Rebirth: I am a first-line antique dealer

When Ding Mao returned to the car again, his father had also returned and was gathering the things in the car.

"We talked so fast! How did you harvest it?"

Ding Xian then raised his head and found that his son was back. He said with a smile: "I took it back. I was just about to call you when you came back! Just in time, take a look at these!"

Hearing this, Ding Mao jumped onto the carriage and watched his father unwrap the bedding he had just wrapped. He was instantly overjoyed by what was inside. He quickly took out the flashlight in his pocket and went up to take a closer look.

Sure enough, just as he had guessed, it was the four hanging screens of porcelain plates with fish and algae patterns created by Deng Bishan.

Ding Mao never expected to receive Deng Bishan's masterpieces here, and he couldn't help but feel glad that he didn't stop his father.

Deng Bishan, named Pihuan, nicknamed Tiejianzi, one of the Eight Friends of Zhushan, with the hall name Qingchuang Reading Building, was born in Yugan County, Jiangxi Province, and was a scholar in the late Qing Dynasty. After the abolition of the imperial examination, he engaged in teaching, and later taught at Jingdezhen Porcelain School. He writes porcelain calligraphy while practicing fish and algae painting skills. He is a famous porcelain art master.

In his early days, he mainly painted landscapes, and later painted portraits on porcelain plates. He was the founder of porcelain portraiture, and was the first to try to draw portraits using nine-square grids woven from horsetails. He once won the first prize in the National Arts and Crafts Exhibition.

After he was about 40 years old, he specialized in pastel fish and algae, and started his own family. He had profound literary and artistic accomplishments, and was good at poetry, calligraphy and painting. Wang Qi's early porcelain sculpture painting was taught by him, and he held the discipleship ceremony and learned calligraphy and poetry from him.

The design and color of his fish and insects were influenced by Oriental paintings, his brushwork and composition were deeply influenced by Song Dynasty paintings, and his early flowers and birds were influenced by the Lingnan School of Painting, which shows his diligent pursuit and pioneering spirit.

He uses a composition method for painting fish and algae patterns. He is accustomed to painting fish first and then filling in the blanks with algae. The position and size are arranged very carefully. Two or three fish swim leisurely among a few algae, making the painting full of life.

He is also very skilled in the painting of fish scales. Whether it is the density arrangement or the relationship between light and dark, he handles it down to the smallest detail, paying great attention to the reflection of realism in the details of the picture.

There are not many of his works handed down from generation to generation, most of them are pastel fish and algae porcelain plate paintings, and there are also a small number of paintings of study utensils. Therefore, his works are extremely precious and have extremely high collection value. They are definitely rare but not sought after.

Ding Mao saw that there was nothing wrong with the painting, the style, the luster of the porcelain plate, the texture of the frame, the exquisiteness of the text, the signature and seal, etc. When he looked at its size, he could not contain his excitement and joy.

After getting up, he kissed his father hard on the face and said, "Dad, you are so great. Let's put this away and prepare it for permanent collection!"

The father was stunned by his move. Seeing his son so excited, he felt more comfortable, knowing that he had received something good!

"When I saw the simple and elegant painting, I guess it's not bad. I feel relieved to see you so happy! Look at this again!"

As he spoke, Ding Xian opened another small box that Ding Mao had made before. Inside was a brush washer, and it was also the work of Deng Bishan.

Ding Mao was a little stunned and asked in disbelief: "Are these all from that Jiu Mengzi family?"

Ding Xian smiled and nodded: "I heard from his family that the older generation seems to be quite powerful. Not only these two, but the silver dollars alone are more than 200 yuan. I put it in the car. You can take a look later!"

Ding Mao couldn't help but sigh, no matter how good his ancestors were, they couldn't resist the prodigal behavior of their descendants!

After carefully wrapping these two items, the father and son drove to the next town.

Ding Mao looked at the oceans on the way, and there was nothing wrong with them. They were all goods that opened the door stupidly.

"By the way, Xiaomao, what were you doing when I went to receive the goods?"

Ding Mao chuckled and took out the two white jade "Galaha" and the golden Buddha.

"The man with some intellectual problems came to me to get these things, but I had less than 5000 yuan left in my pocket, so I gave them all to him. Xunsi asked him to come back and get some more, but he just ran away!"

Ding Mao shook his head helplessly.

While driving, Ding Xian took the Buddha statue and felt its weight. He quickly picked it up and looked at it.

"Ouch! This is pure gold!"

Ding Mao nodded and said: "Yes! Although I don't know much about Buddha statues, I can roughly guess that it is more likely to be from the Liao Dynasty. If I gave the money to the Qing Dynasty, it would be okay, but if It’s really from the Liao Dynasty, so I should give it less!”

Ding Xian could hear that his son was a little entangled in his heart, so he said: "Receiving goods makes money, how can we receive goods if we don't make money? Besides, we have to reduce risks. You can't see the year well, so how do you know that the payment is less? Don't think too much about it. , since you and I are destined, then accept it with peace of mind!"

Under his father's guidance, Ding Mao felt much better, and the two drove to the town quickly.

After seeing the layout of the guest house, Ding Mao insisted on spending the night in the car. Ding Xian knew that he was worried about the cash and goods in the car. After trying to persuade him several times to no avail, he stopped forcing him.

At night, Ding Mao was sleeping soundly when he felt the car door seem to be opened, and then a gust of cool wind blew on his face. He felt light and his perception was amazing.

Sitting up in excitement, he happened to see a sly-looking person lying on the backrest of the driver's seat, tiptoeing open the zipper of the backpack a short opening, before he could get the contents of the bag.

Their eyes met, and the frightened thief quickly put down his backpack, turned around, got out of the car, and ran away.

Because the incident happened suddenly, neither of them noticed that the moment the thief turned around, something slipped out of his pocket, fell under the driver's seat, and slipped near the accelerator pedal.

Ding Mao was afraid that a gang was committing the crime, so he did not rush to chase him. Instead, he quickly checked whether there were any missing items in the car.

After carefully checking, I found that there were no missing things and belongings. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and then I got out of the car in a hurry, locked all the doors, and disappeared into the darkness.

Ten minutes later, another dark figure appeared where Ding Mao and the others were parking. After looking around for no one, he took out a special steel wire from his trouser pocket and carefully raised the car door.

However, at this moment, Heiying's shoulder was clasped by a hand, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. However, he reacted quickly. He lowered his head and got rid of the hand that clasped his shoulder as smoothly as a loach. Turn around and run!

However, as soon as he took one foot out, he was knocked down by a stumbling block. Before he could get up, he was kicked hard in the stomach, causing his body to curl up uncontrollably.

The person who took action was none other than Ding Mao. He did not go far, but pretended to turn around and then lurked in the darkness at night.

The thief who was brought down by him was also the same one from before. When he opened the zipper of his backpack, he discovered that it was all cash, and before he took action, he could tell from the license plate that it was cash. It’s a car from outside Taiwan, so I chose Ding Mao’s car to start with.

As a habitual thief, he found out how he could let go of so much cash so easily. His greedy nature made him not run away. Instead, he circled around and quietly returned here, and happened to see the person getting out of the car and disappearing into the darkness. Ding Mao.

After waiting for a few minutes to confirm that he could chase him far away, and carefully observing that there was no figure around him, he decided to take action again!

But he never expected that Ding Mao had not gone far, but had been observing the situation here in the dark.

It was too easy to deceive him with Ding Mao's skills. Even when he walked next to him who was already on high alert, he didn't even notice.

And this thief was also greedy. He didn't even think about how Ding Mao could abandon the car with so much cash in the car and risk being pried away by his "associates" again to chase him.

Ding Mao walked towards the thief slowly without saying a word, and kicked him out as soon as he got up.

What was extremely unfortunate was that the thief flew out and landed on a hard stone. The thorn-like pain was far worse than the second kick on his stomach.

With an ouch, he jumped up in an instant, picked up the stone on the ground and threw it in the direction of Ding Mao.

Maybe it was because he threw it out in a panic, but the thief's accuracy was not good, and the direction of the stone deviated from Ding Mao from the moment he took action.

But it was precisely because of this that Ding Mao, who didn't need to care about this stone, had to care about it.

Because the direction the stone flew out was from the rear compartment of the car. Although all the porcelain on it was packed in boxes, if one piece was smashed, especially Deng Bishan's two pieces, the gain would definitely outweigh the loss.

Therefore, he could only rush to pick it up. It was this delay that allowed the thief to seize the opportunity and run away quickly.

The stone was caught, but Ding Mao was not in a good mood, and his face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water!

It was impossible to chase him, and he could only watch helplessly as the thief he was supposed to catch disappeared into the darkness again.

Nothing happened again overnight, but Ding Mao did not have a good rest. In the early morning of the next day, the father and son set off again.

However, when they reached a downhill position, the items left by the thief in the car were placed on Ding Xian's feet, making him aware of it. He quickly pulled over, parked the car, and picked it up.

"Hey, why is there a jade snuff bottle here? Did you drop it?"