Detective From the Future - Chapter 254

[Two hundred and fifty Guo Ziyi]

“Lao Lin, we’ve known each other for so many years, tell me how much you want to sell this painting?” Wang Qingsheng asked.

“Yes, we are not outsiders, and we don’t have so many twists and turns, this number.” Lao Lin stroked a slap.

“Fifty thousand?”

“Yes, if you think it’s suitable, you can take this painting; if you think it’s not suitable, let’s continue drinking tea and chatting.” Lao Lin said with a smile.

Wang Qingsheng didn’t answer, got up and walked to the desk, took out the magnifying glass and continued to look at the painting.

Lao Lin didn’t care either. He didn’t really come to drink tea. The most important thing was to make money.

Han Bin had nothing to do, and while drinking tea, he asked Lao Lin about some antique business.

Lao Lin’s full name is Lin Zhongqi. His hometown is in Xiaogang Village near Qindao. He arrived at Qindao in his early twenties and stayed in the antiques circle for more than 20 years. Not bad.

Wang Qingsheng watched the painting for ten minutes before putting away the magnifying glass and walked over.

Han Bin poured out the herbal tea and added a new cup of tea to Wang Qingsheng.

Wang Qingsheng took a sip of tea and asked, “Lao Lin, can this painting be cheaper?”

“Brother Wang, you should know very well that Han Xuankun is a famous ink painter in our Qindao, and his paintings are definitely worth the price and appreciate. It has great potential. If I didn’t have spare money, I would also like to keep this painting and hang it in my home as a family heirloom.”

“Lao Lin, you have a lot of treasures, so this one is not bad.” Wang Qingsheng laughed road.

Lin Zhongqi pondered for a moment: “Yes, since you have spoken up, brother, I can’t help but give you face. I’m giving you two thousand cheaper. If you think it’s suitable, you can accept it. If it’s not suitable, let’s have tea.”

Wang Qingsheng touched his chin.

After thinking for a while, he said, “I can’t make up my mind for a while. I have to think about it again.”

“No problem.” Lin Zhong snorted and drank another cup of tea.

The three chatted for a while, and when it was noon, Wang Qingsheng invited Lin Zhongqi to have dinner together, but he politely declined.

After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingsheng couldn’t help but ask: “Binzi, do you think there is something wrong with this painting?”

Han Bin shook his head: “I didn’t see it.

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“Lao Lin, what do you think?”

“Contact There are not many people, it is hard to say how people are, but during the time we met today, there is no sign of him lying.” Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng smiled and secretly said, this kid still treats others as prisoners.

“Uncle, do you want to accept this painting?” Han Bin asked.

Wang Qingsheng frowned and said, ” I’m not sure.” “Is there something wrong with the painting

?”

“There is no problem with the ink, handwriting, paper, imprint, and decoration, but I’m not sure about the inscription next to it.” Wang Qingsheng frowned.

Han Bin recalled: “Suddenly I heard the Xuanhe passing by in the Nine Heavens, and dared to ask where Xianjia could find it.”

“Yes, it is these two lines of poetry, which are written in small script. This is not Han Xuankun’s usual font, although it is similar to Han Xuankun’s handwriting. A bit similar, but there are also some differences.” Wang Qingsheng explained.

There are many fake antiques, calligraphy and paintings, no matter how similar other places are, as long as there is a flaw, I don’t dare to accept it easily.

If you hit the eye, you will lose a lot of money when you buy imitations.

“Uncle, you’re right. I also don’t think the inscription is Han Xuankun’s handwriting.” Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng was a little surprised: “When did you study calligraphy, kid?”

“I don’t study calligraphy specifically, I just learned some knowledge about handwriting identification.” Han Bin said.

“Tsk tsk, you can do it, you can use your criminal investigation method for calligraphy appraisal.” Wang Qingsheng smiled, with a bit of a school-exam tone:

“Then tell me, what is the difference between these two poems and Han Xuankun’s handwriting?”

“As the saying goes, words are like people, everyone’s writing style is different, and there are several common manifestations, such as the conspiracy of the entire handwriting. The layout, the size, shape and structural characteristics of the characters, changes in writing speed and strength, etc.” Han Bin recalled for a moment and continued:

“Compared with Han Xuankun’s handwriting, those two lines of poetry are obviously more powerful, and the writing is closed. It is also more rounded, and the partial connection of the words is more natural.”

“According to your comment, this person’s calligraphy is better than Han Xuankun?” Wang Qingsheng asked.

“Uncle, I don’t know if you’ve heard of ‘Yujiang Loose People.'” Han Bin asked in answer.

“Yujiang Sanren, I seem to have some impressions.” Wang Qingsheng muttered, rubbing his double chin and thinking for a while: “There is a calligrapher Guo Ziyi in Lingnan, whose alias is Yujiang Sanren.”

“Yes, I personally feel that this The two inscriptions are very similar to Guo Ziyi’s handwriting.” Han Bin said.

When Han Bin learned the skills of handwriting identification, he also instilled in his mind a large number of famous calligraphy posters and characteristics. These famous calligraphy masters have their own characteristics, and each is a family, and the learning is more systematic.

“Tsk tsk, Guo Ziyi is also a well-known calligrapher, and his characters are rarely sold to the public. If it is his inscription, the value of this painting can be improved by a higher level.” Wang Qingsheng showed a touch of expectation, which was an unexpected joy.

“Although I understand handwriting identification, I am a layman after all. You have to estimate the value of this painting yourself,” Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng said subconsciously: “It seems that this painting is either copied and the inscription is fake; or Lao Lin doesn’t know about the inscription, otherwise, this old boy would have offered more than 50,000 yuan.”

Unconsciously , The two had already left the antique street, Han Bin glanced around: “Uncle, what are we having for lunch?”

“What did you say?” Wang Qingsheng didn’t seem to hear it clearly.

“What did I say for lunch?”

Wang Qingsheng waved his hand: “I can’t care about this now. You go home first, and I’ll study it later. If it’s Guo Ziyi’s inscription, it will make a lot of money. I have to quickly put the painting away.”

“Uncle, Don’t be impulsive, UU read the book www.sonicmtl.com to study it carefully, think about it more, and it’s not too late to accept the painting.” Han Bin’s handwriting identification skills are the first time to use, he can’t guarantee 100% effectiveness.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been playing for half my life, and it’s not that easy to be fooled.” Wang Qingsheng patted Han Bin on the shoulder, turned around and went back to Antique Street.

Han Bin shook his head and smiled bitterly: “Yes, today’s big meal is gone.”

Han Bin didn’t rush home, he found a restaurant to eat some food, and went for a walk around the beach. Although it was a coastal city, he cared about it all day. Busy with work, I don’t come to the beach very often.

The last time I came to the beach, it seemed that I was still dating Tan Jingya. I thought about it quickly.

Looking at the endless sea, he felt his insignificance, and his worries and work pressure dissipated a lot. Han Bin wore headphones and listened to the novel to take a taxi home.

When I got home, I accompanied my mother to watch the festival, and I told my mother about the collection of paintings this morning. Before I knew it, it became dark outside.

In the evening, Han Bin personally cooked and cooked four dishes and one soup, all of which his parents liked.

[End of this Chapter]