first son-in-law

Chapter 34

"Mr. Jiang is someone who can find repairing chemical reagents. Such a talent is really buried in your Xu family!"

"Mr. Feng, didn't you really make a mistake? It is absolutely impossible for Jiang Fan to restore cultural relics. He even went out to wash dishes before! Just let him do his job as a security guard. There is no need to look at us Xu For the sake of the family, give him a cultural relic restorer!"

Xu Jinghai didn't believe Feng Gang's words at all, but thought that Feng Gang treated Jiang Fan politely because of the Xu family's face.

Even Xu Yin didn't believe that Jiang Fan could restore cultural relics, and asked in surprise, "What's going on here? How did you change from a security guard to a cultural relic restorer?"

Jiang Fan kept a distance from Xu Jinghai, and whispered to Xu Yin, "Honey, I have worked as a handyman in other auction houses before, and I have learned a little bit about it."

Xu Yin suddenly realized: "So that's the case, then you should be careful not to reveal your secrets."

Jiang Fan smiled and nodded.

Xu Jinghai continued to persuade Feng Gang: "Mr. Feng, in my opinion, you should continue to let Jiang Fan be the security guard!"

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to explain to you, I have officially hired Jiang Fan as the cultural relic restorer of our auction house."

"Jiang Fan, there are still important matters waiting for me to deal with at our auction house, so hurry up and follow me."

Feng Gang dragged Jiang Fan away in a hurry, leaving Xu Jinghai standing there with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Feng Gang took Jiang Fan all the way to the auction house. There were many antiques on the table, and other cultural relic restoration personnel had already started work.

Feng Gang pointed out a vase from the Ming Dynasty to Jiang Fan.

"You just came here, let's start with this blue and white porcelain. Remember, the work of restoring cultural relics must be careful and meticulous. The most taboo thing is to damage cultural relics. If the cultural relics are damaged, we restorers will also have to bear certain responsibilities. Today It’s just a matter of getting this repair done.”

However, the other restorers were quite critical of Jiang Fan.

"Mr. Feng, this blue and white porcelain is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars anyway, so it's not appropriate for you to hand it over to a security guard so safely?"

Feng Gang said indifferently: "Don't forget the green hairpin that was sent in the morning, the thing that you people can't do anything about, it was repaired by Mr. Jiang Fan!"

A restorer snorted coldly and was very disdainful to Jiang Fan: "Didn't he just happen to get the right bottle of reagent? It's just a piece of shit luck. If he really has the ability to restore cultural relics, why would he come to our auction house to do a small job?" Little security guard?"

Jiang Fan ignored those people, but took a fancy to the blue and white porcelain in his hand.

For such a small thing, Jiang Fan can finish it in 10 minutes, but Feng Gang gave him a whole day.

But Jiang Fan also knew that if he restored the cultural relics too quickly, he might be assigned more work, and there would be no peace.

So Jiang Fan fiddled with it slowly, but at such a speed, it was much faster than other cultural relic restorers.

"How does this new guy do things so fast?"

"He's just a shabby security guard. I really don't know what Master Feng is thinking. He actually recruited a security guard to do cultural relic restoration work. Doesn't this clearly waste antiques!"

"The blue and white porcelain in his hand is worth hundreds of thousands. Look at him, how can he be so heavy-handed and use reagents indiscriminately? Those who don't know think he is doing chemical experiments!"

Several cultural relic restorers around pointed at Jiang Fan, looking down on Jiang Fan as a security guard.

But when Jiang Fan slowly finished repairing a blue and white porcelain.

"Hey, with such a quick move, he wouldn't think that restoration of cultural relics is just a brush to dust off the blue and white porcelain?"

Some people saw Jiang Fan's repaired product with sharp eyes.

"Who said that! Take a closer look, he has repaired it very well!"

"This blue-and-white porcelain is Ming Dynasty porcelain after all. It has been stored for so many years, and the color will be somewhat dull. How did the security guard make the blue-and-white porcelain as bright and clean as before?"

"Yeah, that blue and white porcelain originally had a missing corner, and the fragments of the missing corner could not be found for a long time, but this security guard was able to fill up the missing corner! And the seam is as perfect as ever, and it is impossible to tell that a corner is missing. porcelain!"

"Whenever a security guard does cultural relics restoration, he will be better than us old men. It's a shame to throw home!"

The blue and white porcelain that several restorers were talking about, suddenly a worker from the auction came in and hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Feng, a man came outside and brought a picture of Feihong walking on the snow!"

Feng Gang was taken aback: "What? The picture of Feihong stepping on the snow! This is Xu Beihong's work. Any painting by Xu Beihong can be auctioned for several million or even tens of millions. There are Xu Beihong's paintings hanging in the National Museum. Hurry up and bring him in! "

The picture of Feihong stepping on the snow?
Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows, he seemed to have a little impression of this thing.

A middle-aged man in his 30s came to the inner room of the auction house.

"My name is Wu Feng, and this painting of Feihong stepping on the snow is my family heirloom. My great-grandfather met Xu Beihong a few times back then, so Xu Beihong gave me this painting."

"Now that our family is in trouble, we owe a lot of debt. If it weren't for the failure in the workplace, I would definitely not take out my family heirloom. I only hope that the auction will help me auction this picture of Feihong on the Snow for a high price."

"Mr. Wu, don't worry, you should understand the rules of the auction house. We need to verify the authenticity of this painting first."

Wu Feng unfolded the scroll with confidence.

A horse came riding on the snow, with vigorous brushwork, quite like Xu Beihong's painting style, with Xu Beihong's private seal attached in the upper right corner, the scroll is slightly yellowed, and it looks a little old.

A restorer said: "Mr. Feng, I think this picture of Feihong walking on the snow seems to be the real work of Xu Beihong!"

Wu Feng showed a triumphant look.

"It's hard to say now. After all, the picture of Feihong treading snow has been lost for a long time. Although this painting does have the style of Xu Beihong, and the small characters on the signature also look like Xu Beihong's handwriting, but further judgment is needed."

Feng Gang was actually a little uncertain in his heart, and it was difficult to judge the authenticity for a while.

He suddenly thought of Jiang Fan who had repaired some green hairpins before, so he turned his head and asked, "What does Mr. Jiang think of this painting?"

In the end, Jiang Fan didn't lift his head, didn't bother to look at the painting, and made a judgment directly.

"fake."

Wu Feng was a little angry, and shouted: "This is my family heirloom, left by my great-grandfather's generation! My great-grandfather and Xu Beihong are best friends, why do you open your mouth and say this painting is fake?"

Jiang Fan shrugged.

Why do you say this painting is fake?

Of course, that's because Jiang Fan's father's study hangs a real one.

(End of this chapter)