Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 6 Bitter Melon Monk
After sending off old Songtou, chatted with Li Chao for a while, and promised to treat him to a big meal, Zhao Gang left Gudezhai.

His heart was very excited.In just one night, he earned a full 5 yuan, equivalent to one-sixth of 30 yuan.

More importantly, the 5 yuan can be used as his capital to pick up more leaks and double his savings faster.

The first thing he did when he returned to the rental house was to call the owner of the night market stall to resign.

Now that he can earn money by picking up leaks, he doesn't need to work so hard to earn money by overdrawing his body.

But he did not quit his job at the courier company.

Although the supernatural ability that came out of nowhere gave him the pleasure of being at the pinnacle of his life, he felt that all of this was too dreamy.He was afraid that this beautiful dream would come and go suddenly.

Continuing to work in the courier company gave him a down-to-earth feeling.So he doesn't intend to deviate too much from his original life trajectory.

Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.Even if he got supernatural powers, he was determined to study hard and take root in the antique industry with his true skills.

But now, the most important thing is to solve the current difficulties.Before he was hospitalized due to a car accident, he asked the courier company for half a month of sick leave.I just took advantage of this time to concentrate on picking up leaks.

The next morning, Zhao Gang got up early, washed and tidied up, locked the door and went to the street.He first went to the breakfast shop downstairs, ordered steamed buns and a porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, and sat in the shop to eat.

Since he worked hard, he has never had a comfortable breakfast in the early morning like this morning.

In order to save money, he always cooks a pot of rice porridge with a rice cooker at regular intervals the night before, and eats it with steamed buns and pickles bought in the vegetable market.Adding a boiled egg when you are not too busy is considered a luxury.

After breakfast, he came to Pangjiayuan Antique Street again.There are not many pedestrians on the street in the early morning, and the shops in the old street have just opened, and the guys in each shop are cleaning and tidying up, ready to welcome customers.

I saw a middle-aged man, holding a wooden box, standing in front of a shop and talking to the clerk.

"Young man, this is really the authentic work of Monk Bitter Gourd. If the child hadn't got leukemia and needed money, I wouldn't sell it even if I was killed!"

"If my painting is passed on, it will only become more and more valuable in a few years."

Zhao Gang nodded secretly in his heart.Monk Bitter Gourd, also known as Shi Tao, and Hongren, Kun Can, and Zhu Da are collectively known as the "Four Monks in the Early Qing Dynasty".His paintings can be dyed randomly to create wonderful scenes, especially full of innovative spirit. Qi Baishi also respects him very much. There is a poem that says: "When I write and sleep, weeping ghosts and gods, I have been a monk for more than two thousand years."

With the increasing admiration of literati paintings and monk paintings in the antique market in recent years, Shi Tao's paintings do have a lot of room for appreciation.

The fellow was unmoved in the slightest, and insisted on saying to him:
"Take this painting back, I don't understand it. You'd better go to another house and have a look again."

Hearing what the man said, Zhao Gang couldn't help being a little surprised.The incomprehensible implication is that the middle-aged man's painting by Shi Tao is a fake.

Of course, not directly saying that it is a fake is to save face for the seller.This is also an unwritten rule in the antique business.There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons on this street, there are everyone, and the words are too direct, and it is easy to offend people.

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed, but he still didn't give up. He said to the buddy, "Then... you can ask your boss to take a look. It won't delay you."

Seeing that he kept pestering him, the buddy became a little anxious: "Sir, if you continue to do this, don't blame me for being merciless. On the picture of your bitter gourd monk, there is even the watermark of Qinghe Printing and Dyeing Factory! Are you bullying my youth?" !"

"If I bring a painting like yours to our boss, the boss will not scold me like hell. If such a shameful story spreads, how can I survive in this Pangjiayuan!"

The guy raised his voice, which attracted pedestrians to look sideways.

Those who come to visit this antique street are all half-experts.Hearing what the man said, he looked at the middle-aged man with contempt and ridicule.

The middle-aged man felt guilty after being told by the waiter, and went elsewhere in embarrassment.

Zhao Gang looked at his back and saw that he was wearing a dark green cotton jacket. Maybe he had worn it for too long, and the color of the jacket had faded from the washing. The cuffs were frayed and there were tattered cotton threads. hanging down, looking quite downcast.

Just now he said that he sold the painting because he was in urgent need of money to treat the child. Zhao Gang suddenly recalled the feelings of himself and his mother when his father was diagnosed with liver cancer, and he felt full of sympathy for the man.

Even if the painting is a fake, you can still buy the fake at the corresponding value, right to save him in an emergency.Now that he has supernatural powers, he no longer needs to work hard for money. He still has this financial ability.

Then he caught up with the middle-aged man, stopped him and said, "Do you want to sell paintings? Can you show me?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Zhao Gang.Seeing that his clothes were very simple, he was a little disappointed, and immediately said impatiently: "My painting is the authentic work of Monk Bitter Gourd, and it is very valuable. If you don't really want to buy it, let's not waste our time!"

Hearing what he said, Zhao Gang laughed instead.It seems that I was being self-indulgent just now, and people don't need it at all.So he said, "Okay then," and planned to turn around and leave.

The middle-aged man regretted seeing him turn around.I walked through a lot of stores just now, and they were all coaxed out without exception.At this moment, I met a young young man who asked to see it, which showed that he was interested in the painting of Monk Bitter Gourd.

Even if the young man didn't say how much he was willing to pay, at least if he wanted to buy it, the chances of making a move would be great.

After this village, I am afraid there will be no such shop!
What's more, people should not be judged by their appearance, what if this young man has money in his hand.

He quickly stopped him and said:

"Hey, young man. Hehehe, I was the one who was rude just now, since you are interested, then take a look at my painting, it is absolutely authentic!"

As he spoke, he took out the painting from the wooden box and handed it to him.

Zhao Gang opened the scroll and took a look.This is a "Picture of Orchid and Bamboo in the Wind". In the painting, the ink and bamboo are dancing and circling, which is dynamic and shocking;

Look at the poem in the inscription above again: "The wind is slightly sussing and sweeping the heavy shade, and he is willing to enter the forest with his empty arms alone. The wind does not come, but Zhu Shishao teaches Huang Jia to stir up his heart."

There are five words for a single nomination: Qingxiang Dadizi, which is Shi Tao's alias.The whole painting is full of unrestrained brushwork, leisurely and far-reaching, which makes people feel refined.

He remembered what the buddy said just now, and he found a small watermark in an inconspicuous place in the lower right corner.

(End of this chapter)