Rebirth: 1977

Yan Yanmin knew that he could not retain Yin Tianshui.

I also understand that it would be unfair to confine him to a research laboratory of ancient Chinese language and ancient culture.

He suppressed his regret and asked seriously:

"Is there really a way for you to collect more calligraphy and paintings of famous people?"

Yin Tian Shuiyun replied calmly:

“Not only calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, but also jewelry and antiques, I can also help you collect them.

To fund your research, you must apply for a grant from above.

When others contribute their favorite things to research, they must be paid a lot of money.

In addition, the safety of the teacher’s laboratory must also be ensured.

If something is faked and mistaken for the real thing, if you can't afford to apologize and don't tell the truth, the teacher's reputation will be seriously damaged! "

They are all his own things, and he has to pay for them to be appraised by others.

He didn't mind letting Professor Yan earn.

No, it was his research laboratory that made the money.

The problem is, he doesn't want others to know where those things come from!

Any antique calligraphy and painting that will be auctioned in the future will need an appraisal certificate from a professional organization!

The appraisal certificate signed and sealed by Qingda Yanmin will be the most authoritative in future auction houses and private transactions!

“Also, a reasonable price must be determined for the appraisal certificate issued by the teacher.

The teacher's laboratory can't work for free!

From now on, the brothers and teachers will work overtime, but they will have to be given bonuses to stay motivated. "

It was Yin Tianshui who was talking.

He understood that even if he knew the authenticity of something, an authoritative identification certificate was necessary.

At this time, the strict people have not yet realized that in the near future, the market economy will dominate everything!

There is another painting on the sailor of Yin Tian. In the painting, a Hu man rides a white horse and leads a black horse.

Now he is learning and applying it now, and knows that this is a picture of horse herding by another painter in the Tang Dynasty!

Yin Tianshui no longer doubts that the thing in his hand is fake.

He bought a camera and took pictures of the two paintings.

I found a photo studio to develop it and put it in Shichahai's room.

Today, he made an appointment with Sang Nianzhong to invite 'Mr. Zhai' to come and meet.

"Mr. Sang, Mr. Zhai and I need to talk alone. Please stay away until then."

Yin Tianshui politely discussed with Sang Nianzhong.

"Hey, you have the nerve to say such things? This is Mr. Sang's home!"

Before Sang Nianzhong could speak, A Chou retorted with disgust.

"Oh? If Mr. Sang thinks so too, I wouldn't mind asking Mr. Zhai to talk somewhere else."

Yin Tianshui looked at Sang Nianzhong calmly.

"Mr. Zhai is not Mr. Sang's subordinate. If there is business for him, I believe he will not refuse."

Sang Nianzhong glared at A Chou fiercely and scolded:

"When did it become your turn to make the decision here?

Apologize to Mr. Yin! "

Ho ho ho...

Sang Nianzhong is truly a representative of the saying, "Those who know the current affairs are heroes."

Look, his name for Yin Tianshui has changed again.

Ah Chou hummed unconvinced, and under Sang Nianzhong's pressure, he reluctantly whispered:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yin."

Yin Tianshui glanced at him coldly and looked at Sang Nianzhong with a smile:

"I almost forgot an important thing. This time when I went home, my elders asked me to look for ten more houses of about [-] square meters each.

It doesn’t have to be a courtyard house, the condition is that it is close to the root of the imperial city. "

He handed a [-]-gram gold stick to Sang Nianzhong:

“Old rule, this is the deposit.

The house is ideal, the elders are satisfied, and the commission can be increased.

At that time, Mr. Laosang will also have to worry about the decoration of the house and the purchase of furniture. "

"what?"

A Chou couldn't help opening his mouth and blurted out:

"Are you real or fake?"

Sang Nianzhong, who had always shown himself to be self-possessed and mature, could no longer control himself, and he looked surprised.

His white hair is windless and automatic.

If Yin Tianshui hadn't known that hair dyeing was not popular yet, he would have suspected that Sang Nianzhong's hair was fake.

Sang Nian held the gold bar in his hand and looked at it over and over.

"Why does Mr. Yin's family need so many houses?

Are there many people at home?

Are you about to be transferred to the capital to take up a post? "

Yin Tianshui shook his head slightly, smiled lightly and said:

"Family matters are not something I can discuss casually outside. As for the authenticity of the gold, Mr. Zhai will be here soon and let him authenticate it. Don't worry, everyone."

"That's not the case. We have cooperated so many times and Mr. Yin has made generous purchases. How could he suspect you of giving fake goods?

I'm just very curious about this object and can't help but look at it more. "

Sang Nianzhong explained seriously.

He can be regarded as a half-born man. Under the guidance of Mr. Zhai, he can already distinguish simple ancient objects.

He could see the fineness of the gold at a glance.

"When Mr. Zhai comes later, I will go out for something.

Here, I will leave it to Mr. Yin to guard me for a while.

A Chou is standing guard outside the door. If you have anything to do, just ask him to do it. "

Mr. Zhai's body seemed to be weaker than what Yin Tianshui had seen for the first time.

His grandson Zhai Chengcheng helped him in.

"Hey, Mr. Sang isn't here?

Why are you here alone? "

Zhai Chengji was deeply impressed by Yin Tianshui and asked curiously when he saw him.

Yin Tianshui went up to take Mr. Zhai's hand and placed him on a large chair.

"Hello Mr. Zhai, I have something to do today and Mr. Tosang contacted you.

My name is Yin Tianshui.

We've met here once. "

Mr. Zhai nodded:

"Young man, I remember you.

I don’t know why you are looking for me? "

Mr. Zhai asked calmly.

A person like Yin Tianshui who has outstanding appearance and is more steady and humble than his peers will never forget him once he sees him.

Yin Tianshui closed the door without saying much, put the scroll on the table from his side, and slowly opened it.

Mouth explained:

"I have a painting here, and I know that Mr. Zhai is a famous figure in the industry.

I specifically invite you to help me copy one.

I will definitely thank you! "

As Yin Tianshui slowly unfolded the painting, Mr. Zhai's eyes were already attracted.

His face was solemn.

His body trembled and he stood up slightly.

He reached out to his grandson and said:

"Give me the magnifying glass and the tools I need!"

Zhai Chengcheng has also started his apprenticeship, and he can see some clues about Yin Tianshui's paintings.

He was even more excited than the old man.

"Grandpa, sit down, let me take a look first."

"No, I have to see this painting for myself!"

Zhai Chengcheng did not insist anymore, and stood beside him to support the old man, staring at the painting closely, observing with concentration.

Half an hour passed, and another half hour passed, and Mr. Zhai fell down in his chair.

Yin Tianshui quickly handed over the cold tea and said warmly:

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhai. Please have some tea."

Seeing that his face was still sweating slightly, he took out his handkerchief and handed it over:

"Wipe off your sweat."

"Little brother, where did you find this painting? Can you honestly tell me, this old immortal?"

Mr. Zhai looked very excited and looked at Yin Tianshui and asked.

"Sorry, no comment."

Yin Tianshui replied with a smile.

"Oh, it's me who should be sorry. I shouldn't have asked in the first place."

Mr. Zhai calmed down a lot and explained to Yin Tianshui:

"This painting has been missing for more than half a century. I saw it once when I was a child at my father's house.

After that, I never saw or heard anyone mention it again. "

The old man fell into memories for a moment.

"This painting is authentic."

Yin Tianshui said it was natural.

“It’s an authentic work, it’s definitely an authentic work!

‘Herding Horses’ by Han Gan of the Tang Dynasty!

I didn’t expect it to be so well-preserved, so lucky!

Hahahaha...Gah! "

The excited Mr. Zhai was choked with phlegm.

Yin Tianshui was frightened when he saw it.

Zhai Chengjie patted him skillfully for a while, and the old man spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and his breathing gradually became smoother.

After settling down, Zhai Chengji also finished reading the painting. He asked Yin Tianshui doubtfully:

"You said you want my grandpa to copy it?

If you have a real painting in your hand, why should you copy it? "

Zhai Chengjie asked confused.

"Hohoho."

Yin Tianshui smiled:

“Only if we have real paintings can we copy them, so why not?

In other words, I want to hang this painting in the living room of my home openly.

But there are too many concerns about hanging real paintings. What if it gets ruined?

It is said that the paintings copied by Mr. Zhai are difficult for ordinary people to distinguish between true and false. This is good, as it fulfills my wish.

Real paintings can still be preserved intact. "