" Yang Mingde greeted loudly.
"Hmph, what's so good? I imitate Wu Daozi's "Picture of the King of Heaven Delivering His Son", look at how beautiful you are.
What my precious apprentice gave me is a peach-shaped brush wash with Ru kiln celadon from the Song Dynasty, a perfect national treasure." The old lady glanced at the painting placed in Yang Mingde's office and said disdainfully.
"Imitation? I asked Mr. Liu to please open your eyes and take a good look. Is this painting an imitation?"
"What are you looking at? Anyone with a little bit of knowledge knows that the original "Picture of the King Delivering His Son" is stored in the Osaka Municipal Museum of Art in Japan.
I also hope that this is an authentic work, and the one in Japan is a replica, but it is unrealistic." The old lady didn't look at it at all, and directly retorted.
"Alas! Mr. Liu, you really disappoint me. I didn't expect that the famous Mr. Liu would also make preconceived mistakes.
Why are the ones on Little Japan’s side authentic? With the heinous crimes Little Japan committed in China?” Yang Mingde said with disdain.
"What? Do you want to say that this painting is authentic?" The old lady also became serious.
Although she and Yang Mingde often bickered and showed off their apprentice's filial piety to her like children, she still trusted Yang Mingde's character and knew that Yang Mingde would not talk nonsense.
"See for yourself!" Yang Mingde gave up his seat so that the old lady could watch more conveniently.
The old lady was not polite, she stood where Yang Mingde was just now, picked up the magnifying glass, and looked carefully.
After a long while, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Junping, "Boy, how did you get this painting? How much did it cost?"
“This painting shares the same owner as the previous Ru kiln celadon peach-shaped brush wash.
I told you before that this man is a descendant of the royal family of the Qing Dynasty, and is known as Lord Baylor to people in the world.
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He exchanged the old mahogany moon-hole door canopy bed with me and entrusted me to help him repair the canopy bed.
This painting was found inside the old mahogany moon cave door canopy bed."
"Well, you're lucky. An old redwood moon-hole door canopy bed was exchanged for two national treasures." Yang Mingde said lightly.
"Master, I bought this painting for 800,000 yuan!" Zhang Junping heard a hint of dissatisfaction in Yang Mingde's words and explained quickly.
"Eight hundred thousand? What do you mean? Didn't you discover this painting? Why did you spend eight hundred thousand?" the old lady asked curiously.
"It's true that the painting was discovered when I was restoring furniture, but when I was restoring it, this old mahogany moon-dong door canopy bed already belonged to Kim Yong-shun... the descendant of the royal family, Lord Baile.
The canopy bed belongs to Jin Yongshun, so the things found inside naturally belong to him.
Not to mention, this bed has been used by the family since childhood, and the things inside were also hidden by the family's ancestors.
Although I liked it and was jealous, I couldn't violate professional ethics, so I discussed with Jin Yongshun and bought it for 800,000."
"Hahaha..., good, good! You are worthy of being my apprentice!" Yang Mingde laughed happily and patted Zhang Junping on the shoulder, "A gentleman loves money in a proper way! You did a good job!"
The old lady also had a satisfied smile on her face.
In the eyes of Yang Mingde and the old lady, talent and hard work are important, but moral character is even more important. Especially the two people who have experienced that special period attach more importance to moral character.
"Where did you get so much money? Don't tell me that you made money by opening a furniture store. Although the furniture store makes money, it can't make so much money in more than a month!" After laughing for a while, Yang Mingde remembered the business.
"Loan! I borrowed a total of 1.7 million from the bank!"
"How many?"
"How much?"
The old lady and Yang Mingde asked in unison.
The two of them were almost given a heart attack by Zhang Junping.
"One million and seven hundred thousand!" Zhang Junping said again.
"Boy, you are really brave." The old lady exclaimed.
"Not only is he not small, he is simply audacious!" Yang Mingde was also so shocked that his eyes widened.
"Grandma Liu, Master, the country now has policies to support the development of individual industrial and commercial households.
My loan complies with relevant national policies..."
"You used the loan money to buy such a painting? Are you not afraid that it is a fake?"
"Hey, after I discovered this painting, although I didn't indulge in it, it didn't delay my research!
I specially went to the Xu Beihong Memorial Hall to study the "Eighty-seven Immortals Scroll". After careful comparison and consulting a lot of information, I finally determined that the "Heavenly King Sending His Son" was authentic, and then I took action to acquire this painting.
Painting." Zhang Junping said very proudly.
"You kid..." the old lady shook her head and smiled.
Yang Mingde and the old lady took turns admiring the painting for a while before putting it down.
"What are you going to do with this painting?"
"Master, this painting was damaged due to poor preservation. I would like to ask you to repair it and take care of it.
Then I don’t have room to put it. This painting is too precious. If I put it there, I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep at night. I want you to help me put it away first.”
"Leave the repair and maintenance to me. As for the safekeeping, let your Grandma Liu keep it for you!" Yang Mingde said.
"Master..."
"Okay, your master is right, it's better to put this painting where I am.
Where can I leave your master? It's okay for a short time. But over time, if your master suddenly leaves one day, I can't tell who this painting belongs to." The old lady said, "I am a lonely old lady. I will die.
No one will compete with you for your inheritance."
The old lady said what Yang Mingde was embarrassed to say just now.
The old lady was very open-minded about being alone.
"Grandma Liu, Master, you two are in good health and will definitely live a long life!"
"Haha, live a long life. Everyone wants to live a long life. This guy! The older he gets, the more he fears death.
But who can say for sure?
Mr. Xu died young and Dean Jiang left suddenly." Yang Mingde said with emotion.
"Okay, you old thing, why did you say something so sad all of a sudden? You made the children cry!" the old lady laughed and scolded.