After I was reborn, I became Mrs. Chief Assistant

Chapter 240
In the Jing'an Garden, most of the wealthy businessmen and family heads who came to the meeting brought people who knew how to paint.

Zhang Yi was indeed right. The people who kept asking him to borrow the painting these days mostly thought, "If this painting is really an authentic work by some famous artist, then we must keep it at all costs." idea.

In the garden with the bleak autumn wind, the chrysanthemums bloomed majesticly and gorgeously. A painting was placed in the garden, and many people gathered around it to comment, but they did not come to a definite result for a long time.

The style of this painting is peaceful, and the brushwork is meticulous. Upon closer inspection, one can find that the clothes, beard and hair of the person in the painting are all in a flying state, which is quite a bit of fairy spirit.And surrounded by mountains, rocks and flowing water, it is open and pleasant.The artistic conception of the whole painting is empty, the ink color is pale and moist, the brushwork is changeable, and it can be seen that it is made by famous artists.

"I think it looks a bit like Zheng Shilan's handwriting."

I don't know who said such a sentence in the crowd, and then some people responded one after another:

"I also think it looks a bit like it."

"I didn't think so before, but after hearing what you said, it seems to be the case."

The echoes gradually increased, but the smarter and more knowledgeable people did not speak. Instead, they turned around and went back to find their employers, and told them their views and details.

It turned out that although Zheng Shilan was considered a famous painter in the previous dynasties, he did not have many works left behind. In addition, he was not as famous as Zhang Rujian, a painter of the same era, and Song Guping. To put it bluntly, he There is no collection value, even if it is really bought, it is not easy to resell.

When the employers heard this, they immediately retreated in their hearts.

Originally, they had the idea of ​​living in rare goods, but now they were told that there was no money to be made, so why did they come to buy paintings?
But there was one person among them, who stepped forward across the garden and came to Zhang Yi: "It seems that you don't have much interest in this painting, Mr. Zhang might as well leave this painting to me, but I'm a brave person." It’s relatively small, so I’d like to ask Mr. Zhang to give me a day, and after I invite someone to identify the origin of this painting, how about I pay for it and buy it?”

This man was seven feet long, born like a jade tree facing the wind, about a young age and with a weak crown. He was dressed in a straight silk gown that made his figure more upright, and the navy blue color also made him look very calm and reliable.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the name card he was carrying with him and gave it to Zhang Yi: "I forgot to declare my family name, my surname is Zhang, and I live here temporarily just like Mr.

Zhang Yi took the name card, took a look at it, and became serious.He nodded and said: "Since you have said that, how can I have no reason for it?"

On the red paper is the name and taboo written in lacquered gold, and in the lower right corner is a chrysanthemum drawn in ink.

Autumn chrysanthemums are planted everywhere in Xin'an County, and it is common for elegant scholars to paint chrysanthemums on famous posts. However, there is only one family that can paint black chrysanthemums on famous posts, and that is the Prince's Mansion of Xin'an County.

If the people from the county prince's mansion spoke up, there would naturally be no need for the Jing'an Garden Fair to continue.Everyone dispersed like birds and beasts.

The next day, Zhang Yi really welcomed Zhang Ye with his entourage, and beside him was an old gentleman.

Zhang Ye said, "Sir, please take out the painting."

Zhang Yi turned sideways and made a "please" gesture: "I knew you were coming today, and I prepared it early in the morning. Please follow me."

Entering from the house, Zhang Ye and the others saw the picture from yesterday on the table.He whispered a few words to the people beside him, and after finishing speaking, the old man nodded and stepped forward.

After about an incense stick, the old gentleman returned to Zhang Ye tremblingly, and said, "My lord, this is indeed Zheng Shilan's authentic work."

Only then did Zhang Ye look at Zhang Yi: "Mr. Zhang, do you want to make an offer?"

Zhang Yi remembered the girl's order and stretched out a finger.

Zhang Ye said, "1000 taels? Yes."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yi shook his head: "1 taels."

Zhang Ye's complexion looked a little ugly for a moment, his smiling brows and eyes suddenly turned cold, as if a layer of ice had frozen, but the smile on the corner of his lips never disappeared, instead it grew stronger.He looked at Zhang Yi in front of him, and looked at him with the look of looking at an ant: "Mr. Zhang, is this 1 taels too much? As far as I know, you bought this painting for only a few dollars." Only a few hundred taels."

Zhang Yi looked back at him without hesitation: "Although a few hundred taels is small, it is all my belongings; 1 taels is a lot, but I believe it is just a drop in the bucket for the little prince."

After finishing speaking, there was a slight smile in his eyes, which looked a little sincere and a little sneering.

He approached Zhang Ye and whispered in his ear, "I know what this picture means, and you know it too. You know it, and I know it too, about Cheng Enhou."

After finishing speaking, he stood back again and said with a sigh: "Little prince, in this world, such a fair business is not uncommon!"

This young antique dealer, who seemed to have no city, finally revealed his true cunning face at this time.

Zhang Ye was not surprised by this either. He thought, the young man in front of him might not know what it means to say that power is better than justice.

"You are right, but have you forgotten what exactly is this place? No, you should be very clear, otherwise you would not have taken out this painting. Then there is only one answer, and you actually think , am I a good one?"

After Zhang Ye finished speaking, a well-dressed man came in with a knife. He did not shy away from the presence of outsiders at all, clasped his fists at Zhang Ye and said, "Little prince, the three hundred elites are already guarding the door, just waiting for your order. "

Zhang Ye waved his hand to signal him to go down, then looked at Zhang Yi again: "For the sake of your and my surname, I can treat it as if nothing happened just now, and still give you a thousand miles. Money or life, you have to think clearly ,Ok?"

"Painting is still money, please think about it carefully."

Zhang Ye suddenly raised his head and found that he had unexpectedly held the painting in his hand at some point.

And Zhang Yi still looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, with his eyelids drooping, he said with a meaningless smile: "I'm just a commoner, I die when I die, but if the painting is gone, there will be no second one. I don't know. Now the little prince thinks, who should figure it out?"

Zhang Ye clenched his teeth and squeezed out a laugh.

For a moment, he really wanted to order the guards outside the door to rush in and kill this ignorant dog.

But he only said in a cold voice: "Isn't it just money? I'll give it to you!"

Zhang Yi shook his head: "If it was just now, it's okay to say, but now, it's not enough for you to just give money."

"Don't push yourself too hard!" Zhang Ye clenched his hands into fists, and the backs of his hands were full of veins.

At this moment, a white-faced scholar next to him knocked on his hand with a folding fan, and said in a low voice, "My son, don't be impulsive."

(End of this chapter)