Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Fang Yanan's reporter fell ill, so while waiting for someone, he secretly ran out to make a phone call.

The prices of antiques in the 1980s were all quite a few. Although there were slight changes, the changes would not be large. The same paintings from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty were calculated by square feet. , in the end, the expensive one is at most twice the price of the cheap one.

However, although the current calligraphy and paintings are cheap, they are relatively speaking. The two paintings of Wu Changshuo that Yang Rui bought before cost 180 yuan for one pair and 165 yuan for the other, which is higher than the salary of ordinary workers. When buying, you have to think about it. In the era when there were not many income sources, the people who had more purchasing power for antiques were really veteran cadres.

But in any case, the average price of 50 yuan mentioned by Huang Shiguan is impossible to obtain, let alone hundreds of calligraphy and paintings in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, even modern calligraphy and paintings are not rare.

Fang Yanan called and asked about the real price, and after confirming that what Huang Shiguan said was not true, he immediately became interested in Yang Rui.

"A rich man in the new era, or a derivative of money and power trading?" Fang Yanan secretly wondered, and was more interested in the details of Yang Rui's transaction.

About an hour later, the researcher invited by Professor Wang Yong rode a stubborn bicycle to the alley.

He met Huang Shiguan and smiled as soon as he entered the door: "Good guy, I heard people say recently that the sales department of Jiefangmen has lost its mind and charged calligraphy and paintings at high prices. You really took advantage of your feelings."

Huang Shiguan's face was pale when he was laughed at, and he bowed his hands, begging for mercy: "Boss Qi, Master Qi, you can't be joking, I just opened the calligraphy and painting, and when I see the good ones, take them down for three melons and two dates. To avoid wasting time, how come you will be taken advantage of. This master was introduced by Director Qiao Qunqiao, and you said that I am tired of life, and I am making trouble for the old man?"

"Old Qiao is not yet qualified to be called a widow." The Master Qi turned his head unhappily, and asked Yang Rui, "Aren't you Wang Yong's student? Qiao Qun is your parent?"

Yang Rui thought about it, and said without hiding it, "Mr. Jing from Zhongsi is my elder. He knew that I wanted to buy calligraphy and painting, so he introduced Director Qiao to me."

Fang Yanan quickly wrote down Yang Rui's words in his heart.

The man called Mr. Qi gave an "En" and said, "I know your family is good, but I have a habit of reading calligraphy and painting. I don't explain it to others. If you believe it, you can believe it. If you don't believe it, you can dismiss it. Qiao Qun used to Please let me read the calligraphy and painting, but he doesn't want to believe it, if you read it for him, let's not waste time."

"I'm watching for myself."

"You call and ask your elder Zhongsi to see what he thinks."

"I read it for myself. Don't worry about it. I don't want you to explain. If you say it's true, it's true. If you say it's false, it's false." Yang Rui paused, and then said: "I believe Professor Wang Yong , However, I don't want you to explain why it is true or false, you have to tell me how much the painting is worth, or compare a grade, is that okay?"

Lord Qi moved his mouth and said: "I want to see a painting, no matter how much it is, no matter whether it is right or wrong, I will always ask for 50 yuan. If it is in the afternoon and the light is not good, I won't look at it."

After speaking, Master Qi directly extended his hand.

Yang Rui gave him 50 yuan without hesitation.

Master Qi saw that he was cheerful, nodded slightly, and asked Huang Shiguan, "Which room is the painting in?"

Huang Shiguan looked at Lord Qi sympathetically, smiled inwardly, and said, "It's all here."

Lord Qi frowned, and pushed open the nearest door.

Rulin's bookshelf exudes a fresh woody fragrance.

"right."

"How much did you buy?" Lord Qi's scalp was a little numb. Appraisal of calligraphy and painting is a very exhausting job. Strictly speaking, it takes at least a few hours to appraise a pair of calligraphy and painting.

Of course, in the environment of 1984,

The appraisal work can be simplified a lot, but with so many calligraphy and paintings, God knows how long it will take to appraise.

Huang Shiguan chuckled, thinking: Finally, there is someone who can restrain you.

He was calm on the surface, but he almost laughed in his heart, and said: "There must be several thousand pieces. I remember that you charged 50 yuan no matter how much you appraised?"

Lord Qi's lips trembled twice.

Yang Rui asked strangely: "Not every day?"

Just kidding, every day, he doesn't want to earn thousands of dollars a month, 50 at a time, he has to bargain with others. "Huang Shiguan said and laughed: "You shoot yourself in the foot with a stone, Mr. Qi, what do you say?" "

"Fifty is fifty..."

"No, just fifty per day." Yang Rui looked around and asked, "How many days will it take to finish the appraisal?"

"I can't say it, I can't say it." Lord Qi changed the rules himself, a little ashamed, and got into the room without saying a word.

After a while, Lord Qi began to move the scrolls one by one, and silently took notes.

Huang Shiguan said with a smile: "This is a delicate task. Let's talk about it later if we drink some tea."

"How long will this take?"

"It will take several days to appraise all of them."

"Then I'll come back later." Yang Rui was a little uninterested. He originally imagined that thousands of calligraphy and paintings would be taken away with a wave of his hand.

Speaking of which, there are no counterfeit products in the sales department in China, but the people in the sales department have misread it, or there may be other moths.

Think about it, thirty years later, Yang Rui took out a painting to sell for money, and found out that it was a fake painting, the feeling of depression would be much stronger than the refreshing feeling of today.

Therefore, seeing Lord Qi in the room walking slowly, Yang Rui decided to wait.

Fang Yanan wrote down the words of a few people, and when he returned to the BMW, he had no intention of looking at the car.

Perfunctorily leaving, Fang Yanan rushed back to the stage and started writing a notebook. She was going to write what happened today as the beginning of a story.

As for what the story showed, whether it was a compliment or a reprimand, Fang Yanan didn't think too much about it.

After finishing the notebook in a hurry, Fang Yanan went to the editor-in-chief, trying to persuade him to come and shoot.

The editor-in-chief was frowning and watching TV in the office. Fang Yanan yelled, and the latter raised his head.

"What's the matter?" the editor-in-chief paused the video recorder and looked up.

Fang Yanan quickly told the story he designed.

The editor-in-chief listened noncommittally, until Yang Rui's name appeared repeatedly, and he suddenly said: "Yang Rui is it?"

"what?"

"Have you met Yang Rui?"

"Of course I have." Fang Yanan didn't know why.

"Then you come to recognize someone." The editor-in-chief said, exited the video tape, and took Fang Yanan out.

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