There is a lot of this kind of drain water every day.
When Fangzhou's reputation really rises one day, that will be the time for the three pillars to stand up.
After dinner, I chatted with Zhou Degui and got a lot of valuable information from him, including the headquarters' biennial comprehensive competition.
Zhou Degui is indeed a very rare and valuable helper.
I moved into the appraisal center yesterday, and it only took one night to regain my former state. He is more skilled than me in operating machines and instruments.
In less than twenty-four hours of getting along with him, I learned another kind of Fangzhou’s spirit from him.
That is high standards and strict requirements.
While chatting, a cheer of surprise and joy came.
The witch Qi Yan rushed straight into the appraisal center, screamed "Uncle Gui" heartbreakingly, hugged Zhou Degui tightly, and burst into tears instantly.
Zhou Degui, who was hugged tightly by Qi Yan, was almost dead. His face was as red as a monkey's butt, and he kept shouting to let go.
Qi Yan didn't care at all, she squatted directly in front of Zhou Degui, held Zhou Degui in her hands and kissed him hard and hard, calling him Uncle Gui while kissing, laughing and crying at the same time.
He kept making Zhou Degui look miserable and refused to give up.
The little cousin looked at it dumbfounded and didn't know why.
I was so close to Zhou Degui that the witch completely ignored me, as if I were a stranger.
I watched quietly, recalling Tu Laoliang's serious warning to me, and gained a new understanding of this witch who fell in love with everyone she met. .
I originally wanted to wait until Qi Yan and Zhou Degui finished reminiscing about old times and inquire in detail about the possibility of cheating in the comprehensive competition, but I received a call midway. I immediately jumped up and shouted to take care of Yu Yi, put on my clothes and ran out.
An hour later, I appeared at the Yandu TV building.
It was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived, and there was a long queue outside the building, as far as the eye could see.
There is a banner hanging at the door.
"Collection World Free Treasure Appraisal Activity Day."
Collecting the World, Yan Xia Gate and Shen Er’s Folk Treasure Hunting are all the most popular treasure appraisal columns now.
In addition to free treasure appraisal, Yandu’s Collecting World Activity Day also has exchange activities.
The Mongolian girl ran down the steps, took my hand and rushed forward, which made many folk collectors who had worked hard to queue for most of the day extremely unhappy and complained.
The elevator went straight to the seventh floor, and with the blessing of the Mongolian girl's press pass, we entered the lobby unimpeded.
"Tong, we have to fight together again this time. They are so bullying. He obviously wrote it, but they just don't admit it."
"Thank you for remembering me as your comrade."
"We are not comrades in arms."
"what is that?"
"We are... buddies."
Entering the noisy hall, the Mongolian girl kept grabbing my hand and rushed left and right to the northeast corner.
Far away, I saw a familiar face.
The ancient old man in front of him was so unpretentious that he looked like an obscure old man at a construction site squatting at the junction of the carriages on the train.
When we arrived in front of the old man Gu Xi, the Mongolian girl didn't give me a chance to introduce him at all, and directly called to someone by the window.
"Master Gu. I have found the witness you requested."
"You ask my friends."
Near the window, there are two long tables covered with velvet.
A grizzled old man behind the long table raised his head and glanced at me lightly, and responded in a nonchalant manner: "No matter who you call, it can't change the fact that this word is false."
"The facts are the facts. It doesn't matter who comes."
On the phone, the Mongolian girl already explained what happened to me.
Now that I'm here, I didn't say anything. I turned out the eight-foot-long painting on the table and sprayed it directly at the gray old man.
"Master Gu, the bean juice is salty and sweet, so you can drink it randomly, but you can't speak nonsense about your judgment."
"This painting of the nave was written with my own eyes by Mrs. Wang Jingshen, and then received from Master Tao Bozhen with my own hands."
"Why do you say he is fake? Where is the evidence?"
The eight-foot calligraphy painting in front of me is the old and despicable grand hall I made for Mei Sandai, but the appraiser named Gu did not admit it.
The person named Gu is from Modu, specializes in calligraphy and painting appraisal, and has a high reputation in the provinces south of the Yangtze River. He is also the special guest of this issue of Collecting the World.
"Young man, don't get excited. First of all, let me tell you that I have seen the original calligraphy of Mr. Wang..."
Master Gu probably saw that I was too stubborn about biting eggs. His expression was quite calm, and his words were filled with arrogance and disdain that he was the authority and I was the ***.
"Mr. Wang is very old, and his handwriting is not strong enough to write such powerful handwriting. Besides, Mr. Wang is good at small characters, and you are totally wrong."
"Besides, the timing of this calligraphy is wrong."
"As far as I know, Mr. Wang has never inscribed anyone else in the past ten years. Let alone such a large size."
"You said you saw it with your own eyes..."
After patiently waiting for Master Gu to ramble for a while, I asked him coldly: "Are you done?"
"It's my turn?"
Master Gu glanced at me with an extremely impatient and disgusting expression, and turned his pitch-black face away.
I have never looked down upon the masters of the antique industry.
Regardless of whether they are public or private, anyone who has anything to do with Wen Bo and Old Despicable will kill them if they get the chance!
Immediately I responded unceremoniously.
"Master Gu, please listen to the question!"
As soon as the three words "please listen" came out, the big Mongolian girl next to her couldn't help but pull up the corner of her mouth and smiled happily.
"You said that Mrs. Wang Jingsong has not written in the past ten years. Then on the last day of Baoli's autumn auction last month, who wrote the painting "The Great Hall" signed Xiaoyaozi that sold for 240,000?"
Master Gu was stunned for a moment, his eyelids blinking, showing a bit of confusion.
As soon as I saw Master Gu's appearance, I knew that he didn't know about this at all.
The matter of Old Despicable's calligraphy auction made a splash in the vast sea of news every day.
If Old Despicable had sent it, his first calligraphy auction would have definitely left a mark in history.
"Excuse me, Master Gu. Turn your face to the left and look at me. The enthusiastic crowd is asking you something."
