Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

  Chapter 732 Big Pit

  Mr. An held Li Mo's right hand and invited him into the room. Her lover Lao Jiang looked at him gratefully. After all, when their family encountered this situation, many people wanted to help them, but none of them really came out.

  I didn't expect Li Mo to come to the door at this time, which moved the couple very much.

   "Hello, Uncle Jiang."

  "You can just call me Old Jiang, Mr. Li, I'm really ashamed, I didn't expect us to have such a time when everyone yells and beats us. It's the kid in the family who didn't live up to it and caused such a disaster. Please sit down and I'll make you tea."

   "Li Mo, the house is a bit rough, please sit down."

   "Mr. An, is your son at home?"

   "In the room, the boy who didn't live up to expectations was also very frightened. I'll call him out."

  Ms. An wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked quickly to the door of Beici’s bedroom, knocked on the door and shouted, “Xiaofeng, Mr. Li Mo, associate professor of the History Department of Peking University, is here, you come out.”

  The name of a person, the shadow of a tree. The door of the confined room opened, and a man with a haggard face and messy hair walked out. Li Mo had met him before, when he was still young, and in a blink of an eye he was already in college.

   "Hello, Associate Professor Li."

  Jiang Xiaofeng stood there a little flustered.

"Sit down and talk slowly, what's going on? I'm here today to visit Mr. Xia'an, and to settle your affairs by the way. There are rules. If you lose 18 million by mistake, that's You are unlucky. If there are other reasons, I will naturally find a way to help you deal with it."

  Old Ginger made a cup of tea, using ordinary Dongtingchun. He put it lightly on the table in front of Li Mo and said, "Mr. Li, please drink tea."

   "Mr. An, Mr. Jiang, you all sit down, let's discuss together if there is anything you want."

  Old Jiang pushed his son, and said with hatred: "What are you doing standing there, explain the matter clearly from beginning to end, and don't miss every detail."

Jiang Xiaofeng sat on a soft board silently, thought for a while before saying: "The matter started in March, because of my father, I am more interested in all kinds of antiques, and I used to accompany my father to the old street. I wandered around, found some antiques, picked up some small leaks, and made a lot of money, so I think I am a bit knowledgeable. After going to university in other places, my favorite thing is to go to the famous antique market in Kyoto. "

"One Saturday, I went to Panjiayuan to see if there was a chance to encounter old paintings in a calligraphy and painting specialty store. I was about to leave when I saw an old man in his seventies holding a rectangular Box walked in, went to the counter and asked the boss directly if he would accept old paintings. He said that what he had in his hand was an ancestral painting by Tang Yin, because his son's business failed and he urgently needed funds to fill the hole, so he had to sell the original Tang Yin's painting as a last resort. "

   "Because I was curious at the time, I also stopped to see Tang Yin's authentic works. At that time, the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop shook his head and said he couldn't see it after careful appraisal. Then the master master in their shop also carefully appraised it and said he was also not sure."

   Not knowing for certain means that this so-called painting by Tang Yin has a high probability of being a fake.

"At that time, I pretended to be curious and took a closer look. My first feeling was that the style really resembled Tang Yin's handwriting, but because I couldn't use it at close range, I could only take a rough look. The old man heard the boss say that he couldn't see it. Showing a very disappointed expression, he packed up the old painting and was about to leave. At this moment, the boss stopped him and asked, how much does he plan to sell this painting for? If it’s not expensive, he can save him by taking it himself.”

"The old man couldn't stop expressing his gratitude. He said that he once asked experts that the market value of this authentic painting is around 20 million, because he is anxiously waiting for the money, so as long as the boss pays half of the price, he can get the authentic painting of Tang Yin. The boss listened At this asking price, I just shake my head, this business can’t be done.”

"After the old man left, I was just about to catch up and ask more carefully, when I heard the boss sneaking another clerk in the store to chase him and stare at him. He was still communicating with the eye master in the store. Every sentence is saying that the painting just now is absolutely authentic by Tang Yin, as long as you get it, it will be worth 40 to 50 million at the auction. However, people in business are thinking about how to get the biggest return at the smallest price, That’s why I said that I was not sure at the beginning, but the main purpose is to lower the price, and the price of cabbage is the best when you start.”

When Jiang Xiaofeng said this, he let out a long sigh, and continued after a while: "I was already a little confident in my eyesight, and I heard the judgment of the shop owner and the eye master, so I came up with the idea of ​​disdain to take it at all costs. At that time, I was thinking, as long as it is Tang Yin's authentic work, if you win it for 8 million yuan, you will earn 30 to 40 million yuan. Fortunately, I first caught up with the old man in the alley of Panjiayuan, and then expressed myself to him. If you want to buy, you need to take a closer look.”

   Li Mo listened to him while drinking tea.

"I have carefully appraised that painting. Whether it is the paper, the conception of the picture, or the signature seal, they are all in the same style as Tang Yin. But I only have a deposit of more than one million yuan, and I went with my father before. I made money by picking up the leak, but I didn't want to miss this opportunity to make a fortune, so I bargained with him, and finally the old man insisted on eight million. Just when I was about to give up, the employees of the antique shop also found this place, He saw that we were negotiating the final price, so he didn't make a sound and stood far away."

   "Not only did he find it, the owner of the antique shop and the eye-hand master also arrived a few tens of seconds later, and they seemed very anxious. At that time, I was so anxious that I agreed to the old man's price."

   Having said that, he didn't continue talking. But Li Mo probably also understood what happened next, that is, he thought of usury, the kind that calculates the interest rate by the sky.

   "You are just a student, how dare they lend you money."

Jiang Xiaofeng covered his face, rubbed vigorously and whispered: "I have disclosed all the family information, especially my dad is a researcher at the Shanghai Museum, and there is a set of 130 square meters in Shanghai. School district housing, so they gave me all the missing funds of more than six million yuan in one day, and then that painting by Tang Yin became mine."

"After I got the painting, I was thinking, since the boss of your calligraphy and painting shop thinks the painting should be worth forty to fifty million yuan, then I don't have to wait two or three months to go to the auction, and I can just sell it to the boss at a cheaper price. Even if it's just a knife, you can sell it for about 20 million yuan, and when you pay back the loan, you can still earn more than 10 million yuan, which is worth it."

Hearing this, Li Mo also knew the result, and he followed Jiang Xiaofeng's words and said: "When you go to the owner of the shop again, they will make a second careful appraisal and tell you that Tang Yin's painting is still unclear, so you can't see through it. You won’t take over your paintings. Then you go to other antique shop owners, and they all say the same thing, you can’t see through it, right?”

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded, "Not only did I search for more than a dozen antique shops, but I also went to three auction houses on purpose. The masters over there also said that they were not sure. That's when I came to my senses. But everything It was too late, the loan of more than 6 million yuan was compound interest, and they also found the school to urge me to repay the loan. I was too scared at the time, so I followed their advice and borrowed another sum from others. This method has been It’s an unmanageable situation right now.”

   Li Mo sighed secretly, this pit is too big.

  (end of this chapter)