Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 111, someone is making a move?

Wang Qingsong looked at the bald man in front of him. Isn't this the reform-through-labor prisoner Zhou Xin was talking about?

Is that aunt's son?

But I'm not sure, because the other person is wearing a mask, but through his bald head and clothes, he seems to be the same person.

Cheng Jianfei looked around the room, then turned back to look at the young man in front of him, and said with a smile, "Thank you for what happened today. This is three thousand yuan."

As he spoke, he took out the money he had prepared.

Wang Qingsong looked at the money handed over by the other party, took out 8 cards and returned them to the other party: "I didn't use so many, just a few dollars."

Cheng Jianfei was surprised by these words, and then said with a smile: "It's okay, this money is all for you, don't dislike it, I don't mean anything else."

"no need."

Still gave him the money.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Jianfei smiled bitterly.

In the end, I still owe two dollars!

But after trying to push it off several times, Wang Qingsong still didn't accept it, so in the end he could only quietly collect the money.

Finally, he said thank you politely: "No matter what! Thank you for everything today."

After saying that, he looked at the things on the table and asked, "Whose thing is this? Is it yours? Can I see it?"

Wang Qingsong followed his gaze and said, "Just take a look, don't break it."

Although this thing cannot be sold, it is valuable!

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jianfei nodded and walked over.

I looked around, went to the toilet to wash my hands, and after I came back and dried them with a napkin, I picked up a big dollar in the box and looked at it through the napkin.

Turn on the flashlight on your phone, take a careful look at the thing, look at it again and again for a while, and then put it in carefully.

Then he looked at other things.

Look very carefully.

While looking at it, he calmly turned his head and smiled: "Look at my brain, I forgot to ask. Little brother, what's your surname! My name is Cheng Jianfei."

"Oh, my name is Wang Zixuan."

This time I didn't call myself by my real name.

"What a good name, brother, where are your family members? If you just leave this thing here like this, you're not afraid of it getting tempered?"

Wang Qingsong hesitated after hearing this, and then said: "There are two eldest brothers and an eldest sister in the family."

Cheng Jianfei was surprised by these words. He gently put down the Bronze Lord in his hand and turned his head to look at him.

I looked at the house again.

There was a moment of doubt in my heart.

How would someone who could own such a thing live in such a small house?

And there is no maintenance of the environment at all. Whoever has this kind of thing has to find a place to put it properly. How can it be placed so casually?

"Ding dong!"

While thinking about it, his cell phone rang. Wang Qingsong hurriedly picked it up and looked at it. It was from Zhou Ying.

"Um... Qingsong, there's no need to take photos. I'm sorry!"

After listening, he was also speechless for a while. Isn't this annoying!

But he didn't say anything and put down the phone.

Cheng Jianfei looked strange when he heard this message, but he thought of the title just now: "Qingsong?"

Wang Qingsong nodded calmly: "Yes, nickname."

"Oh!"

Cheng Jianfei didn't think much after hearing this.

But he had many doubts in his heart.

I continued to look at the things in my hands for a while, especially the last Xuande stove, I looked at it very carefully.

After seeking Wang Qingsong's permission, he took a few photos of Xuande Furnace.

After reading everything, he put the things away, threw the napkin in the trash can, and said with a smile: "Thank you, I'm done reading."

Then he asked with a smile: "I'll call you Qingsong too! I'd like to ask, where do these things come from? Can you tell me?"

He wasn't sure except for the last Xuande furnace.

As for the other things, he was 90% sure that they were true.

In the antique industry, except for things that are passed down in an orderly manner, no expert can be 100% sure that a certain work is authentic.

In addition to the modern paintings of Rong Baozhai. Because those are all authenticated by the author himself, otherwise there will be no confidence in maintaining authenticity.

As for the Xuande stove?

Ninety-nine percent of Xuande furnaces are fake. Even the experts at the museum who have been exposed to Xuande furnaces all year round cannot be sure that a certain Xuande furnace is genuine.

Because there were imitations from the mid-Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.

However, imitation products also depend on their craftsmanship, and those with high craftsmanship are worth more than a million dollars.

Wang Qingsong thought for a while and said, "Oh, my friend put it here for me!"

These words made Cheng Jianfei feel weird for a while.

What about the liar?

Putting such an expensive thing on a young man like him?

After looking at him, I didn't feel that strong aura from him, nor did he look like a second-generation man pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, or a rich man.

But of course he wouldn't tell the truth.

He nodded slightly, glanced at the things on the table and advised: "You still have to be careful with these things. There are indeed private transactions on this thing, but things can happen. If something is missed, it's not a joke. , I guess someone has told you about it too!”

Wang Qingsong nodded.

"Well, someone told me."

Cheng Jianfei looked around the room, then smiled and said, "I still have to thank you today, so I won't disturb you."

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong nodded lightly, thought of something and asked: "By the way, do you...understand this?"

While talking, he looked at the things on the table.

Cheng Jianfei took one look and smiled: "You know a little bit about it! I can't explain it!"

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong thought about it for a while and asked: "Why don't you add me on WeChat? If I don't understand something, can I ask you?"

It's hard to find someone who understands.

When the time comes to fetch the things, I can ask him.

"Row."

Cheng Jianfei hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

The two added each other on WeChat.

After adding it, Wang Qingsong thought for a while and asked: "By the way, Brother Cheng, let me ask, can the paintings of Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Fu Baoshi... these people be bought and sold?"

Cheng Jianfei felt weird for a while.

After sizing him up, he nodded: "They are modern calligraphers and can trade."

Then he smiled and said: "Well, little brother, I don't know where you got these things, but ninety-nine percent of the paintings of the people you mentioned are fake on the market, so don't be impulsive!"

When Wang Qingsong, who was deep in thought, heard this, he smiled and nodded: "Yes, I understand."

He had also seen the introduction in that article online before.

In my time, the paintings of these people were very cheap. If you think about it on the other hand, there is no point in fake paintings.

Cheng Jianfei said nothing when he saw this: "Okay, I'll leave first."

After that, he said hello and left the room.

After Wang Qingsong watched the other party leave, he looked at the things on the table and muttered: "What a hassle!"

Then he put the things away.

Cheng Jianfei left the community, came downstairs, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

It wasn't long before the call was connected.

"Hey, Mom, let me ask you something. Did you fall today by yourself or by someone else? Or did you accidentally fall when you were hiding from someone?"

After asking about it, I listened to the voices on the phone.

But after listening for a while, he frowned.

"Well, okay, I understand, don't worry, I gave him the money. I'll go back right away. I'm done!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Glancing upstairs, he was confused.

Is it such a coincidence?

You can't blame him for being so sensitive. After all, he went in because of this kind of thing before, and now such a coincidence happened again.

He had to be alerted.

Because subconsciously, he thought someone was setting things up!

But it doesn’t look like it!

(End of this chapter)