Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

  Chapter 121 Dong Qichang's regular script?

  Wu’s jewelry preview was very successful, and many customers placed orders on the spot. Of course, some styles are limited in quantity, such as the imperial green jadeite, which only has one or two places each year. According to Niu Sanpang, there are several grades in the imperial green, and the best imperial green bracelet costs about 10 million yuan.

  He has nothing to do with jade, so he just listened to it casually.

  Niu Sanpang also ordered a piece of jewelry, worth 1.08 million. You can tell from the smile on Xu Jiaxin's face that it was made for her.

   "Young Master Li, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

   "Tomorrow has an appointment, and tomorrow you should pay attention to the news. It is about the content of the press conference of "Picture of Emperors of Past Dynasties".

"Since you have arrangements, I will take you to another place next time. Last time, didn't you ask me to find out who has decades of wine in their hands? A friend of mine really found out. I heard that the family's The wine storage is full of a cellar, and the Maotai-flavored wine with the longest storage time is 50 or 60 years old.”

   "It's been so long, so it should be quite expensive?" Chen Feng asked in surprise.

   "I'm not very clear about this. The longest wine collection is worth a few thousand, or tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands. Rare things are more expensive, and it's normal to be more expensive."

   "I don't have time this time. If I come to Kyoto next time, I will tell you in advance, and I will take a look at it when I have time."

  The next day Li Mo got up early, and today he made an appointment to visit the old man in the Qin family compound, and when he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he saw Chen Xiaojun waiting there.

   "Little Martial Uncle."

   "You called me earlier and told me to talk to me about something important. What is it?"

  Chen Xiaojun scratched his head and hesitated before saying: "Little uncle, I am going to leave the Qin family compound, is there any shortage of people in your company?"

   "That's it, you can just talk to your sister-in-law directly. But it's doing well here, why do you suddenly want to leave?"

   "I just feel that I am still young, and I shouldn't waste the best time in the Qin family compound, so I want to do things with you and learn more."

   "Let your sister-in-law make the arrangements first, and you can decide what to do. I will return to Shanghai tomorrow. If there is nothing else, I may not come to Kyoto until school starts at the end of August."

   "Thank you, little uncle."

   "Thank you, we are all a family. By the way, last time I heard from my brother that you had a girlfriend in Kyoto. What kind of model do you do?"

Chen Xiaojun's face turned red rarely, and he said with a naive smile: "I'm a graphic model. Once it was my turn to rest and not be on duty at night, so I went out for a walk alone, and then someone gave her a dirty hand. I I saved her. Later, I often texted and chatted, and we became acquainted after going back and forth, but we haven’t developed to the stage of boyfriend and girlfriend.”

   "If the other party is good, you should step up."

   "Little uncle, he looks so beautiful, and he graduated from college, and I'm just a soldier with no skills. I'm worried that people will look down on me, and just treat me as an ordinary friend."

"Even you look down on yourself, and you can expect other girls to look at you high. My parents often tell me that carrots and vegetables have their own preferences. How can you conclude that others are right without trying?" You don't mean that."

   "Little uncle, you seem to understand."

   Li Mo coughed a few times and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He knows what a fart, and he hasn't been in a serious relationship yet.

  Even if there is a first love, it is also a secret love.

   "That's what's written in the books."

   Walking to the gate of the Qin family compound, Chen Xiaojun reminded in a low voice: "Miss Si Rui's parents are still grounded in the compound, and when you see them, try to leave as much as possible."

   "I know it."

  Li Mo walked into the gate with a small bag on his shoulders, and a nanny led him into the second courtyard.

   "Mr. Qin is writing in the study, and I will tell you to take it with you when you arrive."

  In the study room, Mr. Qin is splashing ink on a landscape painting. He is not only proficient in Song Huizong's thin gold body, but also has a deep skill in ink painting, but his ink paintings are all self-appreciated.

  There are two old men on the leisure sofa who are drinking tea leisurely. Li Mo recognized them as soon as he entered the study room. One is Mr. Li, and the other is Grandpa Shi.

   "Xiaomo, I'm waiting for you to taste tea together. Old man Qin is hiding the best Tieguanyin."

  Old Shi waved at Li Mo and asked him to come over for tea.

  Master Li also had a smile on his face, but his eyes kept examining Li Mo.

   "Hi, old men."

   Li Mo saluted and sat down. A cup of tea had already been poured in front of him, and the rich tea fragrance wafted out. It was the best Tieguanyin.

   "Xiao Mo, this tea is not for nothing, and I will need your golden eyes to contribute later."

   "Grandpa Shi, if you say that, should I drink this cup of tea or not?" Li Mo held a cup of tea in midair, with a wry smile on his face.

"drink."

  Li Mo took a sip, and his brows stretched: "Good tea."

  Mr. Qin put down his brush and came over with a smile and said, "Even if you drink too much tea, it's boring. Mr. Li, hasn't the picture you mentioned delivered yet?"

   "Jiayu brought it here by car, so the time should be up soon. Mr. Qin, why are you in a hurry, it will definitely open your eyes later."

   "Last time, Xiaomo found an authentic copy of Zhu Zhishan Kuangcao's "Humble Room Inscription" in Liulichang. I didn't see much of it. Can your writing still shock me?"

  Grandpa Shi put down his teacup and said in surprise, "Is it the real work of Zhu Zhishan, the No. 1 crazy grass in Ming Dynasty?"

   "Haha, I remember that Mr. Shi also has an authentic copy of Zhu Zhishan Kuangcao in his hand. That's why I said that Xiaomo is also excellent in calligraphy and painting appraisal."

   "Mr. Li, who wrote that picture in your collection? It's almost delivered, and you still refuse to reveal anything."

  Old Li leaned back and said proudly, "It's Dong Qichang's regular script "Mr. Dongfang's Praise Monument."

   "What, Dong Qichang's regular script? I really didn't expect you to be able to collect his masterpiece."

   Master Qin’s favorite things in his life are porcelain, calligraphy and painting, but there is really no such thing as Dong Qichang in his collection.

  Furthermore, Dong Qichang handed down mainly running script and cursive script, with very few regular scripts. So I heard Mr. Li said that he had collected an authentic regular script of Dong Qichang, which made Mr. Qin very envious.

   "Grandpa, the word you want has arrived."

  Li Jiayu ran into the study out of breath, holding a calligraphy in his hand.

   "Come on, spread it on the book."

  Master Qin cleaned up the table in twos and twos, and wiped it again with a dry towel without worrying about it. Dong Qichang's authentic work is not cheap, it will definitely not be less than 100 million.

   "Jiayu, open it carefully, and let your grandpa Qin hold your eyes."

   "Yes, Grandpa."

   "Little Mo, please come and appreciate it. Dong Qichang's handed down regular script is rare. The main reason is that 'regular script is not easy to make'. He believes that if the writing is like a 'counter', it is not a book."

  Old Master Qin called him, Li Mo had no choice but to stand up and walk to the desk, his eyes swept away, and his expression suddenly became serious.

  (end of this chapter)