Jianbao life

Chapter 472 Fish intestine sword
Chu Chen was very excited by the results given by Lingbaoyan. There is indeed another work hidden in this painting, but what is a little different from his thoughts is that the other work is not the same as before. It is a picture-in-picture, but it is hidden in the scroll of this painting.

The painting scroll is a silk work, but because the work is rolled up, and Song Lei is watching him beside him, Chu Chen didn't look at it too much, but just looked at the picture in front of him without changing his face and heartbeat. I finished reading "Interesting Picture of Lin Tingjia".

"Young Master Chu, are you satisfied with this painting?" Seeing that Chu Chen had finished finishing the painting, Song Lei couldn't wait to ask.

Chu Chen nodded and said: "The painting is not bad, but like the previous one, it is also a copy of the Qing Dynasty. The real one is now in the museum of Baodao, and this painting is not as good as the previous one. It's not worth twelve thousand."

Hearing what Chu Chen said, Song Lei couldn't help but twitched, but for him, it was fine if he could sell it, so he asked, "Young Master Chu, how much are you going to sell for this work?" money?"

"Up to eight thousand!" Chu Chen gestured.

When Song Lei heard Chu Chen's quotation, he said with a sad face: "Eight thousand! It's too little. When I bought it, it cost 38. You can ask for a higher price!"

Chu Chen shook his head and said, "An imitation is an imitation. Even if you bought it for 380 million yuan, what price should you choose?"

"Let's go a little higher! Even if it's cheaper than before, it's too much to lose four thousand." Song Lei said with a sad face.

Chu Chen thought for a while and said, "Why don't we talk about the price after I finish reading the following things?"

"Okay!" For Song Lei, as long as he can sell more, he has no problem with Chu Chen's other requests.

The other one is a calligraphy work by He Shaoji, a seven-character quatrain written in running script.

He Shaoji, courtesy name Zizhen, nicknamed Dongzhou, and later named Dusou, was a layman in Dongzhou, a native of Daozhou in southern Hunan.Daoguang Jinshi in 16 years.He has attainments in Confucian classics, poetry, essays, epigraphy, history and geography.Calligraphy has four styles, forming a family of its own, which is valued by everyone in the world. He is one of the most influential calligraphers in the late Qing Dynasty.

The brushstrokes of this work are free and elegant, sometimes trembling, full-bodied and full of flavor, which should be He Shaoji's middle-aged works. Judging from the seal and other aspects, it should be He Shaoji's authentic work without a doubt.

Putting away the magnifying glass in his hand, Chu Chen looked at Song Lei's hopeful eyes, smiled slightly and said: "This is indeed an authentic work, but although He Shaoji is influential, it is not too big, and this calligraphy is only a seven-character poem. Quatrains, the value is not very high, how about it, if you are willing, I will accept these two things for [-]."

"Young Master Chu, [-] is too little, you can add more! Forty thousand, forty thousand are yours!" Song Lei originally wanted to report [-], but he was afraid of self-defeating, so he only dared to report forty thousand.

Chu Chen directly refused: "I said [-] is already a lot. If you think it's low, you can take these two things to an antique shop and ask them to see who offers the highest price."

"Young Master Chu, I know you are an expert, but you see that I am already like this, so you can give me a little more! If I still have some porcelain here, you can choose it."

As for what Chu Chen said, how could Song Lei not know that he also asked for a price for these two calligraphy and painting works, and the highest price was only 5000 yuan. Wouldn't it be a fool not to take the opportunity to ask for more.

Song Lei's appearance, coupled with the barren house, although it does look a bit pitiful, but well, this is his own fault, if it is not for his own problems, he will not be in this state, and this person is also infected with Drug addiction, even if you give him a few million, it won't be long before he loses it all.

For such a character, if Chu Chen didn't know the truth, he might sympathize with him. It's not bad to not hate him now, but it is definitely impossible for him to sympathize.

Originally, Chu Chen was not interested in Song Lei's unsalable porcelain, but after the unexpected discovery just now, he changed his mind, so he nodded and said, "Okay, it's okay to see it. "

"Young Master Chu, please follow me to the balcony to have a look. You have good eyesight, maybe you can find the dusty orb!"

As he said that, Song Lei nodded and bowed and led Chu Chen to the balcony. Chu Chen shook his head secretly as he walked. From Song Lei's attitude, it could be seen that if there were really good things, how could he just throw them on the balcony?Therefore, Chu Chen no longer has any illusions about those porcelains.

Sure enough, when Chu Chen walked to the balcony, he was speechless immediately when he saw those bottles and cans. The porcelain in front of him was basically fake at first glance. To describe it in four words, it was appalling. Even the things sold by hawkers were worse than These are good, which is why no one buys them.

Moreover, most of these porcelains were bought by Song Lei to deceive people. Combined with his current situation, Chu Chen immediately thought of a word, retribution is not good.

With so much rubbish, Chu Chen didn't have the mood to check it one by one, so he directly used Baojue. If there were good things, he would check them carefully. If there were no good things, he would just give up. The possibility of good things, he felt, should be infinitely close to zero.

The porcelain on the balcony was excluded one by one by Baojue. The fact was exactly as Chu Chen thought, there was not a single good thing among these porcelains, but what he couldn’t believe was that there was an iron rod-shaped iron bar beside a vase. Things actually passed Baojue's screening.

Chu Chen suppressed his astonishment into the bottom of his heart, and after pretending to look through a few things, he came to the iron rod. Only then did he realize that it was not an iron rod at all, but an iron rod. A sword, but this iron sword has rusted into disrepair, and it looks like an iron rod from a distance.

The rusted iron sword passed Baojue's screening. No matter how stupid Chu Chen was, he knew that there must be something else in it, so he immediately used Lingbao eyes on this iron sword, and in the blink of an eye , The projection of the iron sword in front of him appeared in his mind.

Chu Chen's consciousness slowly penetrated the rust, and to his great surprise, there was actually a very small dagger wrapped in something hidden in the iron sword. This dagger looked cold and shimmering. , the body is covered with lines, the lines are twists and turns, uneven, it looks like...

Chu Chen almost exclaimed when he thought of that name, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly thought that Song Lei was still by his side, and he was a little lucky that his back was facing Song Lei at this time, otherwise Song Lei Lei must have seen his startled face clearly, and it's not certain whether he can get the sword as he wishes by then.

Chu Chen picked up the iron sword and looked it over for a while, then stood up, shook his head at Song Lei and said, "Mr. Song, apart from this sword, I really don't like other porcelains. !"

"sword?"

When Song Lei heard what Chu Chen said, he was a little puzzled at first, but after a while, he realized that what Chu Chen should have said was the iron rod.

Speaking of which, this thing was once, after he bought several pieces of new imitation porcelain from a peddler at once, the peddler gave him a head.

After getting this thing back, he kept throwing it in a corner of the house. He planned to throw it away when he moved this time, but he forgot to mention it at the time, and the employees of the moving company brought it together.

Originally, he thought that this thing could only be sold as scrap copper and rotten iron, but he really didn't expect that Chu Chen would take a fancy to it, and it was rusted like this. Even if he didn't know swords, he knew it wouldn't be a treasure, ghost Knowing why Chu Chen fell in love with it, of course, he would not care about it, and said to Chu Chen with a smile on his face:
"Young Master Chu, you have really good eyesight. My sword is a good thing. I bought it at a very high price. In the past, it wasn't that no one liked it, but the price they offered It's too cheap, so I haven't sold it, but since you are interested in it, Young Master Chu, I will sell it to you at the price I bought it for!"

Chu Chen looked at Song Lei talking nonsense with a half-smile, and then asked with a smile: "Mr. Song, let me ask, do you know when this sword is from?"

Song Lei was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then quickly said: "Tang... from the Tang Dynasty, this sword belongs to the Tang Dynasty!"

Hearing what he said, Chu Chen immediately laughed and said: "Mr. Song, I advise you to study this aspect carefully. This sword can't even reach the Yuan Dynasty, let alone the Tang Dynasty?"

Song Lei was also thick-skinned, and clapped his hands when he heard this, and said, "Ah, why did the bidders set the price so low in the past? So that's what happened, what a profiteer!"

Seeing Song Lei's performance, Chu Chen couldn't help but smile secretly. This person really has some talent for making antiques. If he didn't take drugs, but was in the antique business, he would probably be living quite well now.

"Okay, okay!" Then he waved his hand and said, "I don't care if you are a profiteer or not. If my old man didn't like ancient swords, I wouldn't buy them either. You have 300 yuan!"

If Song Lei was in the antique business, and this iron sword could sell for 300 yuan, then he must be very happy, but he is a drug addict, and 300 yuan is only enough for him to take drugs a few times, so of course he will not be satisfied , so he kept begging Chu Chen for more.

"Stop!" Chu Chen yelled, and said, "Mr. Song, if you continue to do this, then I won't buy it!"

Song Lei became a little anxious when he heard it, and hurried forward, pulled Chu Chen's sleeve, and begged, "Don't intervene! Young Master Chu, why don't you add this iron sword to the two paintings, How about giving me thirty-five thousand in total?"

(End of this chapter)