A few people turned into another antique street. There were still stalls on the roadside, and various accents rang out among the crowd. After looking at more than a dozen stalls, Li Mo walked into an antique store. What this antique store sold was not porcelain or sculptures, but pure calligraphy and paintings.
This is an antique store that specializes in selling Chinese calligraphy and painting, and the boss and shop assistants here are all Chinese.
"welcome."
When they saw Li and Mo walking into the store, a woman in her thirties came up to them and said with a smile.
"With a strong Sichuan accent." Li Mo smiled and said, "Just like the authentic Sichuan cuisine, you will definitely not forget it as long as you speak it. Are you coming to the United States to work, or are you a Chinese who has settled here?"
"I just came out to work with my elders. I have roots in China and will never give up. Sir, you look familiar, as if I have seen you somewhere."
The woman looked at Li Mo's face a little suspiciously.
"When I was in China, I often thought my face looked familiar. In fact, I have a popular face. I look like everyone, but as soon as I turn around, I forget what I look like. Do you only sell calligraphy and painting in your store? Do you have any other antiques? Can you see me?"
"There are also some gold, silver and jade jewelry on the counter. Do you want to take a look?"
"Let me take a look at the calligraphy works first. Do you have any good calligraphy and painting recommendations?"
The woman looked at Li Mo's young face, then at the people behind him, and said hesitantly: "Sir, do you mean you want to take a look at the ancient paintings?"
Seeing her expression, Li Mo guessed what she was thinking. He just smiled and said, "I'm just talking casually. Take a look at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall."
Not to mention, the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall look very similar at first glance. Some calligraphy imitations are very precise, but the paper and decoration are very old. Especially the seals on many of the calligraphy and paintings really seem to have some flavor.
"Are these all ancient paintings?"
Li Mo turned to look at her.
"Sir, the antique industry is all about discernment."
This answer is very good, but what can be openly displayed is at least not true enough in their eyes. Otherwise, it has been well protected long ago, how could it be hanging like this waiting for others to pick on it. Of course, this is for insiders, and outsiders will probably be a little shocked when they see this scene.
At this time, several more people walked in. One of them was wearing a crisp suit with a serious face, while the other five looked cautious. The owner of the store entertained them personally, and then enthusiastically introduced the calligraphy and painting in the store to them.
"Mr. Qin, this group of people want to come to the store to buy an authentic calligraphy work as a gift for a friend. Their friend is a Chinese and is very talented in China, so they hope the store owner can help them recommend one. Frame."
May was translating in a low voice.
"Then let's take a look. Maybe there are some good original calligraphy and paintings in this store."
The store owner quickly took out three long boxes from the back room. He opened the first one, carefully took out a scroll painting from it, and slowly spread it out on the counter.
"Everyone, please take a look. This is the original "Picture of Beauty" by Tang Yin, one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty in China."
Tang Yin’s authentic work? Li Mo stretched out his head to take a look, and then immediately withdrew his gaze. Even if there was no need to date the alien child, there were several flaws in such a painting. He didn't know where this boss got his confidence.
One of the buyers identified the man as having a Chinese appearance and in his fifties. He took out clean white gloves from his bag and put them on, then took out a magnifying glass and began to identify them one by one. After looking at them for about five minutes, he straightened up and shook his head slightly at his boss.
"I also have an authentic cursive work by Zhu Zhishan, one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty. It is called "Inscription on a Humble Room". I bought it from an antique market in China, but it cost a lot of money. Please take a look."
Li Mo couldn't laugh or cry, someone actually cheated and got it on his head. Zhu Zhishan's wildly scrawled "Inscription on a Humble Room" was in his own hands, and he actually encountered a kid here. He looked at it curiously, hey, this calligraphy is not bad, at least it has a bit of the essence of Kuangcao.
In addition, the old paper and the seal on the watch are very similar to those of Ming Dynasty. Even those who don't understand it can really be fooled. The appraisal expert was slightly stunned when he saw this piece of calligraphy, and then leaned down to examine it carefully.
This time he spent a lot of time, observing carefully from beginning to end, seemingly trying to find flaws. But the level of imitation of "The Inscription on a Humble Room" was so high that he couldn't figure it out for a while.
Li Mo waited with interest, wondering if this appraisal expert was half-assed? About ten minutes later, he straightened up and looked back at the forty-year-old woman next to his boss.
The latter understood, also put on gloves and walked to the counter to look carefully.
"Mr. Qin, is the "Humble Room Inscription" written by Zhu Zhishan, one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty, authentic?" Wu Yue asked in a low voice.
Li Mo shook his head: "I don't know yet. If they are not interested, I can start to think about it."
The two appraisal experts exchanged their thoughts and then communicated with the boss for a few minutes.
"Boss, how much does this painting cost?"
"This is an authentic work by Zhu Zhishan. Very few of his works have been handed down to the world, so each one is valuable. If you sincerely want to buy it, I will give you a real price of three million US dollars."
Li Mo almost couldn't help laughing. The original Zhu Zhishan Kuangcao was worth over 100 million yuan in the domestic auction market, but it was only around 20 million yuan when converted here.
But for this price, this group of people did not show any abnormality.
"Three million dollars is too high, so we offer $880,000."
No matter where it is, the mode of bargaining is the same. The only difference is that some people really bargain when they bargain, and they wish they could cut it down to the bottom. Some people bargain with a guilty conscience, fearing that they will offend the seller and cause the transaction to fall through.
When Li Mo heard their bid, he knew that they were going to make a mistake, and he already believed that it was the authentic work of Zhu Zhishan.
Sure enough, the store owner waved his hand and even said that if he sold it at this price, he would lose even his underwear.
"If you are really serious, I will give you a little bit, but I will never bargain like you. If you really feel that this authentic painting of Zhu Zhishan Kuangcao from the Ming Dynasty is too expensive, you can look at the third ancient calligraphy and painting."
The shop owner quickly rolled up the painting, put it in the box like a treasure, and placed it under the counter. Then the third long box was opened, and what was spread out in front of everyone was an ink painting.
"This is the authentic work "Mandarin Ducks, Bamboos and Stones" by Bada Shanren, a great painter in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties."
