Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

  Chapter 85 Grandpa Poetry

  Li Mo rolled up the calligraphy and painting carefully, it is windy in the alleys here, so it is not suitable for observation.

   "Boss, what is the origin of this picture?"

  The man showed embarrassment on his face, and he murmured: "The appraisal fee is high. In fact, I only appraised four pieces. The one in your hand has no money to appraise, so I don't know the specific situation."

  When he said this, Li Mo was completely puzzled. If other people have seen this painting, they will definitely realize that it is different, and they don't know who will pick it up and miss it.

  Thinking of this, Li Mo returned the calligraphy and paintings to the man.

   "Brother, what do you think after reading it?"

"Five calligraphy and paintings, you have identified four of them, and only one of Liu Zizhuang's paintings has a certain origin, but from my experience, the highest price among the bosses who bid you before will not exceed 30,000. I don’t think it’s a free gift.”

   "There is still a piece of writing that you haven't had time to identify, so the price is even harder to say."

What Li Mo said hit the nail on the head, the man rubbed his hands and said, "My little brother is a sensible person, can you see if this works, I don't know the value of this unidentified character, it may be worthless, or it may be priceless, yes Earning is losing fifty to five, do you dare to take a gamble?"

   "What do you mean?" Li Mo was quite surprised.

   "Just bet on this picture, whether it has a price or not. Together with Liu Zizhuang's painting, I bid a total of 60,000."

  Li Mo glanced at Niu Sanpang.

   Niu Sanpang did not lose the chain this time. He said from the side: "We can pay up to 40,000 yuan. Even if we lose money, we won't be hurt."

   "Two little brothers, 40,000 is too little. If I add another 10,000, I'm taking a risk. What if the words are very valuable."

   "Fifty thousand is fifty thousand, half for winning and losing."

   Li Mo saw that he was in a hurry, and made a decisive decision.

  The transaction went smoothly, the man received a text message that the money had arrived, and left excitedly.

   "Young Master Li, will the 50,000 be lost?"

  Li Mo asked him back: "When did you see me lose money?"

   "Ah, is that Liu Zizhuang's painting very valuable?"

   "If I really want to buy Liu Zizhuang's painting, the price will not exceed 10,000." Li Mo threw the three worthless paintings into the trash can not far away, and then stuffed the remaining two into his big backpack.

  Niu Sanpang was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "You mean that word?"

   "That's Kuangcao calligraphy, there should be some background, I have to go back and think about it."

  Niu Sanpang looked at the sea of ​​people: "Why don't you go back today and come back tomorrow."

   "Alright, I need to spend some time to identify the writing. As for the plum blossom cup, pen sea and snuff bottle, please take it home for me and put it away."

   "Young Master Li, I'll make a phone call and go to my house for dinner tonight."

   "I won't pass today. I will contact Mr. Qin later. He is a great collector of calligraphy and painting. He can provide a good reference for appraisal."

   "I'll see you off, and I'll put you down at the entrance of the alley. I dare not go in that courtyard. Facing Grandpa Qin is very stressful."

   "Then I'll make a call first to see if the old man is at home?"

  Li Mo dialed Mr. Qin's mobile phone, and it took more than 30 seconds to connect. The voice on the other side was not from Mr. Qin, but a person with a slightly deep and majestic voice.

   "Are you Li Mo?"

   "Yes, who are you?"

   "I'm Qin Guoli, Si Rui's uncle. The old man is playing chess, let me pick it up for you. If there is something important and urgent, I'll ask him to call you."

   "It's not urgent. I'm in Kyoto now, and I've picked up a piece of calligraphy in my hand, and I want to ask Mr. Qin for advice. Well, it's a piece of wild cursive calligraphy, with a very high level, so..."

   Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Guoli: "Wait a minute, I'll let the old man pick it up."

   "Dad, Li Mo's phone, he has a cursive calligraphy in his hand."

   "Give me the phone quickly."

  Grandpa Qin's laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Little friend, the calligraphy that you like is definitely not easy. You come here directly, and we two have a good discussion."

   "Won't bother you?"

   "I just found someone to play chess when I was in a hurry. Come quickly."

   "Okay, I'll go now."

   Hang up the phone, and the two walked to the off-road vehicle.

   "Three fat, what does Miss Si Rui's uncle do?"

   "Uncle Qin is also in the courtyard?" Niu Sanpang showed fear in his eyes, and he made a motion of shooting, "There are stars on his shoulders."

  Li Mo immediately understood what he meant, the Qin family background is really strong.

  At the entrance of the alley, Niu Sanpang stopped the car and urged him to get off the car quickly. Before he could stand still, the off-road vehicle had already roared away.

  The Qin family compound is so scary?

  Li Mo put his bag on his back and walked along the alley. When he came to the door, he saw the solid Bajiquan master standing there waiting for him.

   "Mr. Qin is waiting for you in the study."

   "Thank you."

  Li Mo clasped his hands together, which is a greeting ceremony in traditional martial arts.

  In the study room, Mr. Qin was playing chess with others. The old man sitting opposite him was in his early seventies, with white hair and combed meticulously. Sitting there with his back straight, his eyes still bright. There are age spots on his hands, his fingers are thick, and he is very powerful in playing chess.

   "General."

  With a bang, the chess piece raised by the white-haired old man fell hard, the sound was loud and full of momentum.

   "Old man poetry, I lost this game."

  Old Qin looked at the chess game and took the initiative to admit defeat.

   "Old man Qin, I'm not happy about winning this game. You obviously don't care about the game."

"Haha, old man Shi, I'm really sorry this time. The main reason is that the little friend I know will be there later. That kid probably found another amazing calligraphy and painting, otherwise he wouldn't be in a hurry run this way."

   "The kid who crippled two desperadoes with a few punches?"

   "It's him. That kid is really tough. If he goes to serve as a soldier, he will be a good candidate."

   "Then I want to see him in real life."

   "Look, it's about time."

   While talking, there were footsteps outside the door. A few seconds later, Li Mo walked into the study from the outside, and said with a smile: "Old man, I'm bothering you again."

   "Come, come, sit here."

Li Mo didn't sit down immediately when he came to the coffee table, because there was an old man in the study, he looked thin, and his eyes were bright. Although he didn't speak, just looking at him like that made him feel an invisible majesty rushing towards his face .

   "Old man poetry, is this young man all right?"

  The white-haired old man withdrew his gaze, pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "Sit down."

   "Li Mo, this is my old comrade-in-arms, surnamed Shi, the poem written by poetry and poetry. You can learn from Si Rui and call him Grandpa Shi. It's not bad to call him."

   "Grandpa Shi." Li Mo called out respectfully.

  The white-haired old man looked at old man Qin meaningfully. It seems that this old man really likes this Li Mo.

   "Don't stand still, come and taste Dahongpao."

   Dahongpao is fragrant, and the aftertaste is endless between articulate.

   "You did a good job in Jinling. You recovered most of the national treasures and assisted the police in solving major cases."

   "I'm just making soy sauce, but I really didn't do anything."

"Hahaha, whether you have done it or not, everyone knows the credit anyway. By the way, that kid in my family admires you very much, and helped him untie the knots in his heart for many years. They are both young people, so we can communicate more when we have the opportunity in the future. .”

  At this moment, the white-haired old man asked: "Xiaowa, is the Concubine Yang bracelet you found in Jinling really transferable like it said on the Internet?"

   It seems that the promotion of Yang Guifei's bracelet is in place, even they know it.

   "Grandpa Shi, if you believe in this, it will come true. If you don't believe in it, then it doesn't exist at all. To put it bluntly, it is a psychological effect."

  The white-haired old man picked up the teacup with a thoughtful look on his face.

  (end of this chapter)