Detective From the Future - Chapter 253

[Two hundred and forty-nine Umu Mountain people]

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

He was holding a piece of cake in his hand, and he didn’t know what it was rolling.

“Uncle, what time is it, why did you eat breakfast?”

“I woke up late today, and I went out to exercise again, and I also delayed eating.” Wang Qingsheng said vaguely.

“Where are we going to collect paintings?”

“It’s on this antique street, walking and talking.” Wang Qingsheng led the way. To be precise, he was eating and walking. His mouth was full, how could he make room for it? say.

Wang Qingsheng was eating very fast, and after walking for a while, the burritos had already eaten.

Wang Qingsheng wiped his hands, showing a satisfied look: “I’m full, I have a good meal in the morning, and I’ll be full of energy this day.”

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

It’s not a shop, it’s a stall.” Wang Qingsheng pointed to the front: “No, it’s the one with the bunting in front of you.”

Han Bin glanced at the stall not far away, and there was a small bunting with the height of one person hanging on the stall. There are a lot of antiques on it, and a man and a woman are sitting in the back watching the booth.

After the two approached, they looked more closely. The booth was a man and a woman, about forty years old. They looked like a husband and wife. Overcoat, where to squat like an old peasant.

The woman was wearing a red down jacket with a gray bag on her back, and shouted, “Don’t miss it when you pass by, the stall has been around for decades, it’s definitely authentic…”

“Uncle, this shout is not too bad. “Han Bin smiled.

“Do you feel a little silly?” Wang Qingsheng asked rhetorically.

Han Bin nodded, feeling a little bit.

“That’s right, people are doing business with this stupid energy. They have been shouting for so many years. Compared with other stalls, the business is only good.” Wang Qingsheng said.

“What’s the point?”

Wang Qingsheng smiled and patted Han Bin’s shoulder: “It can only be understood, not in words.” When the

two walked to the booth,

Wang Qingsheng greeted, “Lao Lin, came out so early to practice. ”

Brother Wang, I can’t compare with you. There are many children in the family, so we must hurry up and earn tuition fees.” said the stall owner known as Lao Lin.

“Lao Lin, you can hear what you said. Why does it seem like you’re looking at me.” Wang Qingsheng said with a wry smile.

“Don’t say that, I envy you. I am old and young, and I am under a lot of pressure. I don’t drink half a catty of wine every day, so I don’t want to fall asleep.” Lao Lin said.

“Lao Lin, your painting of Han Xuankun is still there, let me slap my eyes.”

“Yo, I caught my eye.” Lao Lin said with a smile.

“No, I just want to see the real work of Han Xuankun.” Wang Qingsheng laughed.

“Hey, wait, I’ll get it for you.”

“Don’t bother, let’s go to the teahouse and sit in another place.” Wang Qingsheng suggested.

“Yo, today the sun is coming out in the west, and it’s the first time that Brother Wang invites me to drink tea.”

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

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

Lao Yutou Teahouse.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the voice of the man: “Welcome, please come to the three distinguished guests.”

Han Bin looked at it. The teahouse was divided into two floors. There were more than a dozen tables on the first floor. There were two wooden shelves in the middle. There were a lot of antiques. Have.

“There is a private room on the second floor.”

“I’m preparing it for you, please go upstairs.” The man led the three to the private room on the second floor.

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

A group of three entered the bookcase.

The private room is more than 20 square meters, and there are two tables, a square table and a bookcase.

After the three of them were seated separately, Lao Lin looked at Han Bin and asked, “What’s the name of this gentleman?”

“This is my nephew Han Bin, who is interested in collecting, so I will take him with me, so that he can be saved everywhere. Tuition fee.” Wang Qingsheng laughed.

“Hello, Boss Lin.” Han Bin greeted.

“I can’t be a boss, I’m just a stall owner.

“Lao Lin waved his hand and looked at Han Bin: “Brother Wang, you are considered a successor.

During the

conversation, two waiters came in, each carrying a wooden tray, one with nuts and fruit trays, and the other with a tea set.

“Let’s put it aside, we can brew it ourselves .”

.

“Wang Qingsheng said. The

waiter nodded, and then left the private room.

Wang Qingsheng skillfully washed the tea set, then brewed a pot of Longjing tea, and poured a cup for

each of the three. The three drank a cup of tea and chatted again. A few words of news from the industry.

Wang Qingsheng changed his words and said, “Lao Lin, what about that painting, let me take a look again.

”

Lao Lin smiled. Although he didn’t break it, he knew what Wang Qingsheng meant by inviting him to come.

Lao Lin took the wooden box to the front of the book desk and opened the lock on the wooden box, which contained a picture scroll.

Lao Lin unfolded the scroll, put it on the desk, and made a gesture of invitation: “Brother Wang, please.”

Wang Qingsheng put on white gloves, walked to the painting and observed it. After reading it roughly, he took it out again. I took a magnifying glass and observed it carefully, back and forth, from beginning to end, top to bottom, left to right, bottom to top, right to left.

Han Bin was also a little curious. He leaned over and looked at it. It was an ink landscape painting. In the distance, there were many peaks, clouds and mountains surrounded by fog, and the misty and ethereal abnormality. Two gray cranes flew over the mountains, and two rows of calligraphy were written on the right side. ‘Suddenly I heard the Nine Heavens Xuanhe passing by, dare to ask where the fairy’s house is found’.

There is also a red seal below, printed with the words ‘Wumu Shanren’.

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

After Han Bin read it, Wang Qingsheng was still watching it seriously.

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

Wang Qingsheng watched for more than 40 minutes before he put away the magnifying glass, took off his gloves, sat down on the chair and poured a cup of tea: “I’m exhausted.”

Lao Lin held the teapot and poured Wang Qingsheng a cup Tea, smiled and said, “Brother Wang, how are you looking? This painting is still eye-catching.”

“Not bad, not bad.” Wang Qingsheng said perfunctorily and ate a pistachio.

“Brother Wang, we don’t speak secretly. I’ve been sitting with you for an hour. Your sentence is good, so I want to send me away.”

“Lao Lin, let me tell you the truth, I really do this thing. Intentional, but still a little uncertain.” Wang Qingsheng shook his head.

Lao Lin didn’t answer and looked at Han Bin who was beside him: “Little brother Han, what do you think?”

“Boss Lin, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com took the liberty to ask, where did you get this painting from?” Han Bin asked.

“Lao Lin, my nephew is a layman, don’t mind.” Wang Qingsheng smiled.

“It’s okay, there’s nothing that can’t be said.” Lao Lin waved his hand and said, “This painting was collected by a distant relative of Han Xuankun and I, and it is absolutely authentic.”

“Then where did his distant relative get it from? What?” Han Bin asked.

“According to that distant relative, it was Han Xuankun who 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 take action.”

“If Han Xuankun’s relatives want to sell it, why don’t they sell it in person? It’s easier for people to believe it’s the real thing.” Han Bin wondered.

“This scholarly family is shameful. Can a son’s hand-painted paintings be sold?”

Lao Lin smiled and lowered his voice: “Besides, Han Xuankun died not long ago, and his immediate family members sold paintings. Those collectors also have to wonder in their hearts whether this painting is worth collecting.”

[End of this Chapter]