The man in front of him who was not in a good mental state did not lie. He did have a calligraphy and painting from the Qing Dynasty in his hand, but he did not know that there was another calligraphy and painting from the Ming Dynasty.
Judging from the dazzling blue ocean aperture just now, the calligraphy and painting are very extraordinary. They must be the works of celebrities that everyone is familiar with.
"Master Li, do you want to take a look?"
"I'm curious, I want to see which scholar left the original work."
As soon as he saw something going on, the man immediately smiled and said, "Brothers, how about we find a quieter place and I take out all the calligraphy and paintings and show them to you one by one?"
"Okay, let's find a place to look."
Li Mo was not afraid of what tricks he would play. He and Niu Sanpang followed him out of Liuli Street, and the three of them found an alley and walked in. Seeing that he was far away from the street, the man stopped and said, "It's quiet here, why don't I show it to you two?"
"There is a cross-street wind here. If the wind accidentally blows over when opening the scroll, it may damage the calligraphy and painting, which is a bit dangerous."
Li Mo felt the wind speed, which was quite strong. Naturally, he didn't want to stay in this place and look at paintings. Forget about the calligraphy and painting from the Qing Dynasty, the main thing was the magnificent masterpiece from the Ming Dynasty. There must be no mistakes at all, otherwise he would have regrets in his life.
"The three of us will block each other, and nothing will happen." The man didn't care. He took out a picture from the bag, handed it to Li Mo and said, "Brother, take a look first."
Li Mo frowned slightly and took out two pairs of gloves from his bag, one for himself and one for Niu Sanpang. He put on the gloves before taking the man's painting.
"My brother is a professional in this field at first glance. He is very particular about what he does."
Li Mo was too lazy to respond to his praise, and let Niu Sanpang block the street wind a little, and slowly opened the scroll in his hand.
It is a painting. The picture is of an old farmer leading a cow and passing by a tall weeping willow tree. The old farmer was still holding a dry cigarette in his hand, with his body hunched over and a broken straw hat on his head.
The distant and close views blend into each other, and the whole picture looks quite coordinated, not the kind of random graffiti.
His eyes fell on the seal, which was made of seal cutting. Li Mo carefully identified the three characters: Liu Zizhuang. In his mind, he began to recall whether he had encountered any information about this person when reading some documents from the Qing Dynasty.
It's a pity that I can't recall it and have no impression at all.
"Brother, this seal is written by Liu Zizhuang. I specially paid for someone to interpret it. He is a genuine number one scholar in the Qing Dynasty."
Niu Sanpang took out his cell phone and said, "I'm going to search to see if there is any record of this person."
His surprise soon came.
"There really is such a person, Mr. Li, take a look."
Li Mo took the phone and looked at the content on it. Liu Zizhuang had dominated the world for six years in Shunzhi and was highly appreciated by Emperor Shunzhi. It's just that this man lived until he was forty years old before he was awarded the No. 1 Scholar. After only three years as an official, he returned home due to illness and died later.
In other words, this champion scholar died of illness soon after his glory, and he was regarded as withdrawing from the stage of history after walking around the court. His works during his lifetime will naturally have no impact after his death.
If it weren't for the convenience of checking the information database on his mobile phone, he wouldn't even be able to figure out who Liu Zizhuang is.
"How about it, little brother, I'm not lying to you. This is definitely the original work of Zhuangyuan Lang. If you count the time, it is at least three hundred years old." The man said earnestly.
"How do you think of this painting, Master Li?"
"It is a work from the early Qing Dynasty. It should be the authentic work of the number one scholar during the Shunzhi Emperor's reign." Li Mo nodded, acknowledging this, but then he sighed softly.
"Master Li, since this painting is authentic, why do you sigh and shake your head?"
"I finally understand why the bids in those antique stores are lower than the other. In the ancient painting market, some paintings are auctioned for one or two hundred million, tens of millions, or millions. But no one takes a second look at some ancient paintings. Such a large gap is mainly due to the author's own reasons."
"The greater the fame, the more popular the work, the higher the market price. Who knows this Liu Zizhuang? Who has heard of it? I guess very few people know that this man has also appeared on the stage in history, but it ended too early. This The painting has little collection value and will not be recognized in the market, so the price will naturally not be high."
The man was now anxious. Everything he had experienced was rightly described by Li Mo. It was because Liu Zizhuang was so unknown that even the owners of several antique shops he went to had never heard of this person in history. Although they also found some records about him in the literature, the works left by such a person will not receive any attention in the antique market.
Even if you pay tens of thousands of yuan, you will probably end up losing money.
"Master Li, according to what you said, this painting is not for nothing." Niu Sanpang suddenly lost interest. He thought that with the blessing of the title of Number One Scholar, this painting might be used for speculation, but Li Mo said this After all, there is no point in buying it back.
"It's not so absolute. Some people like the painting itself and don't care about its value. Then this painting can still be bought back and collected." Li Mo rolled up the painting and said to the man, "Boss, this painting You have made offers several times but no one has accepted it, so I am a little interested. It depends on how you bid. If the price exceeds your expectations, then you can only take it back and keep it for yourself."
The man was very confused and depressed. He thought that these two people were too young and had no means. If he continued to fool around, he might be able to make a small fortune. Now it seems that although the other party is young, his eyesight is not low.
"Brother is a sensible person, I don't want more, just 50,000 yuan."
Li Mo smiled and said: "Boss, think about it again. I will also look at other calligraphy and paintings. If you like them all, we will make a bid together."
"That's okay, little brother, take a look."
The man took out the remaining four paintings and calligraphy and handed them to Li Mo, not afraid that he would run away with the paintings.
Li Mo opened the second picture, which was also a picture of a baby playing. The painting was rough and had no sense of beauty at all. The third picture is a copybook, written in block letters, but unfortunately the writing is not strong enough. The fourth painting was another painting. When Li Mo saw this painting, he wanted to complain to his face because such a crude painting could be kept at home.
"Boss, are these paintings really left by your elders?"
"Really, I was too short on money, so I took it out and wanted to take action."
"Except for the first one, these three paintings are very ordinary and of little value. I don't know what the fifth one is. I'll take another look."
The fifth painting is extremely rare and truly priceless. The wind blowing through the alley became stronger and stronger. As soon as I opened the painting in my hand a little, the pages began to flutter.
Li Mo quickly took it in front of him to reduce the force of the wind. He opened it a little carefully, but didn't dare to open it all.
What caught my eye were a dozen words.
"What kind of font is this? I can't recognize a word of it. Damn it." Niu Sanpang stretched out his head to take a look and immediately cursed, "Can't someone draw the ghost talisman?"
Li Mo glared at him again.
"I'm just too depressed, so I'm talking nonsense. This is cursive font, I still know a little bit about it." Niu Sanpang scratched his head in embarrassment. Just for a moment, Li Mo's eyes were extremely sharp, piercing him like a knife. In his heart, he couldn't help but feel chilled.
Crazy grass!
Stunning wild grass!
Whose mad grass is this?
Li Mo's hands were trembling slightly, and the dozens of cursive fonts seemed to be given life and turned into dragons and snakes coiled on the paper.
