Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 43 This calligraphy and painting is interesting

Seeing that Boss Zhang wanted to increase the price, if Master didn't like it so much, he would have given it up.

Zhao Gang lowered his head and pondered for a while, and the people around him grabbed him and signaled him not to continue.

After all, Boss Zhang can be regarded as a respectable person on the street, so there is no need to have trouble with him because of an unknown inkstone.

But Zhao Gang's temper is like this, the more you don't let him do anything, the more he wants to try it.

Without hesitation, he raised the price tag in his hand.

"Ten thousand!"

Everyone did not expect that Zhao Gang would increase the price to 1 yuan in one go. In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Gang's behavior was completely out of anger.

"There's no need for Gangzi to do this. It's just an inkstone. There will be a good one in a while. If you like it, we'll get it for you."

Wang Hui also murmured in his heart. According to Zhao Gang's normal behavior style, he would not be so impulsive as to do this.

"Brother Wang, this is a good thing, I must take it down."

Quietly told the reason in Wang Hui's ear, Wang Hui looked at Zhao Gang in surprise, it turned out that in his eyes, this ordinary inkstone turned out to be a treasure.

Wang Hui believed in Zhao Gang's eyesight unconditionally. He probably wouldn't miss it. He simply gritted his teeth and handed the card in Zhao Gang's hand.

"I believe that your master will also agree with your behavior this time, so let you do it boldly."

Wang Hui's support for Zhao Gang warmed his heart. This guy usually helps him a lot in business.Now support it again.

It is said that the kindness of dripping water should be repaid by the spring, and Wang Hui's kindness to himself has surpassed the kindness of dripping water.

"Little brother, there is no need to spend such a big price just to get angry with me."

Boss Zhang also spoke at this time, but Zhao Hui remained unmoved.

"If Boss Zhang still wants to continue, please make an offer."

After all, Boss Zhang is still a businessman, and everything he does is about making money. It is really worthless to spend 1 yuan on this inkstone.

He looked at Zhao Gang who was determined to win, and simply shook his head, expressing that he had given up.

Lai Ertou happily raised the inkstone in his hand, announcing on the spot that the inkstone belonged to Zhao Gang.

At this moment, the guys who saw the joke hadn't realized that they had missed the best price of the night.

A white-haired old man in the corner squinted his eyes at Zhao Gang.

The young man looked unknown, but in his bones there was an air of reluctance to admit defeat. As for the inkstone, he hadn't observed it carefully just now.

But it is not accidental that a young man can bid such a high price. After the auction is over, he must go up and take a closer look at the special features of the price.

Tonight's auction came to an end soon, and Zhao Gang didn't help Mr. Duan find any good items until the end.

"Mr. Duan's things tonight are really not satisfactory. If the last two things are not very good, then I will try my best."

Mr. Duan nodded, although he didn't know Zhao Gang's intention for buying the object, but just looking at today's auction items is indeed not very good.

Next is another painting, which is a lively scene on the street. The painting is so lifelike that it makes people feel that it is a rare treasure at a glance.

"What do you think of this painting?"

Mr. Duan tilted his head to look at Zhao Gang. In fact, he didn't want to buy this painting, but Zhao Gang looked serious.

"Master Duan, if you believe me, then take a photo of this painting, and you may have unexpected surprises."

In fact, Zhao Gang has already seen that this thing is similar to the silk embroidery he got from Mr. Huang.

It's just that the temple silk embroidery is made of human hair at the temples, but this painting is indeed made of silver silk thread, which makes it shine under the light.

But it is also the place where it shines that makes others mistake it for a modern imitation that is specially made.

In fact, Mr. Duan's intention for this painting is not very obvious, but hearing Zhao Gang say this, his hands are a little itchy.

"A painting by a famous teacher, the miniature version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" starts at [-] yuan."

After Lai Ertou said the value of this painting, the people present fell silent again, saying that one or two of today's things should be treasures.

However, the value of each object is average, which is a bit disappointing.

"Little brother, you must be careful not to hurt me."

Hearing the conversation between Mr. Duan and Zhao Gang, the antique boss squeezed a cold sweat and whispered to Zhao Gang.

The son in front of me, not to mention me, even if the most powerful person in the city comes, he may not be able to offend him.

Zhao Gang nodded confidently. He knew from the halo of the painting that it was worth a lot.

The colorful halo is even more obvious than the picture in Mr. Huang's hand.

"Mr. Duan, just bid. If this object falls into your hands, I will pay whatever you lose."

Now that Zhao Gang has said this, if Mr. Duan doesn't take action again, it will seem a bit hypocritical, so Mr. Zhao raised the price increase sign in his hand.

"Twenty thousand one!"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Duan would make a move, everyone looked at this side in surprise, and saw Zhao Gang bowing his head and whispering with Mr. Duan.

Everyone also guessed that it was probably Zhao Gang who encouraged Mr. Duan to take down this painting.

"Master Duan, it's better not to believe what young people say, otherwise you won't even know how you will be compensated when the time comes."

A young man shouted in the room, Mr. Duan didn't look at him, but slowly put away the price increase card in his hand.

The value of [-] is considered the final price of this painting, not to mention who would dare to steal food from Mr. Duan?

There was silence in the arena, and everyone held their breath and concentrated, not daring to speak.

Lai Ertou felt that he had made a lot of money today. He actually caught two fat sheep and slaughtered them. He was just a businessman, not a poverty alleviation person.

What's more, antiques are always the ones with the highest price. There is no reason for anyone to give the original to the seller just because they lost money.

Seeing that no one spoke, Lai Ertou was afraid that Mr. Duan would go back on his word.

Soon he knocked on the drumstick in his hand, and the calligraphy and painting belonged to Mr. Duan. Only when he got the calligraphy and painting in his hand did Mr. Duan feel the unusualness of this painting.

He looked at Zhao Gang with surprise in his eyes. This guy has a delicate mind and is really accurate in seeing things.

The last item was also taken by the owner of an antique shop, and today's auction is considered to be over.

By the time Zhao Gang and the others came out of the underground auction house, the sky was already a little bright, and everyone stayed up all night, feeling very hungry.

A few people were about to eat something, and then went home to rest, but they were stopped by a voice behind them.

"The little brother in front, please stay."

Zhao Gang was still a little puzzled when he was suddenly stopped by someone else. He stopped and looked behind him.

I saw an old man catching up in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)