"Oh, Master Xiao Zhang, you are really...I am really anxious here. Since Master Xiao Zhang has the money ready, let's go and handle the transfer?" Guan Jiaming's eyebrows narrowed in joy as soon as he heard that the money was ready.
Got up.
"Brother Guan, don't be in a hurry to transfer the ownership. I want to see this yard again..." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
Before the goods are handed over, the goods need to be inspected again. Before the house is handed over, it is natural to inspect it again, especially since Zhang Junping bought not only the yard for 250,000 yuan, but also the furniture, antiques, calligraphy and paintings in the yard.
"Hey! Look, look, I was in such a hurry that I forgot all the rules. Master Zhang, just look at it as you like!" Guan Jiaming said, and lightly hit himself.
"It's okay, I can't hide dry food in the kennel either, so I just want to take a look again!" Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
This time, Zhang Junping looked more carefully. Of course, the focus was no longer on the structural layout of the house. He looked at it last time and there was nothing to see.
Mainly those calligraphy and paintings, and those porcelains from the middle and late Qing Dynasty.
Zhang Junping first came to the warehouse where calligraphy and paintings are stored. There are rows of tall shelves in the warehouse, and calligraphy and paintings are placed on these shelves.
"Brothers, please help me take a look and see whose paintings are there. If you find one you like, take two back and study them." Zhang Junping said very proudly, giving two calligraphy and paintings to each person.
After saying that, Zhang Junping took the lead in opening a scroll. It was a calligraphy scroll written by Guo Moruo. Unfortunately, it was a long scroll, written by Mao Zu's "Qin Yuan Chun·Snow".
Guo Moruo, a famous calligrapher, is indeed very good in modern times. The calligraphy of the Palace Museum, Bank of China, etc. are all mentioned by Guo Moruo.
Even the simplified Chinese characters we write now are all due to Guo Moruo. Among them, the character "国" was determined by Guo Moruo.
But everyone who knows Guo Moruo knows that Guo Moruo's works with a few characters are much more popular than long-form works.
Zhang Junping put down the scroll with the calligraphy of the talented man and gangster, and picked up another scroll.
It is also a piece of calligraphy, it is also a calligraphy of a talented and rogue, and it is also a long calligraphy. Zhang Junping put it away directly.
After flipping through several pages in succession, all of which were written by Guo Moruo, Zhang Junping glanced at them and guessed that the words stored in this grid should all be written by Guo Moruo.
Take a scroll directly from another grid.
Zhang Junping's eyes lit up, this calligraphy was beautiful! Looking at it again, he saw that it was a Zhang Cao work, and Zhang Junping couldn't help but shake his head.
The only calligrapher who could write such beautiful calligraphy in the 1980s was Kang Sheng, who was the first of the four great calligraphers in modern China. He claimed that he could crush Guo Moruo when writing with his feet. It is a pity that a generation of talented calligraphers and calligraphy masters are thieves.
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Modern Cai Jing.
Zhang Junping directly rolled up the calligraphy and put it down. Taking these words out now might cause trouble.
"Wow, there are Mr. Li's works here!"
"What do you mean? I still have Pan Tianshou and Pan Lao's works!"
"What I have here is Lin Fengmian's picture of a beautiful lady."
Zhang Junping was awakened by the screams of several roommates.
Now is not the time to appreciate works of art, let’s take the time to count who owns these calligraphy and paintings and how many there are.
"Brothers, please stop admiring the works. Let's take stock of the quantity and categories first.
Anyway, the things are here, and when I buy the house, you can live in this warehouse."
"This is what you said, I will bring the quilt in later." Li Qianqian asked with a smile.
"No problem, as long as you don't smoke inside and don't bring women in to mess around, you can stay here as long as you want." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
Next, everyone no longer appreciates the calligraphy and painting, but mainly counts, opens the scroll, looks at the content, and then puts it away.
Even so, it took more than an hour to count, until Guan Jiaming came over to call them.
"Master Zhang, it's already noon. I saw that you were fascinated by what you were watching inside, so I ordered a table of food from outside and watched it after eating."
"Oh, look at what happened, I'm sorry for you! We are here to pay homage to the art works of older artists, which delays the business and costs you money!" Zhang Junping quickly apologized to Guan Jiaming with fists in his arms.
"Master Xiao Zhang, you're very polite. It's an honor for me to meet Master Xiao Zhang. I just asked for a few dishes. Master Xiao Zhang, please don't dislike it." Guan Jiaming politely asked Zhang Junping and his party to the living room.
Good guy, how can these be just a few simple dishes?
Six cold dishes, twelve hot dishes, six meat and six vegetarian dishes, and eight bottles of Feitian Moutai.
Sure enough, this Manchu aristocrat always pays attention to pomp and circumstance. Even if this banquet is preserved in later generations, it will still be quite particular.
After the guests and hosts were seated, Zhang Junping took the lead and said, "Brother Guan, let's agree first. I'm not denying you face. I really can't drink. I'm allergic to alcohol. They all know that I will offer tea instead of wine to Brother Guan later."
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"Yes, yes! Brother Guan, we have been classmate for more than a year. He never drinks. He always watches us drink." Dai Changyuan also explained.
"It's okay, it's okay. Let's just have fun drinking. It's just a few simple dishes and I'm sorry for the poor hospitality." Guan Jiaming was polite while opening Feitian Maotai and pouring wine for Dai Changyuan and others.
Guan Jiaming brought out the characteristics of a Beijinger to the fullest. Coupled with his family background, he could pick up almost any topic and talk about it in detail. He had quite a good conversation with Zhang Junping and Dai Changyuan.
Unknowingly, all eight bottles of Feitian Moutai were drunk. Feeling unsatisfied, Guan Jiaming found four more bottles of Sunflower Moutai.
The Feitian Moutai I drank just now was made in 1981, and the Sunflower Moutai I took out now was made in 1968.
Zhang Junping was astonished as he watched from the side. Today's meal alone cost more than 100 yuan for wine.
The key is, you can't buy Maotai liquor if you have money, you have to have a drink ticket.
"Brother, I'm asking you to call me brother. You are a particular person and don't want to take advantage. You insist on giving me an increase of 50,000 yuan. My brother accepts your favor!
However, my brother also gives you something, and you are not allowed to refuse. If you refuse, you will look down on your brother, and then...then I will not sell you this house!" Guan Jiaming drank about a kilogram and a half, and his tongue was straight.
Yes, he put his arm around Zhang Junping's shoulders and said.
"Okay, I will never refuse the gift from Brother Guan." Zhang Junping smiled and nodded.
"Well, that's it. Brother, you are from CAFA. I don't have anything else to give you, so let me give you a picture of Xu Beihong's Galloping Horse!
I wish you, brother, a bright future and immediate success!" Guan Jiaming stood up unsteadily, picked up a long box from the living room table and handed it to Zhang Junping. Because he was unsteady, he almost knocked the box into the vegetable basin.