Chapter 701

Fang Yanan's reporter is ill, and he secretly runs out to make a phone call while waiting for others.

80 The prices of antiques in the Qing Dynasty are quite different. Although there is a slight change, it will not change much. It is also a painting in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. According to the square foot, the most expensive one is a few yuan more, and the cheapest one is a few yuan less. Finally, the most expensive one is twice as much as the cheapest one.

However, although the current calligraphy and painting are cheap, they are also relatively speaking. The two Wu Changshuo paintings Yang Rui bought before are 180 yuan each and 165 yuan each, which are higher than the salary of ordinary workers. Even if the middle-level civil servants want to buy them with their legitimate income, they have to think twice. In an era when there were not many income channels, the people who had more purchasing power for antiques were really veteran cadres.

However, it is impossible to get the average price of 50 yuan mentioned by Huang Shiguan, not to mention the hundreds of calligraphy and painting in Ming and Qing Dynasties, even in modern times.

Fang Yanan calls to ask about the real price and confirms that what Huang Shiguan said is not true. He is interested in Yang Rui.

"The rich in the new era, or the derivatives of money right trading?" Fang Yanan is more interested in the details of Yang Rui's transaction.

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

He knew Huang Shiguan and laughed when he came in: "good guy, I've heard recently that the Sales Department of jiefangmen has a brain pumping, and they charge high prices for calligraphy and painting. You really have a big head to blame for your feelings."

Huang Shiguan's face turned pale with a smile. He bowed his hands to beg for mercy and said, "elder Qi, you can't make a joke. I just opened up my collection of calligraphy and paintings, and when I saw the good ones, I would take them down, so as not to waste time again. How can I get to your mouth. This master is introduced by director Qiao Qunqiao. Do you think I'm tired of living and make him happy? "

"Old Joe is not qualified to be a loner." The Qi turned his head and asked Yang Rui, "aren't you Wang Yong's student? Is Qiao Qun your elder

Yang Rui thought about it and said, "minister Jing of Zhongsi is my elder. He knows I want to buy calligraphy and paintings and introduces director Qiao to me."

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

The man, who was called Lord Qi, said, "I know you have a good family, but I have a habit of reading calligraphy and painting. I don't give people an explanation. You can believe it if you want, or you can pull it down if you don't believe it. Qiao Qun asked me to read calligraphy and paintings before, but he didn't want to believe it. If you help him, let's not waste time. "

"I see it for myself."

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

"I see it for myself. Don't worry. 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 stopped for a moment and said, "I believe Professor Wang Yong, but I don't want you to explain why it's true or false. You have to tell me how much the painting is worth, or compare it to a higher level. Is that ok?"

Mr. Qi moved his mouth and said, "no matter how much a painting is, right or wrong, I want 50 yuan. When I see the afternoon, I won't look if the light is bad."

With that, Mr. Qi stretched out his hand directly.

Yang Rui gave him 50 yuan without hesitation.

Looking at his cheerfulness, Mr. Qi nodded slightly and asked Huang Shiguan, "which room is the painting in?"

Huang Shiguan looked at adult Qi sympathetically and said with a smile: "it's all here."

Mr. Qi frowned and opened the nearest door.

The bookshelves in the forest are full of fresh wood fragrance.

"Yes."

"How much did you buy?" Mr. Qi's scalp is numb. Identification of painting and calligraphy is a very demanding work. Strictly speaking, it takes at least a few hours to identify a painting and calligraphy.

Of course, in the environment of 84, the work of identification can be simplified a lot. But with so many calligraphy and paintings, God knows when to identify them.

Huang Shiguan laughs and thinks: someone can control you at last.

On the surface, he was silent, and almost laughed in his heart. He said, "there are always thousands of them. I remember you charge 50 yuan no matter how much they are identified?"

Lord Qi's lips trembled twice.

Yang Rui asked strangely, "not every day?"

"I'm kidding. Every day, he doesn't want to earn thousands of yuan a month, 50 yuan at a time. He has to bargain with others." Huang Shiguan said with a smile: "I move stones to hit my feet, Lord Qi, what do you say?"

"Fifty is fifty...""No, fifty a day." Yang Rui looked around and asked, "how many days can I finish the identification?"

"I don't know. I don't know." Lord Qi himself changed the rules. He was a bit disheartened. Without saying a word, he went into the room.

After a while, I saw that Mr. Qi began to move the painting axis one by one, while quietly making records.

Huang Shiguan said with a smile, "it's a delicate job. Let's not drink some tea and wait."

"How long will it take?"

"It's going to take days to identify all of them."

"Then I'll come back later." Yang Rui was a little apathetic. What he had imagined was that with a wave of his hand, thousands of calligraphy and paintings would be taken away.

To say, there are no fakes in the domestic sales department, but the people in the incomplete sales department have lost their eyes, or something else has happened.

I think that 30 years later, Yang Rui took out a painting and prepared to sell it for money. When he found that it was a fake painting, he felt much more depressed than today.

As a result, Yang Rui decided to wait while he watched Mr. Qi slowly in the room.

Fang Yanan wrote down the words of several people. When he went back to the BMW, he was not in the mood to see the car.

Leaving perfunctorily, Fang Yanan runs back to the stage and begins to write a book. She is ready to write today's event as the beginning of a story.

As for what the story shows, whether it is praise or criticism, Fang Yanan did not think so much.

After writing the book in a hurry, Fang Yanan went to the editor in chief to persuade him to shoot.

Editor in chief in the office frowning watching TV, Fang Yanan called, the latter just raised his head.

"What's the matter?" The editor in chief suspended the video and asked.

Fang Yanan quickly told the story of his design.

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

"What?"

"Have you met Yang Rui?"

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

"Then you'll recognize someone." The editor in chief said, quitting the video and taking Fang Yanan out.

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