Chapter 195： Selling calligraphy and painting

Huang Feng didn't expect these people to be so enthusiastic. Does this mean that he is being taken advantage of?

Huang Feng pushed away the blocking crowd and said, "I'm here to sell things, not here to buy things."

After that, the crowd dispersed with a "cut" sound. People even cast hostile eyes at Huang Feng. After all, they are also selling things. Huang Feng said this now, that is their rival, no one. I hope I have one more competitor.

Huang Feng didn't care about these eyes, anyway, he didn't plan to set up a street stall here. These people had left, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

Afterwards, Huang Feng asked people what the biggest antique shop here was.

That person may have heard Huang Feng's words just now. Now that he heard Huang Feng's question, he knew that Huang Feng was planning to go to the largest antique shop to sell his things.

"Little brother, I advise you to sell it here just like me. If you are lucky, you can earn hundreds or thousands every day. It's possible. If you go to the store to sell it, people's eyes are poisoned." The man advised Huang Feng, apparently he thinks Huang Feng is the same as them. They sell fakes. Selling them here can be fooled. Those who like to be greedy for petty bargains are almost impossible to make if they go to the store. of.

"Thank you for your advice, I still want to try it first." Huang Feng said, but he didn't have much confidence in his heart. After all, he didn't know whether his things were worth or how much they could be worth. .

Seeing Huang Feng's unwillingness to give up, the man shook his head helplessly, feeling that Huang Feng still had to be driven out by others to give up, so he stopped advising, but told Huang Feng the address of the store.

After Huang Feng thanked him, he took his paintings to the store. Behind him, several people pointed to his back, apparently thinking that Huang Feng was only deceiving himself this time.

"Bao Lai Pavilion" is the largest antique store on Xiyuan Street. It has three floors and a large area. No matter the scale or the things sold in it, it is second to none in this area. There are many people who visit it every day. Of course, there are also many people like Huang Feng who want to sell things with them.

Therefore, when the guy inside knew Huang Feng's purpose, he was not surprised, but took him to find an appraiser who was specially identified in the store.

"Old Feng, I'm going to trouble you again. A customer just came and wanted to sell calligraphy and painting." The guy brought Huang Feng to a small room and said to an old man sitting inside.

The old man wore a pair of wide glasses. It looked like he was about 50 or 60 years old, and he was in good spirits, especially his eyes were sharp. He glanced at Huang Feng and didn't care, but waved his hand to let the guy go out.

"Bring it." The old man said to Huang Feng. It is his job to appraise calligraphy and painting. In the "Baolai Pavilion", he is more than one appraiser. However, his qualifications and abilities are top notch, especially in calligraphy and painting. , It is even more respected by the audience, even many people will come to him for identification if they have obtained good calligraphy and painting in other places, and if the calligraphy and painting that he has appraised are authentic, their value will be upturned, so, He receives not many guests every day.

However, because of his age, the boss here originally wanted to reduce his workload appropriately. However, the elderly have dealt with calligraphy and painting for a lifetime and enjoyed the surprise of discovering the baby, so he has never reduced his work. the amount.

Huang Feng did not dare to neglect, although he did not know the identity of the other party, but the other party was obviously the one who could determine the value of his calligraphy and painting, and after handing out the painting, Huang Feng was not at peace and did not know the other party. What kind of evaluation will be given.

"Huh?" When the old man took over Huang Feng's calligraphy and painting, he was inattentive at first. After all, he would meet a lot every day, holding a dream of getting rich and holding fakes to find someone for identification. Think Huang Feng is such a person.

However, after unfolding the painting and taking a look, his mind has changed a little, and his expression has changed from being inattentive at the beginning to serious. He raised his head and glanced at Huang Feng with a little surprise, and then again. Looking down at the painting, he even picked up the magnifying glass on the side table.

With this look, he completely forgot about the surrounding situation. He didn't say a word for a long time. Although Huang Feng was anxious, he didn't interrupt the other party's thoughts.

Huang Feng had to stand aside and wait patiently until after a long time, the old man put down the magnifying glass in his hand and looked at Huang Feng.

"Where did your painting come from?" the old man asked.

"When I went out to play, I saw someone setting up a street stall, so I bought it. I didn't take it seriously at the time. However, after I came back, I felt that this thing might not be a common product, so I brought it here today for evaluation." Huang Feng had already thought about the excuses. After all, when they came here to sell things, they were all paying attention to the origin of the things. If the origins were not right, they would not accept them. Of course, they would not be too prosecuted, but they were on the black market. Don’t care about the source of the problem.

Sure enough, the old man listened to Huang Feng's words and didn't delve into it. He just asked, and then said, "Is it possible that you are not a common product?"

"The master can't be sure?" Huang Feng asked. If the other party can't be sure, then the value of this thing can't be estimated, and it can't be sold. Huang Feng is naturally unwilling. He wants this painting. It's useless, but I'm short of money on hand, and I need start-up capital.

"Well, this painting is a bit weird. I have never seen some techniques." The old man said directly without concealing it.

"Oh" Huang Feng was a little disappointed, and he wanted to put the painting away.

"Do you just want to appraise it today, or do you want to sell this painting?" The old man did not rush to let Huang Feng leave, but asked again.

"Naturally, it was sold. It was a coincidence that I bought it at the time. It is useless to keep it, so I want to sell it." Huang Feng said.

"Then wait a minute, and a guest will come over. He is also very researching on this calligraphy and painting. When that time comes, we will take a look again." The old man said, in fact, in his heart, he already felt this The sub-painting is no longer ordinary, but he doesn't know who the author of the painting is. This way, it will greatly affect his judgment.

"That's OK, I have nothing to do anyway." Huang Feng thought for a while and said, it is the best to sell if there is hope.