Mr. Qin, Please Advise Me

  Chapter 61 Theory

Song Yanning squatted down and picked up a piece of porcelain again, "Famille-colored Hundred Deer Figure Double-eared Zun, with a hundred deer painted on the body, lined with landscapes such as mountains, forests, streams, Ganoderma lucidum, flowers and grass. Green pines and cypresses under the group of deer or running , Or nestling, or resting, in different shapes. In the picture, the mountains and rocks and leaves are mostly painted with green color, and the color is strong. The group of deer and branches are painted in ochre, black and other colors. The group of deer is vivid, the branches are vigorous, and the pen The painting is vivid and delicate. Have you taken a look at this piece of porcelain and noticed its deer head?" She had seen the introduction of the famille-color Hundred Deer Binaural Zun, so she was very impressed.

The young man took the porcelain piece and looked at the deer head on it carefully. His face soon became ugly, "I went to the merchant to theorize and sold me fakes, little girl, thank you! You can talk to me Let’s go together?” Fortunately, this vase is broken. Otherwise, if he gave this vase to Xu Bowen, he would really be ashamed and ashamed. If it affected his father’s illness, he would regret it. That's too late.

   "We will accompany you." Before Song Yanning spoke, Yang Lisheng had already spoken. Regardless of whether this vase is true or not, he is always responsible for breaking it.

   "Thank you old sir! I was really embarrassed just now." The young man looked at Yang Lisheng apologetically.

  Yang Lisheng waved his hand, "It's okay, I didn't look at the road until I hit you."

  "I also have a responsibility. I went too fast." The young man embarrassed. If he hadn't just wanted to go home early and walk a little faster, he wouldn't run into the opponent.

  "Young man, did you just say that this vase was bought for 200,000 yuan?" Yang Lisheng pointed to the fragments on the ground.

   "In fact, it's not that expensive." The young man smirked embarrassedly, took off his coat, squatted down and carefully picked up the debris on the clothes. He wants to go to the boss for the theory, so naturally he wants to take these broken pieces of porcelain with him.

   When Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang saw this, they knelt down to help.

  Song Yanning shook her head, knelt down and helped pick it up. In fact, even if he goes, the boss will not compensate him for his loss.

  "Xiaoning, don't pick it up, don't scratch your hand." Li Meixiang saw Song Yanning help to stop it. This piece of porcelain is fast, and if she cuts her hand, she will feel distressed.

   "I'll be careful." Song Yanning winked at Li Meixiang playfully. Given her current physical strength, these tiles can't hurt her.

After picking up the tiles on the ground, Song Yanning and the three of them, led by the young man, walked towards the antique shop where he bought the vase.

The boss was doing the calculations. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his eyes and saw the young man. He greeted him with a smile and said, "Wu Shao, do you still want to buy antiques? I can introduce them to you, and they are guaranteed to be genuine." This Wu Shao made a lot of money. Shops like him also slaughter such rich young masters who are rich and stupid.

  Ningfeng Wu coldly snorted, and threw the jacket with the tiles in his hand on the table, "I trust you so much, you sold me fakes and refunded me the money, otherwise the matter is endless."

The boss frowned and said with a smile: "Wu Shao, how could I sell you fakes? Besides, didn't you find someone to help you take your eyes?" He happened to know the person who helped Nicholas Wu's palm. He promised that as long as Nicholas Wu bought their vase, he would give him a commission.

Nicholas Wu opened the jacket covered with tiles, and found out the fragment of the base that Song Yanning had just shown him. "You still say this is the genuine product. You read the book on it yourself, do you really think I don't understand anything? "

  The boss didn’t take the base, he smiled and looked at Wu Nicholas, “Wu Shao, this vase is broken. How do I know that this vase is the one I sold you?”

   "You!" Nicholas Wu stared at the boss angrily, gritting his teeth with anger.

   "Besides, when I sold you the vase, I also told you that as long as it is out of the store, the goods will not be returned, and you agreed, right?" The boss sneered and looked at Wu Nicholas. Of course he knew that the vase he sold was a counterfeit, but so what? There are rules in the antique world, even if the other party goes to the police, it will not be useful. Because the other party has already left his shop, who knows it's not the same vase before, he can say that the other party dropped the bag and come back to blackmail him.

   "You are so mean!" Wu Nicholas was trembling with anger, but he was helpless. Because when the other party said, he did agree.

  "Boss, how do you sell this painting?" As soon as Song Yanning entered the store, she noticed the painting on the wall. There are a lot of things in this shop, but there are very few authentic ones. Apart from this painting, there is only a brush on the counter.

The boss glanced at Song Yanning up and down, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, "You can't afford this painting, don't touch it, you will lose money if you touch it." He bought this painting from an old man collecting scraps. , He asked someone to see it, and the other party said that the painting was not worth much money.

  Although this painting is a long time ago, it is not made by a famous artist, and it does not have any signature. It seems to be painted casually. He hung it in the store, intending to fool those who don't understand ancient paintings. There are many shops selling antiques in this street, but there are not many authentic ones. They usually rely on flickering.

   "How do you know I can't afford it?" Song Yanning raised her eyebrows and looked at the boss.

  The boss laughed, "This is the original painting by Song Xu, a painter and calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty. If you pay 100,000, I will sell it to you."

  Yang Lisheng, Li Meixiang and Wu Nicholas all looked at the painting on the wall. The painting is old and dilapidated, even if it is left on the side of the road, no one will take a second look. The other party turned out to be a lion asking for one hundred thousand. Isn't this an obvious cheating? It's really black-hearted.

  Song Yanning was taken aback, obviously shocked. After a long time, she recovered and turned to look at Yang Lisheng, "Grandpa, I like that painting. Shall we buy it?"

   "That painting is old and broken, or I should pick something else." Yang Lisheng felt that it was really not worth buying a broken painting for one hundred thousand.

   "Grandpa!" Song Yanning looked at Yang Lisheng coquettishly.

  Yang Lisheng stunned Song Yanning, and shook her head helplessly, "Okay." Anyway, the money was also earned by Xiaoning.

  "Grandpa is so nice!" Song Yanning looked at her boss happily, "Boss, I want to buy that painting, can you give me another thing?"

  "Do you really want to buy that painting?" The boss was a little unconvinced. Although 100,000 yuan is not a lot of money for ordinary people, it is really not worth buying that painting.

  It’s fine if the painting is genuine, but he has already determined that the painting is a fake, let alone one hundred thousand, it is not worth one hundred yuan. Of course it is impossible for a little girl to understand antiques, probably because she simply thinks that old things are antiques. But it really surprised him that her grandpa could agree.

   "Hmm." Song Yanning nodded with a certain face.

  (End of this chapter)