Detective from The Future

Han Bin got out of the taxi and saw a fat figure standing at the entrance of Antique Street.

Holding a piece of bread in his hand, I don't know what the roll is.

"Uncle, what time is it, why did you eat breakfast."

"I got up late today and went out to exercise again, and I was delayed for dinner." Wang Qingsheng said vaguely.

"Where shall we go to collect the picture?"

"Just on this antique street, walking and talking." Wang Qingsheng led the way. To be precise, he was eating and walking, his mouth was full, so how could he be free to speak.

Wang Qingsheng eats quickly, and not long after he has left, the burrito has been eaten.

Wang Qingsheng wiped his hands, revealing a satisfied look: "I'm full, I eat well in the morning, I will have energy on this day."

Han Bin smiled and asked, "Uncle, is the place where you want to collect paintings also an antique shop?"

"It's not a store, it's a stall." Wang Qingsheng pointed to the front: "No, it's the one with colorful flags in front."

Han Bin glanced around, and there was a small colorful flag hanging on a stall not far away. There were a lot of antiques on the stall, and there was a man and a woman sitting behind to watch the stall.

After the two approached, they looked more closely. The one who looked at the stall was a man and a woman, about forty years old. They looked like a couple. The man had dark skin and was wrapped in a military green. Overcoat, where do you squat like an old farmer.

The woman was wearing a red down jacket, carrying a gray bag on her back, and yelling: "Don't miss it when you pass by, the stall is a long-established brand for decades, absolutely authentic..."

"Uncle, this shout is not too loud." Han Bin smiled.

"Does it feel a little silly?" Wang Qingsheng asked back.

Han Bin nodded, feeling a little bit.

"That's right, people do business with this stupid energy. After shouting for so many years, compared with other stalls, the business is only strong." Wang Qingsheng said.

"What are you particular about?"

Wang Qingsheng smiled and patted Han Bin on the shoulder: "I can only understand it, but it cannot be said."

In front of the stall the two came to, Wang Qingsheng said hello: "Old Lin, come out to practice the stall so early."

"Brother Wang, I can't compare with you. There are many children in the family, so I have to pay close attention to earning tuition." said the stall owner known as Lao Lin.

"Lao Lin, it sounds like you are staring at me." Wang Qingsheng smiled bitterly.

"Don't say that, I envy you. I am old and young. I am under a lot of pressure. I don't drink half a catty of wine every day and don't want to sleep." Lao Lin said.

"Lao Lin, your painting by Han Xuankun is still there, let me take it under my palm."

"Yeah, I caught my eye." Old Lin smiled.

"I can't talk about it, I just want to see the real work of Han Xuankun." Wang Qingsheng smiled.

"Go, wait, I'll get it for you."

"Don't tell me, let's change places and go to the teahouse to sit down." Wang Qingsheng suggested.

"Hey, the sun came out from the west today. Brother Wang invited me to drink tea. It was the first time." Lao Lin was joking, but he was like Ming Jing, knowing that Wang Qingsheng had caught his eye.

Lao Lin told his wife a few words, carefully found a wooden box from the iron box placed next to him, and followed Wang Qingsheng and the other two.

Both of them set up street stalls. In order to avoid crowded ears, it is more appropriate to find a quiet place.

Old Yutou Teahouse.

As soon as I walked in, I heard the dude's yelling: "Welcome, please come from among the three distinguished guests."

Han Bin looked at it. The teahouse is divided into two floors. There are more than a dozen tables on the first floor, and two wooden shelves in the middle. There are many antiques, including jade, porcelain, and bronze. Have.

"There is land in the private room on the second floor."

"I am preparing it for you, please go upstairs." The guy led the three to the private room on the second floor.

There are a total of four private rooms on the second floor, and a sign is hung at the door, which says ‘pottery, jade, book, miscellaneous’.

The group of three entered the book room.

The private room is more than 20 square meters, with two tables, a square table and a book case.

After the three of them sat down between the guest and the host, Lao Lin looked at Han Bin and asked, "What is the name of this gentleman?"

"This is my nephew, Han Bin, who is interested in collecting, so I will take him and save him to pay tuition everywhere." Wang Qingsheng smiled.

"Hello Boss Lin." Han Bin said hello.

"If you can't be the boss, I'm just a stall." Lao Lin waved his hand and looked at Han Bin: "Brother Wang, you are a successor."

While they were talking, two waiters walked in, each carrying a wooden tray, one with nuts and fruit trays, and the other with tea sets.

"Let it go, we can make our own." Wang Qingsheng said.

The waiter nodded, and then left the private room.

Wang Qingsheng skillfully washed the tea set, then made a pot of Longjing tea, and poured a cup for each of them.

The three drank a cup of tea each, and then chatted a few words about the industry.

Only then did Wang Qingsheng change his head and said, "Lao Lin, what about that painting, let me take another look."

Lao Lin smiled. Although he didn't break it, he knew what Wang Qingsheng meant to invite himself.

Lao Lin took the wooden box and walked to the bookcase, and opened the lock on the wooden box, which contained a picture scroll.

Lao Lin spread out the picture scroll, put it on the book table, and made a gesture of please: "Brother Wang, please."

Wang Qingsheng put on his white gloves, walked to the side of the painting and observed it. After reading it roughly, he took out a magnifying glass, from top to bottom, from top to bottom, from left to right, and from bottom to bottom. Go up, from right to left carefully, observe back and forth.

Han Bin was also a little curious, so he leaned forward and took a look. This is an ink landscape painting. In the distance, there are many peaks, clouds and mountains, misty, and misty. Two gray cranes fly over the mountains, with two rows of calligraphy on the right. 'Suddenly heard of the Nine Heavens Black Crane passing by, dare to ask where to find the fairy house'

There is also a red seal at the bottom with the four words "Wu Mu Shan Ren".

Han Bin read it several times carefully. He has learned the skills of handwriting identification and has some experience in calligraphy and painting.

After Han Bin finished reading, Wang Qingsheng was still watching.

Lao Lin was drinking tea and eating nuts leisurely, without any urging.

Wang Qingsheng watched for more than forty minutes before putting away the magnifying glass, removing his gloves, sitting down on the chair, and pouring a cup of tea: "I'm exhausted."

Holding the teapot, Lao Lin poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, how are you looking? This painting is still eye-catching."

"Yes, not bad." Wang Qingsheng said perfunctorily, eating a pistachio.

"Brother Wang, we know that people don't talk secretly, but I have been sitting with you for an hour. Your sentence is good, so I want to dismiss me."

"Lao Lin, tell you the truth, I do intend this thing, but I still have some uncertainty." Wang Qingsheng shook his head.

Lao Lin did not answer, and looked at Han Bin who was aside: "Brother Han, what do you think?"

"Boss Lin, take the liberty to ask, where did you paint this painting?" Han Bin said.

"Old Lin, my nephew is a layman, don't mind." Wang Qingsheng smiled.

"It's okay, there's nothing we can't say." Lao Lin waved his hand and said, "This painting was collected by a distant relative of Han Xuankun and I. It is definitely authentic."

"Then where did his distant relatives get it?" Han Bin asked.

"According to that distant relative, Han Xuankun gave it to him, but I don't think so." Lao Lin shook his head, took a sip of tea, and continued: "I feel like Han Xuankun's relatives entrusted him to shoot."

"If it's Han Xuankun's relatives who want to sell it, why don't they sell it personally, it will be easier for people to believe that it is the genuine product." Han Bin asked in confusion.

"This scholarly family is all face-to-face, Lao Tzu's autographs, can you sell it as a son?"

Lao Lin smiled, lowered his voice and said, "Besides, not long after Han Xuankun's death, his immediate family members were all selling out paintings, and those collectors had to murmur whether this painting is worth collecting."