A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Duan Rong put down the knife in his hand, tightened the scroll under his armpit, and took a quick look. The painting was an ink painting of fish playing in the water. With just a few strokes, the strange rocks, fish, and water plants were vivid. Although there was no water in the painting, it seemed that the whole picture was filled with clear water. Although Duan Rong did not know how to paint, he could tell that it was good.

Moreover, the painting paper had turned yellow, with several worm holes and damage.

Duan Rong took a few steps closer and gently placed his hand on the scroll beside the painting. He immediately cursed in his heart: What kind of unclassified broken stuff is used to fool your uncle?

No wonder even I can tell that it is good? It seems that people still have to know their own weight. Even a layman like me can tell that something is good, can it be a real good thing?

Although Duan Rong cursed in his heart, his face remained calm. He just waved his hand and said, "Anything else? Change one."

Guan Kui was stunned for a moment, looked at Duan Rong strangely, silently put away the scroll on the counter, and changed another landscape painting.

Duan Rong touched the edge of the scroll with one hand, glanced at it, and shook his head.

Guan Kui was already a little surprised. He took out these two paintings, which were actually quite impressive. Whether it was the brushwork and painting skills or the aging skills, they were all impressive.

Even if he had been a clerk for nearly 20 years, it was impossible to tell the authenticity at a glance. At least there should be a process of looking back and forth and constantly verifying.

This customer was so straightforward, could it be that he really met an expert?

Guan Kui was suspicious, and took another painting and displayed it on the counter.

This time it was a picture of chrysanthemums in ink, with sparse brushwork and quite freehand, but a single chrysanthemum blooming in the weeds, which looked a bit monotonous and simple.

Duan Rong came close and took a hand, and his face suddenly changed!

Artifact: Ink Chrysanthemum Picture.

Artifact Spirit Level: Level 5.

Devouring Requirements: Host Spirit Level 5 (Not Meet).

Devouring Effects: Level 4 of Danqing Miaobi, Level 2 of Lipipeline, and Level 1 of Weiran Chengfeng.

Guan Kui saw Duan Rong's face change, and his face also changed. "This kid really knows!"

Three paintings, two fake and one real, all can be seen at a glance, this is not an ordinary expert!

So young, with such accomplishments, either family learning, or the ancestors' gift!

"This painting, what's the price?" Duan Rong raised his head and looked at Guan Kui and asked.

"Ah..." Guan Kui hesitated a little. At this time, his contempt for Duan Rong had been swept away, and he admired him very much.

He himself was an apprentice in an antique shop, and he knew too well how difficult this business was. It required knowledge, vision, and experience. Even if someone taught you step by step, you had to be the right material.

The man in front of him looked young, but in terms of attainments, he was probably no less than Shopkeeper Tang!

Guan Kui admired him and immediately quoted the actual price. "Three hundred taels!"

As soon as Guan Kui said this, the blue cloth curtain was lifted, and a fat, short middle-aged man came out with a smile and said, "Guan Kui, why don't you serve tea to the guests!"

Guan Kui blushed and immediately knew that he had just violated a taboo. He immediately agreed, left the counter, and went to make tea.

How could he reveal the bottom price as soon as he asked!

"This kid has never seen the world and doesn't know any etiquette!"

After Tang Wanhong finished speaking, he walked to the counter, rolled up the ink chrysanthemum painting, and put it aside.

Duan Rong's eyes turned, and he understood what Tang Wanhong meant. This is because the previous offer is too low!

But he didn't care at all. What he was thinking about was the painting in his hand.

A 5th-level spirit weapon should be quite old, and it is a real antique.

Three hundred taels, although not low, but compared with the price of antiques in the previous life, this price is not high!

Duan Rong thought about it and understood the reason.

The price of antiques in the previous life was just like the price of houses, which was inflated.

After the prosperity of industrial and commercial civilization, currency was flooded, and antiques became investment products, and the prices were all copied!

This world has not developed a strong industrial and commercial civilization, and martial arts are popular. Even if it is a rich family, how many people are willing to be pretentious and play with antiques?

It is normal that the price cannot go up!

However, for him, three hundred taels is not low.

Guan Kui brought over the tea, Duan Rong took a sip and put it down, then moved the tea away, unfolded the scroll under his arm on the coffee table, and said straight to the point: "The shopkeeper, please take a look at this painting of a lady. If you like it, I will sell it to Yu Guibaozhai. It was left by my ancestors. If I didn't need money urgently, I really wouldn't want to sell it!"

Tang Wanhong was stunned by what Duan Rong said.

It turns out that you want to buy a painting, but you are not serious about selling it.

You asked for so long just now, just to explore the market!

Tang Wanhong understood Duan Rong's intention and couldn't help but glared at Guan Kui. Seeing someone coming in with something, he was still so naive. I have taught you in vain!

Tang Wanhong lowered her head and looked at the painting unfolded on the coffee table: it was a picture of a lady, with a graceful figure and blood-red clothes. The skin color and blood color formed a sharp contrast. The brushwork returned to nature, without any fuss, and was outlined in lines.

Although the painting was of a person, Tang Wanhong could see a certain natural rhythm from the lines.

"This brushwork..."

One mistake in the book!

Tang Wanhong had been immersed in antiques for decades and had already become an expert. He knew at a glance that this painting was not an ordinary one.

Tang Wanhong moved his eyes to the signature, and saw that the seal of the signature was the four crooked characters "Wanwei Taoist" in seal script.

Tang Wanhong felt that from the back of the brain to the heel, it was cold for a while, and his heart was a sudden jump: Wanwei Taoist? Is this ... Fan Yunlin's handwriting?

impossible!

Tang Wanhong looked at the lady in the picture carefully, and a big cake face almost posted on the lady's body ...

Duan Rong's eyelids jumped. "This fat man, shouldn't it be a pervert ... Can you hold it?"

Tang Wanhong finally raised his head, and he shot strange light in his eyes.

He can conclude that this is the true trace of Fan Yunlin!

Take it down, no matter how much it costs, you must take it!

Although Tang Wanhong was ecstatic in his heart, his fat face was expressionless. He took a tea cup and took a sip.

At first he took the tea cup, his hand trembled a little, but after a sip of tea imported, his hands were as stable as Taishan.

Tang Wanhong put down the tea cup, and carefully looked at the next Duan Rong, and said, "There is no problem, I don't know, the coming is right?"

Duan Rong snorted coldly, and rolled up the axis on the coffee table, and he had to leave. Tang Wan Hongli pulled him and said, "If you do a business, how can you say that you can turn your face and turn your face?"

"Young people are full of anger. Come, come, sit down, let's discuss it slowly." Tang Wanhong pushed Duan Rong and sat on a Tai Shi chair, and laughed: "The little friend said, this painting was uploaded by the ancestors uploaded down of?"

"Why, is it like?" Duan Rong asked politely.

Duan Rong knew that the other party was afraid that this thing was not right, and there was trouble in the future. At this time, he showed a little weakness. Instead, it showed that there was a problem with the way to come.