Repairer

  Chapter 40 Warehouse

  Jing Shizhen opened the door to do business, so naturally she couldn't drive customers out.

   Moreover, Zhao Zhengshan can be considered a big client. Although he doesn't work in a family business, it is still very easy to spend tens of millions.

   "Okay, Uncle Jing, today I will be stabbed by you!"

  Zhao Zhengshan joked with a smile, but he really rarely buys antiques in Jingxintang.

   Firstly, the antiques in Jingxin Hall are really expensive, and secondly, Zhao Zhengshan still prefers to pick up leaks in the antique market. Of course, the probability of drilling holes is higher than picking up leaks.

  However, today I bought my father a birthday present, and this money cannot be saved. Zhao Zhengshan sent his daughter to school this time because he also planned to buy something good from Jingxintang.

   "Then let's go."

  Jing Shizhen greeted Zhao Zhengshan, turned around and walked to the inner room.

   "Uncle Jing, I... can I follow along to learn more?"

  Su Xiaofan's weak voice sounded.

  The warehouse of Jingxin Hall is not something that ordinary people can see. Even if Zheng Dagang was with him in Luochuan last time, Su Xiaofan and the others could not enter the inner room where the safe is kept.

   "You want to go in too?"

  Jing Shizhen turned around, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, but you also have to buy something. Let me see if you can find something from me, kid."

   "Uncle Jing, I'm poor." Su Xiaofan grimaced, "I can't compare with Uncle Zhao, you can't make me and Uncle Zhao the same standard."

   "You poor fart, today I earned more than 10 million from me, how dare you say you are poor?"

  Hearing Su Xiaofan's words, Jing Shizhen became angry immediately, "I'll give you a discount, you don't need to buy 10 million items, but you must also buy something in the warehouse!"

   These days, people who are doing big business may not be able to come up with more than 10 million in cash. Su Xiaofan, with so much money lying in his account, is still crying poor in front of himself.

   "Hey, that's right, buddy is rich now."

  Su Xiaofan scratched his head, the main reason was that the money came too fast, and it was all in the bank, so Su Xiaofan couldn't change his mind for a while.

   Besides, Jingxintang's warehouse may not be full of antiques worth tens of millions, and there must be cheap ones. With my current financial resources, it's not a big deal to buy something worth hundreds of thousands.

   "Okay, Uncle Jing, then I'll buy one too!"

  Thinking about the more than 10 million in the account, Su Xiaofan suddenly felt that his waist was much thicker.

   "Old Liu, look outside."

   Jing Shizhen greeted shopkeeper Liu, and led Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan into the inner room.

  Su Xiaofan originally thought that the inner room was just a room, and there was a safe inside.

  But after entering, Su Xiaofan discovered that there was a corridor inside, passing through the corridor, there was a small courtyard at the back, and there were several rooms around the small courtyard.

  Jing Shizhen pushed open the door of a room, and pressed it somewhere. The wall facing the room suddenly moved away to the two sides, but an elevator door was exposed.

   "The warehouse is underground, and it was rebuilt from the basement at that time."

  Jing Shizhen pressed the elevator, and Su Xiaofan discovered that the elevator required fingerprint recognition, and Jing Shizhen seemed to have scanned his iris, so that the elevator could open.

   Now Su Xiaofan understood why Jing Shizhen didn't want to bring them to the warehouse.

  This place is really too secretive. Bringing one more person in means that one more person knows the secret of Jingxin Hall.

  Jing Shizhen brought the two of them in, it was a great honor to Zhao Zhengshan and Su Xiaofan, and it was also a kind of trust in them.

   Take the elevator to the basement, and there is a door similar to a bank safe.

   Neither Su Xiaofan nor Zhao Zhengshan stepped forward, they turned around consciously, and waited until Jing Shizhen greeted them before turning and walking over.

   "There are no more than five outsiders who have come to my place."

  Jing Shizhen said: "Zhengshan, your father counts as one. He entered the warehouse once more than 20 years ago."

   "Uncle Jing, you opened a store here more than twenty years ago?" Su Xiaofan was stunned when he heard this, and it was fingerprints and irises. Has it been so high-tech before?

   "I bought this house more than 20 years ago. The front door was renovated later, but the warehouse has always been there."

  Jing Shizhen briefly introduced to the two of them. In the past, there was no elevator in the warehouse. You had to go down the stairs. The elevator was built in recent years.

   After entering the warehouse, Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan discovered that the underground space is very large. The room at the entrance alone has more than 30 square meters. It is filled with antique shelves, and each antique shelf is filled with various objects.

   "My place is divided into three rooms. This one is filled with porcelain, the one on the right is filled with calligraphy and paintings, and the other one is used for miscellaneous items. What do you think?"

  Due to the placement of different antiques, different storage conditions are required, such as the temperature and air humidity for preserving calligraphy, painting and porcelain, which are all different.

  So the basement of Jingxin Hall is also divided into different spaces. In Jing Shizhen's words, tens of millions of dollars have been spent on the renovation of this basement alone, and some of the constant temperature equipment are worth millions.

   "I look at calligraphy and painting, Uncle Jing, do you have calligraphy and painting suitable for the birthday?" Zhao Zhengshan had already thought about buying a pair of calligraphy and painting as his father's birthday gift before he came.

   "What a coincidence, I received a picture of "Wanfu Coming to the Court" by the old man Daqian some time ago, do you want to take a look?"

  Jing Shizhen laughed when he heard the words. In fact, when Zhao Zhengshan said that he wanted to buy a birthday present for his father, he thought of this painting.

   "Isn't "Wan Fu Lai Chao Tu" the work of Chen Mei in the Qing Dynasty? Why is it the old man Daqian?"

  Zhao Zhengshan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. He has a deep knowledge of calligraphy and painting research. As soon as Jing Shizhen mentioned the name of the painting, Zhao Zhengshan felt that something was wrong.

   Moreover, "Wanfu Coming to the Court Picture" is too famous. It is a picture of birthday celebration given to the emperor by the court painter Chen Mei of the Qing Dynasty.

   "Have you forgotten what old man Daqian is best at?" Jing Shizhen had a smile on her face, as if she had thought of something interesting.

   "Hey, I almost forgot, this drawing is great."

  Zhao Zhengshan's eyes lit up, and he said hastily: "Uncle Jing, show me quickly, if it's suitable, I'll take this one."

  If you were an outsider, you might not understand the conversation between Jing Shizhen and Zhao Zhengshan, but Su Xiaofan understood it.

  When Daqian was young, he liked to copy calligraphy and paintings of famous people the most. After copying, he sold them as real paintings.

  The old man Daqian was not very well-known at that time, so selling calligraphy and paintings of famous people was naturally worth more than selling his own paintings. For a long time, there were many calligraphy and paintings copied by him in the market.

  After Daqian himself became famous, his copying of famous calligraphy and paintings became a good story, and the prices of the calligraphy and paintings he copied rose instead of falling, making it hard to find in the market.

  Take the picture "Wan Fu Lai Chao Tu" copied by the old man Daqian as an example, I am afraid that the price Jing Shizhen will offer will exceed the price of Chen Mei's original work.

  Following the two of them, Su Xiaofan also entered the room where the calligraphy and paintings are stored. This room is much drier than the one outside, obviously the air treatment has been done for the preservation of the calligraphy and paintings.

   "Xiao Su, don't you go around by yourself?" Jing Shizhen looked back at Su Xiaofan.

   "I'll follow Uncle Zhao first, and wait until he finishes buying."

  Su Xiaofan said, some antiques and miscellaneous objects are very small in size, he didn't expect something unclear to happen.

"You think too much."

  Uncle Jing is an old man, so he couldn't see what Su Xiaofan was thinking. He pointed up and said, "There are three rooms with more than thirty cameras, and there are no dead spots. Even a fly can't hide."

"It really is."

  Su Xiaofan couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, he had been setting up a street stall in the antique market for a long time, and he was usually afraid that people would walk away with his things, but he forgot where it was.

  But since he came in, Su Xiaofan didn't quit, he also wanted to see the authentic handwriting of that old man.

  The painting was not hung up, but rolled up for storage. After Jing Shizhen took out the scroll, he slowly spread it out on a table in the room.

   "The original of this painting has been collected in the New Palace Museum, but there are still three copies of Daqian's works on the market, and here is one of them."

   After Uncle Jing spread out the painting, he stepped aside and asked Zhao Zhengshan to observe.

  Su Xiaofan also went up to look at it for a while, but he didn't know much about calligraphy and painting, he only saw the calligraphy and various seals on the calligraphy and painting, which should be made by the old man Daqian.

  Su Xiaofan can only lament that fake paintings are more expensive than real ones, and old man Daqian has reached the pinnacle in this business.

   "Uncle Jing, I want this painting, please give me a price."

   After more than ten minutes, Zhao Zhengshan looked away from the painting.

   "Zhengshan, you also know that as long as the words of the old man Daqian are put up for auction, the price will basically exceed 100 million."

  Jing Shizhen thought for a while, and said, "There are three of this painting on the market, so I will lower the price for you, 80 million, what do you think?"

   "Eighty million?" Su Xiaofan next to him couldn't help shouting, he knew that the price of calligraphy and paintings of the old man Daqian was quite high, but this figure was still beyond his understanding.

   "Xiao Su, 80 million yuan is actually not expensive. This painting is considered a masterpiece among the fakes copied by the old man."

  Zhao Zhengshan hesitated for a while, and said: "Uncle Jing, I want this painting, but you have to give me a few days to raise funds. I don't have enough money right now."

  Zhao Zhengshan does not work in the family business. Although the dividends he has received over the years are far more than 80 million, many of them have been dispersed and invested, but there is not so much cash.

   "No problem, you can take the painting away first, and the money will be sent within a month."

   When dealing with high-quality customers like Zhao Zhengshan, Jing Shizhen was naturally very talkative, so she immediately rolled up the painting and put it in a wooden box that smelled of sandalwood.

   "Uncle Zhao, 80 million, you just bought it?"

  Su Xiaofan, who felt that his waist was much thicker just now, was stunned to see that the transaction of nearly 100 million was completed in just a few words, which made him feel unreal.

   "Calligraphy and painting are value-preserving, and there is a lot of room for appreciation. They are also an investment in themselves. Why can't they be bought?"

  Zhao Zhengshan mentioned a few words to Su Xiaofan. In his opinion, it may not be a good thing that Su Xiaofan's net worth suddenly increased by more than 10 million. It is better to invest in antiques.

   "I don't have your courage."

  Su Xiaofan shook his head with a wry smile, this calligraphy and painting can't be eaten, isn't it delicious with more than 10 million cash lying in the account?

  (end of this chapter)