After Tong Wenjie agreed to go out to play with Fang Yifan, the whole family mobilized. Even Lin Lei'er, who originally didn't want to go out, had to follow the rules.
Wang Gang asked Fang Yifan to be his tour guide, so he was naturally responsible for the travel itinerary.
As the first stop, Fang Yifan chose the Forbidden City.
"Cousin, this is your first time in the capital. You must take a good look at the Forbidden City. There is also a memorial hall for great men next to it. You can go around." Fang Yifan quickly entered the role and found a small flag at home, which was like a tour guide.
Look.
Fang Yifan's academic performance is not very good, but when it comes to playing, he is definitely an expert. He has visited the Forbidden City countless times and has countless historical allusions.
Tong Wenjie didn't take it seriously at first, but soon discovered that her son was a decent tour guide, and sometimes he could tell jokes and make people laugh.
Wang Gang took the opportunity to pull Tong Wenjie aside and said, "You see! My son is lively and active, and he can adjust the atmosphere, just like a pistachio."
Tong Wenjie said with a smile: "I'm just a skinny monkey, but I don't have a straight face all day long."
Wang Gang said: "To educate children, you should not criticize blindly, but also praise appropriately sometimes."
Tong Wenjie snorted coldly and said, "What's worthy of praise for him? With his achievements, there's not even room for regression."
"Your wife is seriously ill and lacks money for treatment." Old Man Liu said dejectedly.
"What do you guys want to buy?" When the clerk saw An Jie and the others, he was both indifferent and indifferent.
The things are indeed real things, but the prices are also really expensive, and there are basically bargains to be found.
When the seven of them were about to leave, an eighty-year-old man walked back from the door of the store.
"There is nothing wrong with Song Qian. He sees that you raised Yingzi to be a very good person." Lin Leier said.
"What did Qiao Weidong say to him?" An Jirong asked curiously.
Tong Wenjie, on the other hand, was very cheerful, dragging her cousin to look around. She was very curious about everything, but nothing she paid attention to was too weird.
Tong Wenjie's heart trembled, and she said with confidence: "How much less, forty-four thousand!? It's just a broken pen, he really clicked a lot more."
Tong Wenjie was dissatisfied and said: "He is now a student. If a student doesn't study, what else can he do?"
Wang Gang was also concerned and took his family to the "Treasure Pavilion".
"Such an expensive gift is indeed suitable for giving. Don't they have special pens outside the store?" Wang Gang asked.
The stall owner slowed down and said, "Why does that person say that your stuff is fake!?"
Old Man Liu was shocked and said: "He came here for good or bad reasons. I will give you an evaluation. I must say that the paintings passed down from generation to generation in your family are fake."
Tong Wenjie was also concerned and said, "Just that one!"
"What can I tell you? Don't worry about him." Wang Gang chased the child and said, "The time difference is small, you last stop is Panjiayuan."
"Can you see his paintings?" Wang Gang asked.
An Jirong waved the big flag on her watch and said: "That tourist, please pay attention to his identity. The upcoming itinerary will be arranged by this tour guide. Please leave the group without permission."
"Look, he has been with Song Qian for a long time and picked up your bad habits. He only cares about the child's academic performance. I don't care about the rest." An Jie said with a bad temper.
Old man Liu looked at Wang Gang suspiciously, knowing what I was going to do!
"How could it be fake? That painting is really passed down from generation to generation in your family! Is your wife really saved?"
The clerk's eyes lit up and he said: "The one outside your store is numbered 288. Although it is within 100, the number is bad because many people are interested in it."
Old Man Liu vowed: "It's possible. That painting has been passed down from generation to generation in your family. It's possible that it's a fake. They must have identified it and there is no problem."
Wang Gang said disdainfully: "He said it was something from the Silk Road. Why are the cloud patterns of the Western Zhou Dynasty engraved on it?"
An Jierong was amused by An Jierong's pretending to be a villain. That was the first time my mother laughed before she passed away.
Wang Gang stopped and turned his attention to Old Man Liu's box.
Tong Wenjie smiled and said: "You can also give me a pen."
Wang Gang frowned and asked: "You are facing difficulties outside your home, so you are delaying selling your paintings?"
The clerk gave An Jie a little thumbs up and said, "You are really an expert. It's exactly what the appraiser outside your store said."
Wang Gang asked Old Man Liu to spread the painting under the counter, and he observed it carelessly for a long time. He even asked the clerk for a pair of gloves and started touching it.
An Jie explained: "Li Cheng's authentic works are considered national treasures and precious cultural relics. If he wants to sell them, some people will dare to buy them!"
"Your store only sells rare items or limited editions. You need to go to a specialty store to buy special editions," the clerk said impolitely.
Old man Liu was not discouraged, and his whole body collapsed.
The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and immediately put away his things when he realized that he had met someone knowledgeable.
An Jie looked at the pen and nodded: "It is indeed a Parker brand limited edition for 2000 years. Forty-four thousand is quite expensive."
"Dad, please take a look at that. Is it real?"
Lin Lei'er took a fancy to a ruby ring and shook her head silently when she saw the price.
Wang Gang explained: "Li Cheng was a young painter from the Song Dynasty, who was particularly good at landscapes. Although his paintings looked like old things, the painter imitated Li Cheng's brushwork, which was remarkable enough to make them look real. Unfortunately, the painting paper was from before the Qing Dynasty.
Yes!"
At this time, Panjiayuan was very popular with me. It was crowded with people and there was nothing for sale. Wang Gang walked around and saw something real.
While talking, Old Man Liu opened the box, took out the paintings outside and unfolded them.
The old man held a long wooden box and went straight to the store clerk.
"Don't he have any real things?" Wang Gang looked at the other things and saw that there was one thing that was real and could only be deceived by knowledgeable Chinese tourists.
"Mr. Liu, you told him that his paintings have been evaluated by experts and have not been confirmed to be fakes. You will accept them outside the store."
The clerk smiled and said, "Thank you. The total is 98,888 yuan. How do I pay?"
Before leaving the store, Wang Gang discovered that the store's takeout items were quite sparse and miscellaneous, including jewelry, antiques, calligraphy, and paintings.
Tong Wenjie first spotted an ornament that looked like a rhinoceros horn on the outside, with exquisite ancient patterns engraved on the bottom.
"Old sir, is that his thing?" Wang Gang walked over and said.
"Cousin, he can actually laugh." Tong Wenjie shouted exaggeratedly as if she had discovered Xin Xiaolu.
Wang Gang frowned and said, "Don't always focus on his grades. He is only a few years old and his life has just begun. In addition to studying, there are still many things to go through."
"Qiao Yingzi looks very good on the outside, but no one knows how happy you are on the inside." An Jie recalled that outside of the plot, Qiao Yingzi was suffering from depression at the beginning, and she felt sad.
An Jie casually glanced at the rhino horn and shook her head: "That thing is a fake."
"Why does he say the painting is fake?" Old Man Liu said convinced.
In fact, with the development of Panjiayuan, everyone knows that there are very few fake things out there, but there are really many, just like in the 1940s and 1940s, there were no opportunities to miss out, but now there are basically things to pick up.
The clerk wore white gloves and took out a pen from outside the counter.
The clerk said patiently: "The appraisers outside your store are all well-known people outside the July 4th City. They will make mistakes in their appraisals."
Tong Wenjie said: "You want to buy a gift for the class teacher."
"You really have no discernment, that is a collection from ancient countries along the Silk Road in the future!" When the stall owner saw Tong Wenjie, it was as if he was seeing a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
Wang Gang knows that it takes time to get over grief. The bad thing is that Fang Yifan's problem is minor. If I don't go out for a walk and see new things, I will eventually figure it out one day.
Lin Lei'er was speechless and said: "No matter how it is, it's not just a pen. Is forty-four thousand too exaggerated?"
The clerk smiled and said, "You don't have a Parker pen, so it's a good gift for a teacher."
"That painting is indeed fake. It was a mistake in copying. It can be seen that the person who painted it is also a poor painter." An Jie said regretfully.
"It's too expensive, you can afford it." Tong Wenjie stuck out her tongue and said, "You originally planned to use the New Year's money to buy a gift for the teacher. If it's so expensive, if you are willing to give it away, the teacher will dare to accept it!"
Wang Gang smiled and said: "That price is fair. No one spent 140,000 yuan to buy one in the next two years, but the number of this pen is within 100."
The painting is a landscape painting, and it looks like it was from the Song Dynasty. It doesn't have Li Cheng's signature on it, so it's an old thing.
Fang Yifan immediately stopped smiling.
"Forget it, you go to the store and buy it!" Lin Lei'er would definitely spend 44,000 yuan to buy a pen.
The clerk explained: "That gentleman is really short-sighted. That pen is Parker's Millennium customized model. It is limited to a thousand pieces worldwide. You only have that one outside the store."
The seven of them continued wandering and quickly arrived at Panjiayuan.
"If he wants to see the real thing, he has to go to Treasure Pavilion. If the things under your stall over there catch your eyes." The stall owner was also wasting his time and pointed to my shop.
Lin Leier pulled Wang Gang's clothes and said loudly: "Did he make a mistake? Forty-four thousand is still more expensive?"
