Li Mo rolled up the calligraphy and painting carefully. The wind in the alley here is very strong, so it is not suitable for further observation.
"Boss, what's the origin of this calligraphy?"
There was embarrassment on the man's face, and he murmured: "The appraisal fee is high. In fact, I have only authenticated four paintings. The one you have has no money to authenticate, so I don't know the specific situation."
When he said this, Li Mo's doubts disappeared. If other people had seen this calligraphy, they would definitely realize that it was different, and they would not know who had picked it up and missed it.
Thinking of this, Li Mo returned all the calligraphy and paintings to the man.
"Brother, what do you think after reading this?"
"You have identified four of the five paintings and calligraphy. Only one of them, Liu Zizhuang's, has some origins. But based on my experience, the highest price among the bosses who have bid you before will not exceed 30,000 yuan. The other three paintings you I don’t think I’ll even give it away for free.”
"There is another piece of calligraphy that you haven't had time to appraise yet, and the price is even harder to say."
Li Mo hit the nail on the head. The man rubbed his hands and said, "Brother is a sensible person. Do you think this will work? I don't know the value of this calligraphy that has not yet been appraised. It may be worthless, or it may be priceless. Yes If you make a profit, you lose 50-50, do you dare to take a gamble?"
"What do you mean?" Li Mo was surprised.
"I bet that this calligraphy will be valuable or priceless. Together with Liu Zizhuang's painting, I will bid a total of 60,000 yuan."
Li Mo glanced at Niu Sanpang.
Niu Sanpang didn't lose his money this time. He said from the side: "We can offer up to 40,000 yuan. Even if we lose, we won't be hurt."
"Both brothers, forty thousand is too little. If I add ten thousand more, I am taking a risk, just in case this calligraphy is valuable."
"Fifty thousand is fifty thousand, win or lose half."
Li Mo saw that he was anxious and made a decisive decision.
The transaction went smoothly. The man received a text message that the money had arrived and left in a hurry with excitement.
"Master Li, will the fifty thousand be lost?"
Li Mo asked him back: "When have you seen me pay compensation?"
"Ah, is that Liu Zizhuang's painting valuable?"
"If I really buy Liu Zizhuang's paintings, my bid will not exceed 10,000." Li Mo threw three worthless paintings into a trash can not far away, and then stuffed the remaining two paintings into a large backpack.
Niu Sanpang was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "You mean that word?"
"That's wild cursive calligraphy. It should have some background. I want to go back and think about it carefully."
Niu Sanpang looked at the sea of people: "Why don't you go back today and come back tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll take some time to authenticate the calligraphy. As for the plum blossom cup, pen sea and snuff bottle, please help me take them home and put them away first."
"Master Li, I'll make a call and go to my house for dinner tonight."
"I won't go through today. I'll contact Mr. Qin later. He is a big collector of calligraphy and painting. He can provide good reference opinions during the appraisal."
"I'll see you off and drop you off at the entrance of the alley. I don't dare to go into that courtyard. Facing Grandpa Qin will be very stressful."
"Then let me make a call first to see if the old man is at home?"
Li Mo dialed Mr. Qin's cell phone. It rang for more than thirty seconds before he was connected. The voice on the other end did not belong to the old man, but to someone with a slightly deep and dignified voice.
"Are you Li Mo?"
"Yes, are you?"
"I am Qin Guoli, Sirui's uncle. The old man is playing chess and asked me to take over. If there is something important or urgent, I will ask him to call you."
"It's not an urgent matter. I'm in Kyoto now. I have a piece of calligraphy in my hand, and I want to ask Mr. Qin for advice. Well, it is a piece of wild cursive calligraphy, which is of a very high level, so..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Guoli: "Wait a minute, I'll let the old man take over."
"Dad, Li Mo's phone number, he has a piece of wild cursive calligraphy in his hand."
"Give me the phone quickly."
Mr. Qin's laughter came from the other end of the phone: "My dear friend, the calligraphy that you like is definitely not simple. Come directly over here and let us have a good discussion."
"I won't disturb you, will I?"
"I just found someone to play chess when I was too busy. Come here quickly."
"Okay, I'll go there now."
After hanging up the phone, the two walked towards the SUV.
"Three Fatties, what does Miss Sirui's uncle do?"
"Uncle Qin is also in the courtyard?" Niu Sanpang showed fear in his eyes, and he made a shooting motion, "There are stars on his shoulders."
Li Mo immediately understood what he meant. The Qin family's background was really strong.
At the entrance of the alley, Niu Sanpang stopped the car and urged him to get out of the car. Before he could stand still, the off-road vehicle was already roaring away.
Is the Qin family compound so scary?
Li Mo put his bag on his back and walked along the alley. When he came to the door, he saw the stocky Bajiquan master standing there waiting for him.
"Mr. Qin is waiting for you in the study."
"Thank you."
Li Mo cupped his fists, which is a greeting ceremony in traditional martial arts.
In the study, Mr. Qin was playing chess with someone. The old man sitting opposite him was in his early seventies, with a head full of white hair, combed meticulously. He sat there with his back straight and his eyes still focused. He has age spots on his hands, his fingers are thick, and he can handle chess very powerfully.
"General."
With a bang, the chess piece raised by the white-haired old man slammed hard, the sound was loud and full of momentum.
"Old man Shi, I lost this round."
Mr. Qin looked at the chess game and took the initiative to admit defeat.
"Old man Qin, I am not happy about winning this game. You are obviously not interested in the game."
"Haha, old man Shi, I'm really sorry this time. The main reason is that the kid I know will be here soon. That kid most likely found another amazing calligraphy and painting, otherwise he wouldn't be in a hurry. Gotta run this way.”
"Is that the kid who destroyed two desperadoes with a few punches?"
"It's him. That kid is really tough. If he joins the army, he will be a good material."
"Then I would like to see him in person."
"It seems it's time."
Just as he was talking, there were footsteps outside the door. A few seconds later, Li Mo walked into the study from the outside and said with a smile: "Old man, I'm disturbing you again."
"Come on, come on, sit here."
Li Mo didn't sit down immediately when he came to the coffee table, because there was an old man in the study. He looked thin and had sharp eyes. Although he didn't speak, just looking at him made him feel an invisible majesty. .
"Old man Shi, is this young man okay?"
The white-haired old man looked away, pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "Sit down."
"Li Mo, this is the poem of my old comrade named Shi. You can learn from Sirui and call him Grandpa Shi. It's not a loss."
"Grandpa Shi." Li Mo shouted respectfully.
The white-haired old man looked at Old Qin meaningfully. It seemed that the old man really liked Li Mo.
"Don't stand around, come and taste Dahongpao."
Dahongpao is the fragrance, leaving endless aftertaste in your mouth.
"You did a good job in Jinling. You recovered most of the national treasures and assisted the police in solving major cases."
"I'm just doing it for fun, but I really haven't done much."
"Hahaha, no matter you did it or not, everyone knows the credit anyway. By the way, that boy in my family admires you very much and helped him untie the knot that he had suffered for many years. We are all young people. We can communicate more if we have the opportunity in the future. .”
At this moment, the white-haired old man asked: "Little boy, is the Yang Guifei bracelet you found in Jinling really able to be transshipped as said on the Internet?"
It seems that Concubine Yang’s bracelet was well publicized, and even they knew about it.
"Grandpa Shi, if you believe it, it will come true. If you don't believe it, then it doesn't exist at all. To put it bluntly, it's a psychological effect."
The white-haired old man picked up the tea cup with a thoughtful look on his face.
