I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

While waiting for Tian Guiqin to return, Hu Muzhi also had a general understanding of Tian Guiqin.

Tian Guiqin, who is seventy-three, not only loves to collect calligraphy and painting, but also runs a calligraphy and painting cultural relic shop in Liulichang called Hanhaizhai.

It stands to reason that at his age, he could have retired and handed over the work of the cultural relics store to his children.

But Tian Guiqin became obsessed with painting and calligraphy to a certain level, and he couldn't sleep without dealing with painting and calligraphy every day.

So at such an old age, I still stick to the front line.

Not long after, Wu Hanhai came back.

"Brother Wu, you want Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo and Stone Picture". 35 Tian Guiqin handed the scroll in his hand to Wu Hanhai.

After Wu Hanhai took it, he spread it out and placed it on the coffee table, then looked at Hu Muzhi, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Brother Hu, palm and eye.

When Tian Guiqin heard this, he frowned and said solemnly, "Brother Wu, don't you believe me?"

"Tian Lao, don't get me wrong." Wu Hanhai naturally couldn't tell the truth, and hurriedly made an excuse: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that Brother Hu loves Zheng Banqiao's paintings, so he wants to appreciate it."

Tian Guiqin was obviously very satisfied with Wu Hanhai's explanation, and his originally frowning brows eased away, saying, "Young people still know how to appreciate ancient paintings, which is good.

Hu Muzhi didn't answer Tian Guiqin's words, so he turned his attention to the painting on the coffee table.

Through the focus on Hu Muzhi's face, Tian Guiqin was sure that Hu Muzhi really knew how to appreciate calligraphy and painting.

Because only if you really understand, will you show this investment.

Although there are only a few bamboos in the whole painting, it gives the feeling of being in a bamboo forest.

Bamboos are of different heights, but they are scattered, giving people a sense of layering visually. The bamboo leaves are flipped, quiet, noble and elegant.

Each bamboo is firmly rooted in the ground, as if it has life, divided into vivid, giving people a sense of arrogance and elegance.

From the point of view of details, the layers of bamboo knots and bamboo leaves seem to have charm and vitality.

In the end, it was signed, Zheng Xie.

Zheng Xie is the original name of Zheng Banqiao.

Hu Muzhi retracted his gaze, looked at Wu Hanhai, and nodded slightly, indicating that the painting and calligraphy were genuine.

Seeing this, Wu Hanhai opened his mouth to Tian Guiqin who was sitting on the sofa and said, "Elder Tian, ​​should I deliver this money to your house? Or will I give it to you now."5

"Send it to me." Tian Guiqin said.

"Okay, then I'll send it to you when the store is closed. 33 Wu Hanhai nodded in response.

"Okay, then I'll go too." Tian Guiqin got up and walked outside the store.

Looking at Tian Guiqin's back, Wu Hanhai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end only two words came out: "Old Tian..."

"Brother Wu, is there anything else?" Wu Hanhai paused and turned to look at Wu Hanhai with a puzzled expression.

"Uh...uh..." Wu Hanhai didn't know what to say, and he couldn't hold a word for a while.

"Just say what you have, just like a girl, what kind of system is it?" Tian Guiqin scolded.

After some ideological struggle, Wu Hanhai still decided to get rid of the whole truth, because there might be a chance to remedy this.

"Wu...Old, what about the painting of Song Huizong just now?" Wu Hanhai asked.

"What? Do you want to continue appreciating?" Tian Guiqin said with a smile.

"Really." Wu Hanhai said noncommittally.

"Yes, yes, no, no, yes, what does it mean?" Tian Guiqin said dissatisfied.

"Yes yes yes. 35 Wu Hanhai can only say.

"Wait a few days. After all, that painting doesn't really belong to me yet. If it is damaged, I can't afford it," Tian Guiqin explained.

"What do you mean?" This time it was Wu Hanhai's turn to be confused.

"The person who sold the paintings did not say that they would sell the paintings to me, but chose the method of mortgage. Today, tomorrow, and later, within three days, they will use 1.2 million to redeem. 55

"If I don't come to redeem it for more than three days, then the painting will belong to me.

"When I thought about it, the deal was not a loss, so I agreed without thinking." Tian Guiqin explained, "So, I signed a mortgage contract with him."5

Wu Hanhai heard the words, a black line on his face, this is a mortgage, it is clearly to gain trust in the name of mortgage.

The man knew that the painting was a fake, and after three days, he would definitely not see anyone.

"Tian Lao, if, I mean if. Wu Hanhai was afraid that Tian Guiqin would not be able to accept it, so he said if twice: "If that painting is fake, don't you lose money?"

"Impossible, I have studied that painting repeatedly, and it can't be a fake." Tian Guiqin said firmly.

"Tian Lao, come, sit down on the sofa first." Wu Hanhai invited Gui Qin to the sofa, and continued: "Tian Lao, you'd better prepare yourself for what I will say next.

"I have lived for more than 70 years, and I have never seen any kind of strong winds or waves. I will say anything, and there is nothing I can't accept." Tian Guiqin waved his hand in disapproval.

"If you lose a million? Can you accept it?" Wu Hanhai asked tentatively.

"Isn't it just one million? What is unacceptable." Tian Gui Qin Yun said lightly.

Seeing this, Hu Muzhi knew that Tian Guiqin had never really experienced it, so he didn't know what kind of feeling he felt, so he acted so lightly.

Not until after the real experience.

Wu Hanhai also understood, so he did not directly say that the painting was a fake, but reminded him of two words: "Cat's Eye."9

"What's wrong with the cat's eye?" Tian Guiqin asked, not understanding the meaning of Wu Hanhai's words for a while.

"Noon, Cat's Eye." Wu Hanhai could only remind again.

"Cat's eyes at noon..." Before he finished speaking, Tian Guiqin seemed to think of something and stopped abruptly.

Then, his eyes became dull, and his whole body slumped on the sofa.

Seeing this, Wu Hanhai and Hu Muzhi looked at each other.

Both of them understood that Tian Guiqin had already understood that the picture of the old man was a fake, otherwise this kind of reaction would not have occurred.

Neither of the two said a word, they just stood there quietly.

After a long while, Tian Guiqin showed a horrible smile on his face, then raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Elder Tian, ​​don't do this." Wu Han stepped forward and grabbed Tian Guiqin's hand.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that I, Tian Guiqin, have been in the painting and calligraphy world for so many years, and I have never been eye-catching.

"Everything is lost.

Wu Hanhai hurriedly comforted: "Old Tian, ​​it's fine, within three days, won't that person come to redeem it?"

"Don't console me, this is a fake painting, can he still come to redeem it?" Tian Guiqin asked weakly.

"There are no absolutes in the world." Hu Muzhi's voice sounded slowly.

"Huh?" Wu Hanhai and Tian Guiqin raised their heads at the same time and looked at Hu Muzhi.

"Actually, it's not that there is no remedy for this matter, it's up to you to let go of this old face." Hu Muzhi said.

"One million is more important than one's face, isn't it clear?" Wu Hanhai said.

Although in his opinion, one million is definitely more important than face, but for Tian Guiqin in his rare age, it is not necessarily.

Because the older people are, sometimes their face is more important than money.