After looking at the time, it was still early, so Wang Yu decided to just do it, put on his shoes, went downstairs, took a taxi and set off.
When he arrived at the antique street again, Wang Yu obviously felt that there were more people than when he came in the morning. It may also be due to the time. Many people like to go shopping at six or seven o'clock, after all, they can stagger the rush hour of commuting.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Yu started shopping one by one in this ancient street. There were calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, ancient coins, stones, wood, bronzes, incense burners, etc. There were many that Wang Yu could not name or even see. Saw it. This shows how long and far-reaching our culture is.
After walking for about half an hour, Wang Yu was attracted by the sound of quarreling at a stall in front of him. He saw that this stall only contained one item, a painting.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing a washed gray coat on the upper body, black trousers with a little dirt on the lower body, and a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes on his feet (similar to old Beijing cloth shoes, the thousand-layer soles are purely handmade with one stitch and one thread). Made in a rural area, I used to wear it a lot when I was a kid. It’s very comfortable.)
Looking at the stall owner's dress, Wang Yu felt that he must be from a distant mountain village, so out of curiosity, he got closer to hear what the quarrel was about. After a while, Wang Yu basically understood the situation.
As an antique street that has existed for a long time, there are bound to be some default rules. People who come often know this.
It was probably the first time for this middle-aged man to set up a stall. He didn't know the rules here, so he just found a random place and started setting up a stall.
He was thinking about whether he could sell the calligraphy and paintings in his hands as soon as possible so that he could rush home. However, there happened to be an open store two or three meters behind him, and the middle-aged man would be asked to leave in a short while.
He said that the middle-aged man's shabby appearance had affected his business, or he would sell the painting to him for two thousand.
There were also several enthusiastic stall holders around, and they all began to accuse the shop owner of his faults. They clearly wanted to buy other people's calligraphy and paintings at low prices and bully them for not understanding the market.
The store owner is named Gao Yuan. He has been operating in this antique street for about ten years, and his overall reputation is not very good.
Therefore, the usual business is relatively deserted, and other stall holders know this, so they all avoid his place. However, I didn't expect that this middle-aged man accidentally set up a stall here today.
Gao Yuan studied the painting carefully at first, and he should have figured out something, so he knew what happened next.
As he spoke, Wang Yu shifted his gaze to the calligraphy and painting. Through Wang Yu's careful observation, he could see nothing from the appearance, and there was no corresponding luck.
Just when Wang Yu was about to look away.
"etc".
Wang Yu suddenly discovered that there was another painting inside the painting, which was the legendary painting within a painting, using a fake painting on the outside to protect the real painting inside.
It turned out to be like this, maybe Gao Yuan also saw something. After all, he is a person who has been immersed in antiques all year round, and he has some skills in him.
At this time, the middle-aged man said: Brother, please be kind. This is a painting handed down from my family. If it were not for the purpose of treating children, I would not sell it at all. I will leave as soon as I sell it. I will never sell it. Affect your business.
Gao Yuan said: That's okay. Since you want to treat your child, I'll give you an increase of one thousand. If you sell it to me for three thousand, why don't you sell it?
The middle-aged man said: Brother, don't be joking. This is a real painting, and I want to sell it for 400,000 yuan. The difference between 3,000 yuan and 3,000 yuan is too far.
Wang Yu thought to himself: Otherwise, people from rural areas are easily bullied when they enter the city. You can see it now. If you weren't an honest middle-aged man, Gao Yuan probably wouldn't dare to do this.
I bought it for 400,000 yuan. Just when everyone was blaming Gao Yuan, Wang Yu suddenly said.
When the middle-aged man heard that someone was buying it for 400,000 yuan, he followed the sound happily and hurriedly asked: Is this guy really buying it?
When Gao Yuan heard this, he immediately became anxious and said: Where did you come from, this young boy? Do you think that 400,000 yuan is just paper that you can just take out? At your age, you can't even afford 40,000 yuan, so you can just play around.
Before Wang Yu could speak, someone in the crowd said: Isn't this the little brother who missed a piece of blue and white porcelain this morning and sold it for 1.2 million? Is he here to pick it up again? The person said with a slight smile.
