Antiques with golden eyes

Jing Shuiyang chose to leave on his own, and the happiest person in Guanbao Pavilion was none other than Li Haiyang.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Li Haiyang also hates Jing Shuiyang, on the surface he still doesn't want to offend Jing Shuiyang too much.

After all, this is the real God of Wealth, and someone who can spend tens of millions to buy one of his antiques is a real God of Wealth to Li Haiyang.

"Boss Li, would you please consider the price of 200,000 yuan again?" Shen Yu was not disturbed by what just happened and calmly shouted out his offer again.

"This...

"Two hundred thousand is not impossible, but I still have a calligraphy and painting here that is difficult to date. If Brother Shen is willing to help me take a look, then this large jar of Yuan blue and white characters and stories will be yours."

"Okay, deal is done. Boss Li, go get the painting."

Soon, several albums that looked like books and photo albums were brought out from the inner room.

Shen Yue recognized this thing as an album.

Album pages are a form of mounting for calligraphy and painting works, also called "essays", and have always been loved by elegant people.

The so-called painting and calligraphy divided into leaves and decorated into volumes are called volumes.

Book leaves come from leaves from the Tang Dynasty.

Before the Tang Dynasty, most of the books, calligraphy and paintings were scrolls.

However, one disadvantage of the scroll is that it is difficult to unwind and unwind, which is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also easy to break.

Someone thought of a way to cut and frame the scroll into a single frame, which people at that time called "leaf".

And because the leaves are easy to break if turned over for a long time, and the leaves are easily messed up when folded, they are decorated into albums, which is what people call "album pages" today.

As a kind of sketch of calligraphy and painting, leaves are small in size and easy to preserve, which are very popular among calligraphers, painters and collectors. Since the appearance of album pages, they are basically no longer afraid of being bitten by insects and rats.

These are four folding albums, all in sixteenth format.

The decoration is exquisite, with hard board type, and the wood selected is also the best red rosewood, which is log color and has a gentle touch.

Judging from the panoramic content, this is a painting depicting an ancient lantern festival.

Anonymous, no title.

In the painting, both sides of the street are lined with shops.

There are tea shops, shoe shops, cloth shops, wine shops, restaurants, pawn shops, etc.

On the river that passes through the city, there are several dragon boats with colorful lanterns slowly passing by.

In the wide streets, there are people walking on stilts, doing tricks, dragon and lion dances and performing arts.

On the stage, traditional drama is performed.

Of course, the most important thing is the lantern festival. The streets are crowded with tourists, and there must be hundreds of them rubbing shoulders.

All kinds of palace lanterns are as bright as day.

People happily guessed lantern riddles under colorful lanterns of different styles.

The lanterns of various colors are drawn in all kinds of strange ways and are extremely lifelike.

Birds, beasts, myths and stories are all there.

The smaller ones include bamboo, orchids, plums and chrysanthemums, flowers, birds, fish and insects.

The big ones are dragon, phoenix, unicorn, tiger and sacred ox.

There are also colored lanterns with historical stories of landscapes and figures on the surface, such as Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage, Three Heroes Fighting Lu Bu, Three Heroes of the Romance, Romance of the West Chamber, Lying on the Ice Seeking Carp, Chiseling a Wall to Borrow Light, Sima Guang Smashing a Vat, etc.

Lifelike and lifelike.

"This is a very rare genre painting."

After Shen Yu looked at it carefully, he immediately praised it.

"Genre painting?"

Shen Yu nodded: "Yes, genre paintings are also called 'tang paintings'. The more famous ones are "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", "Salesman Picture", and "Light Color Picture of Lantern Festival"."

"Can Brother Shen know who wrote these album pages?" Li Haiyang asked.

Shen Yuxin said, I am not a god, so where can I go to such an unknown painting with no name and no price?

But I want to think about it in my heart, but I can't say that on the surface.

After thinking about it for a long time, Shen Yu replied seriously: "This painting is delicate in description and elegant in color. It must have been painted by a famous artist, but because there is no inscription, it is difficult to distinguish."

Shen Yu knew that Li Haiyang was a smart man, so he would definitely understand what he said.

Li Haiyang nodded and said very depressedly: "I got this painting in exchange for a Qianlong pastel eight-sided vase left by an old man.

"I was not willing to sell that bottle when someone gave me two million. Oh, I was careless."

Shen Yuqi said: "Boss Li, if you like it, you can buy it."

Li Haiyang patted his forehead and said, "The other person has a stubborn head. I can exchange it, but I can't sell it. He also identified my eight-sided vase. I also liked the painting when I saw it, so I gritted my teeth and exchanged it with him."

When he said this, Shen Yu looked at him differently, "Boss Li, do you also like calligraphy and painting?"

"Of course, I don't like landscapes. What I like most is this kind of figure painting with a bit of the smoke and smoke of the market."

Shen Yu praised: "Although these four album pages are unknown paintings, they are still worth the money. You have good eyesight."

Li Haiyang had a smile on his face and felt comfortable in his heart.

However, when he thought that what Shen Yu said might be just a joke, and that his two million might be wasted, he immediately grimaced again.

"Boss Li, if you don't know this painting, are you willing to part with it?"

Shen Yu just used his special ability to take a look at these album pages, and he was secretly amazed.

The treasure light is dark blue, no more, no less, exactly five inches.

After turning into a round shape, it was as big as a walnut.

One inch of Baoguang means one hundred years, five inches means five hundred years, which is about the Zhengde and Jiajing periods of the Ming Dynasty.

There were too many active calligraphers and painters in this era, including Shen Zhou, Wu Wei, Wen Zhengming, Tang Bohu, Qiu Ying, Zhou Chen, Chen Chun, Xie Shichen, Lu Zhi, Wen Peng, Wen Jia, Wen Boren, etc.

No matter who it belongs to, it's impossible to get it without seven to eight million, or tens of millions, let alone a set of four.

……

In a luxurious villa with an excellent location in Shuijingtiancheng, Jing Shuiyang stood by the window with a gloomy look on his face, looking at the luxury cars entering and exiting the gate of the community, his eyes full of anger.

It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak harshly to him in person, let alone pour tea on him.

Having said that, if Xu Duofu throws a tantrum, he will too. Although the Xu family is rich, it is not prosperous. Xu Duofu doesn't look like a smart person. If he is in charge of the Xu family in the future, it will definitely go downhill.

Being patient with him for a while is nothing.

Moreover, the Gu family in Dongjiang, run by Xu Duofu's aunt, was not something he, Jing Shuiyang, could afford to offend.

The three sons of the Gu family, Ding Xingwang and Gu Yongshan, are all outstanding among men, with excellent morals and academics. Not all of them are engaged in business, but also in academic fields. The eldest, Gu Shixin, is only thirty-two years old and has a master's degree from Dongda University. Tutor Associate Professor.

No need to think about it, the Gu family will definitely become more and more prosperous in the future.

In addition, many daily necessities produced by the factory run by the Jing family need to be sold by the Gu family's Donggu Department Store. If Xu Huiping is angered, Jing Shuiyang feels that his father will break his legs.

But what made Jing Shuiyang feel angry and unbearable was that the young owner of the antique shop dared to disgrace him and even dared to throw tea in his face. This was something that he, a famous noble man in Jiangzhou, couldn't bear. < /p>

"XX!"

The more Jing Shuiyang thought about it, the angrier he became. He picked up the wine glass next to him and threw it to the ground.

Bang!

The amber red wine splashed everywhere with the glass, and the expensive handmade carpet was immediately in a mess.

I still felt so angry that I smashed all the vases on the bedside table, the oil paintings hanging on the wall, and even my mobile phone.

"Where are the people coming? Are they all dead?"

Jing Shuiyang shouted angrily outside the door.

Da da da!

Following a rush of footsteps, several tall young men ran in.

Seeing the mess in the house, several people looked at each other and couldn't help but shudder.

One of them, who looked smarter, took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice, "Boss, what's the matter?"

Jing Shuiyang's eyes were horrifying, "You go to Zheng Wen now and ask him to take you to the Chuzhou Flea Market and Antique City to find an antique shop. The owner is Shen Yu. After you find it, find an opportunity to repair him severely. A meal."

Ban Cuntou looked embarrassed, "Boss, when he came from Jiangzhou, the eldest son said that he would not cause trouble. If he knows about this..."

Snap!

Ban ChunTou received a hard slap on the left side of his face.

Jing Shuiyang's slap was so hard that his nose bled.

Jing Shuiyang's eyes were blood red, "What? You don't want to?"

Ban Cun covered his face and said in a low voice: "No, it's just that the eldest son has spoken, so I have to consider it."

Jing Shuiyang snorted coldly, "Bullshit, it's me who pays your salary, not my elder brother, why do you consider his words?

"If you still want to take money from me, do as I say now!

"Now, immediately, immediately!"

……

Ten minutes later, a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle drove out of Shuijingtiancheng.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Ban Cuntou looked out the window with a gloomy expression.

Sitting behind him, Zheng Wen, the stone gambling consultant who switched jobs from Wu's Jewelry, asked in a vibrato voice: "Brother, are we really going to find each other? You know the Xu family is not easy to mess with.

"Boss Jing may be fine in the end, but those of us who work part-time will definitely not be able to afford it."

Ban Cun Tou glanced at Zheng Wen coldly, "Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I just turned around and went back.

"I'm a bodyguard, not a thug.

"Besides, the eldest son will be the helmsman of the Jing family from now on. By working for the second son, he won't even be able to make a living."

Bah!

After saying that, Ban Cun head spit out the window.