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Han Bin got out of the taxi and saw a fat figure standing at the entrance of antique street.
With a piece of cake in hand, I don't know what it is.
"Uncle, what time is it? How can you have breakfast?"
"I got up late today. I went out for exercise again, and my meal was delayed." Wang Qingsheng is not clear.
"Where shall we collect the paintings?"
"It's on this antique street, walking and talking." Wang Qingsheng leads the way in front of him. To be exact, he is eating and walking while his mouth is full. How can he free up to speak.
Wang Qingsheng's eating speed is very fast. After walking for a short time, the pancakes have been eaten.
Wang Qingsheng wiped his hands, showing a satisfied look: "full, eat well in the morning, the spirit of this day."
Han Bin laughed and asked, "uncle, is the place where you want to collect paintings also an antique shop?"
"It's not a shop, it's a stall." Wang Qingsheng pointed to the front: "no, it's the one with the colored flag in front."
Han Bin looked around. Not far from the stall, there was a small colored flag. There were a lot of antiques on the stall. A man and a woman were sitting behind to watch the stall.
As they approached, they looked more carefully at the stall. A man and a woman, about 40 years old, looked like a husband and wife. The man's skin was very black, with a waist bag and a military green coat. He squatted like an old farmer.
The woman was wearing a red down jacket and a gray bag on her back. She yelled: "don't miss it when you pass by. It's a time-honored brand that has been on the stand for decades. It's absolutely authentic..."
"Uncle, it's not very loud." Han Bin said with a smile.
"Don't you think it's a little silly?" Wang Qingsheng asked.
Han Bin nodded, feeling a little bit.
"That's right. People have been doing business with this kind of foolishness for so many years. Compared with other stalls, their business is just as good." Wang Qingsheng said.
"What's the point?"
Wang Qingsheng smiles and pats Han Bin on the shoulder: "it can only be understood, but not expressed."
Two people went to the stall, Wang Qingsheng said: "Lao Lin, come out so early to practice stall."
"Brother Wang, I can't compare with you. There are many children in my family. I have to pay close attention to my tuition." Said the stall owner, known as Lao Lin.
"Lao Lin, it's like you're eyeing me." Wang Qingsheng said with a bitter smile.
"Don't say that. I envy you. I'm old and young. I'm under a lot of pressure. I don't drink half a jin of wine every day. I don't want to sleep." Lao Lin said.
"Lao Lin, if your painting of Han xuankun is still there, let me take care of it."
"Oh, I see it." Lao Lin said with a smile.
"No, I just want to see the real work of Han xuankun." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.
"Well, you wait. I'll get it for you."
"Don't mention it. Let's change places and go to the teahouse." Wang Qingsheng suggested.
"Yo, the sun is coming out in the West today. It's the first time that brother Wang invited me to tea." Lao Lin joked, but in his heart, he was just like the mirror, knowing that Wang Qingsheng was looking at him.
Lao Lin told his wife a few words, carefully found a wooden box from the iron box next to him, and followed Wang Qingsheng.
They both set up stalls. In order to avoid too many people, it's better to find a quiet place.
Lao Yutou teahouse.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard the man's cry: "welcome, three distinguished guests, please come inside."
Han Bin looked around. The teahouse is divided into two floors. On the first floor, there are more than ten tables, two wooden shelves in the middle, and a lot of antiques, including jade, porcelain and bronze.
"There's room on the second floor."
"It's ready for you, upstairs, please." The man led three people to the private room on the second floor.
There are four private rooms on the second floor. There is a sign at the door, which says "pottery, jade, book and miscellaneous".
A line of three people into the bookroom.
There are more than 20 square meters in the private room, with two tables, a square table and a desk.
After they sat down, Lao Lin looked at Han Bin and asked, "what's the name of this gentleman?"
"This is my nephew Han Bin. If he is interested in collecting, I will take him to save him from paying tuition everywhere." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.
"Hello, boss Lin. "Said Han Bin.
"I can't be a boss. I'm a stall operator." Lao Lin waved his hand and looked at Han Bin: "brother Wang, you can be regarded as a successor."
While talking, two waiters came in, each carrying a wooden plate, one containing nuts and fruit, the other containing tea sets.
"Just leave it. We can make it ourselves." Wang Qingsheng said.
The waiter nodded and left the room.
Wang Qingsheng skillfully washed the tea set, then made a pot of Longjing tea and poured a cup for each of the three.Each of them had a cup of tea and chatted about the news in the industry.
Wang Qingsheng said, "Lao Lin, let me have a look at that painting again."
Lao Lin smiles. Although he doesn't know what Wang Qingsheng means by inviting himself.
Lao Lin took the wooden box to the book case and opened the lock on the box, which contained a picture scroll.
Lao Lin spread out the picture scroll, put it on the book case, and made a gesture of please: "brother Wang, please."
Wang Qingsheng put on his white gloves and went to the side of the painting to observe it. After seeing it, he took out a magnifying glass to observe it from beginning to end, from top to bottom, from left to right, from bottom to top, from right to left.
Han Bin was also a little curious. He took a look at it. It was a water ink landscape painting. In the distance, there were mountains, clouds, and misty mountains. Two grey cranes flew across the mountains. On the right side, there were two lines of calligraphy characters: "suddenly I heard the nine Sky Crane passing by, where can I find the immortal family?".
There is also a red seal on the bottom, with four words: "people of Wumu mountain".
Han Bin carefully looked at it several times. He had learned the skill of handwriting identification, but he still had some experience in calligraphy and painting.
After Han Bin finished watching, Wang Qingsheng was still serious.
Lao Lin is leisurely drinking tea, eating nuts, without the slightest urge meaning.
After watching for more than 40 minutes, Wang Qingsheng put away his magnifying glass, took off his gloves, sat down on a chair and poured a cup of tea: "I'm so tired."
Laolin took the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng. He said with a smile, "brother Wang, how are you looking? This painting is still in the eye."
"Good, good." Wang Qingsheng perfunctorily, ate a pistachio.
"Brother Wang, we Ming people don't talk in secret. I've been sitting with you for an hour. You're good, so you want to send me away."
"Lao Lin, I'll tell you the truth. I'm really interested in this, but I'm not sure." Wang Qingsheng shook his head.
Lao Lin did not answer, looking to the side of Han Bin: "Han little brother, what do you think?"
"Boss Lin, take the liberty to ask, where do you come from?" Han Bin said.
"Lao Lin, my nephew is a layman. Don't mind." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.
"Well, there's nothing to say." Lao Lin waved his hand and said, "this painting was collected by a distant relative of Han xuankun and I. It's absolutely authentic."
"Where did his distant relatives come from?" Han Bin asked.
"According to the distant relative, Han xuankun gave it to him, but I don't think so." Lao Lin shook his head, took a sip of tea and continued: "I feel like Han xuankun's relatives entrusted him to do it."
"If Han xuankun's relatives want to sell it, why don't they sell it in person? It's easier for people to believe it's genuine." Han Bin does not understand the way.
"This scholarly family is very respectable. Can a son sell his own paintings?"
With a smile, Lao Lin lowered his voice and said, "besides, soon after Han xuankun died, all his immediate family members went to take out the paintings. Those collectors have to wonder whether the paintings are worth collecting."
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Han Bin got out of the taxi and saw a fat figure standing at the entrance of antique street.
With a piece of cake in hand, I don't know what it is.
"Uncle, what time is it? How can you have breakfast?"
"I got up late today. I went out for exercise again, and my meal was delayed." Wang Qingsheng is not clear.
"Where shall we collect the paintings?"
"It's on this antique street, walking and talking." Wang Qingsheng leads the way in front of him. To be exact, he is eating and walking while his mouth is full. How can he free up to speak.
Wang Qingsheng's eating speed is very fast. After walking for a short time, the pancakes have been eaten.
Wang Qingsheng wiped his hands, showing a satisfied look: "full, eat well in the morning, the spirit of this day."
Han Bin laughed and asked, "uncle, is the place where you want to collect paintings also an antique shop?"
"It's not a shop, it's a stall." Wang Qingsheng pointed to the front: "no, it's the one with the colored flag in front."
Han Bin looked around. Not far from the stall, there was a small colored flag. There were a lot of antiques on the stall. A man and a woman were sitting behind to watch the stall.
As they approached, they looked more carefully at the stall. A man and a woman, about 40 years old, looked like a husband and wife. The man's skin was very black, with a waist bag and a military green coat. He squatted like an old farmer.
The woman was wearing a red down jacket and a gray bag on her back. She yelled: "don't miss it when you pass by. It's a time-honored brand that has been on the stand for decades. It's absolutely authentic..."
"Uncle, it's not very loud." Han Bin said with a smile.
"Don't you think it's a little silly?" Wang Qingsheng asked.
Han Bin nodded, feeling a little bit.
"That's right. People have been doing business with this kind of foolishness for so many years. Compared with other stalls, their business is just as good." Wang Qingsheng said.
"What's the point?"
Wang Qingsheng smiles and pats Han Bin on the shoulder: "it can only be understood, but not expressed."
Two people went to the stall, Wang Qingsheng said: "Lao Lin, come out so early to practice stall."
"Brother Wang, I can't compare with you. There are many children in my family. I have to pay close attention to my tuition." Said the stall owner, known as Lao Lin.
"Lao Lin, it's like you're eyeing me." Wang Qingsheng said with a bitter smile.
"Don't say that. I envy you. I'm old and young. I'm under a lot of pressure. I don't drink half a jin of wine every day. I don't want to sleep." Lao Lin said.
"Lao Lin, if your painting of Han xuankun is still there, let me take care of it."
"Oh, I see it." Lao Lin said with a smile.
"No, I just want to see the real work of Han xuankun." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.
"Well, you wait. I'll get it for you."
"Don't mention it. Let's change places and go to the teahouse." Wang Qingsheng suggested.
"Yo, the sun is coming out in the West today. It's the first time that brother Wang invited me to tea." Lao Lin joked, but in his heart, he was just like the mirror, knowing that Wang Qingsheng was looking at him.
Lao Lin told his wife a few words, carefully found a wooden box from the iron box next to him, and followed Wang Qingsheng.
They both set up stalls. In order to avoid too many people, it's better to find a quiet place.
Lao Yutou teahouse.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard the man's cry: "welcome, three distinguished guests, please come inside."
Han Bin looked around. The teahouse is divided into two floors. On the first floor, there are more than ten tables, two wooden shelves in the middle, and a lot of antiques, including jade, porcelain and bronze.
"There's room on the second floor."
"It's ready for you, upstairs, please." The man led three people to the private room on the second floor.
There are four private rooms on the second floor. There is a sign at the door, which says "pottery, jade, book and miscellaneous".
A line of three people into the bookroom.
There are more than 20 square meters in the private room, with two tables, a square table and a desk.
After they sat down, Lao Lin looked at Han Bin and asked, "what's the name of this gentleman?"
"This is my nephew Han Bin. If he is interested in collecting, I will take him to save him from paying tuition everywhere." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.
"Hello, boss Lin. "Said Han Bin.
"I can't be a boss. I'm a stall operator." Lao Lin waved his hand and looked at Han Bin: "brother Wang, you can be regarded as a successor."
While talking, two waiters came in, each carrying a wooden plate, one containing nuts and fruit, the other containing tea sets.
"Just leave it. We can make it ourselves." Wang Qingsheng said.
The waiter nodded and left the room.
Wang Qingsheng skillfully washed the tea set, then made a pot of Longjing tea and poured a cup for each of the three.Each of them had a cup of tea and chatted about the news in the industry.
Wang Qingsheng said, "Lao Lin, let me have a look at that painting again."
Lao Lin smiles. Although he doesn't know what Wang Qingsheng means by inviting himself.
Lao Lin took the wooden box to the book case and opened the lock on the box, which contained a picture scroll.
Lao Lin spread out the picture scroll, put it on the book case, and made a gesture of please: "brother Wang, please."
Wang Qingsheng put on his white gloves and went to the side of the painting to observe it. After seeing it, he took out a magnifying glass to observe it from beginning to end, from top to bottom, from left to right, from bottom to top, from right to left.
Han Bin was also a little curious. He took a look at it. It was a water ink landscape painting. In the distance, there were mountains, clouds, and misty mountains. Two grey cranes flew across the mountains. On the right side, there were two lines of calligraphy characters: "suddenly I heard the nine Sky Crane passing by, where can I find the immortal family?".
There is also a red seal on the bottom, with four words: "people of Wumu mountain".
Han Bin carefully looked at it several times. He had learned the skill of handwriting identification, but he still had some experience in calligraphy and painting.
After Han Bin finished watching, Wang Qingsheng was still serious.
Lao Lin is leisurely drinking tea, eating nuts, without the slightest urge meaning.
After watching for more than 40 minutes, Wang Qingsheng put away his magnifying glass, took off his gloves, sat down on a chair and poured a cup of tea: "I'm so tired."
Laolin took the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng. He said with a smile, "brother Wang, how are you looking? This painting is still in the eye."
"Good, good." Wang Qingsheng perfunctorily, ate a pistachio.
"Brother Wang, we Ming people don't talk in secret. I've been sitting with you for an hour. You're good, so you want to send me away."
"Lao Lin, I'll tell you the truth. I'm really interested in this, but I'm not sure." Wang Qingsheng shook his head.
Lao Lin did not answer, looking to the side of Han Bin: "Han little brother, what do you think?"
"Boss Lin, take the liberty to ask, where do you come from?" Han Bin said.
"Lao Lin, my nephew is a layman. Don't mind." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.
"Well, there's nothing to say." Lao Lin waved his hand and said, "this painting was collected by a distant relative of Han xuankun and I. It's absolutely authentic."
"Where did his distant relatives come from?" Han Bin asked.
"According to the distant relative, Han xuankun gave it to him, but I don't think so." Lao Lin shook his head, took a sip of tea and continued: "I feel like Han xuankun's relatives entrusted him to do it."
"If Han xuankun's relatives want to sell it, why don't they sell it in person? It's easier for people to believe it's genuine." Han Bin does not understand the way.
"This scholarly family is very respectable. Can a son sell his own paintings?"
With a smile, Lao Lin lowered his voice and said, "besides, soon after Han xuankun died, all his immediate family members went to take out the paintings. Those collectors have to wonder whether the paintings are worth collecting."
Han Bin got out of the taxi and saw a fat figure standing at the entrance of antique street. With a piece of cake in hand, I don't know what it is. "Uncle, what time is it? How can you have breakfast?" "I got up late today. I went out for exercise again, and my meal was delayed." Wang Qingsheng is not clear. "Where shall we collect the paintings?" "It's on this antique street, walking and talking." Wang Qingsheng leads the way in front of him. To be exact, he is eating and walking while his mouth is full. How can he free up to speak. Wang Qingsheng's eating speed is very fast. After walking for a short time, the pancakes have been eaten. Wang Qingsheng wiped his hands, showing a satisfied look: "full, eat well in the morning, the spirit of this day." Han Bin laughed and asked, "uncle, is the place where you want to collect paintings also an antique shop?" "It's not a shop, it's a stall." Wang Qingsheng pointed to the front: "no, it's the one with the colored flag in front." Han Bin looked around. Not far from the stall, there was a small colored flag. There were a lot of antiques on the stall. A man and a woman were sitting behind to watch the stall. As they approached, they looked more carefully at the stall. A man and a woman, about 40 years old, looked like a husband and wife. The man's skin was very black, with a waist bag and a military green coat. He squatted like an old farmer. The woman was wearing a red down jacket and a gray bag on her back. She yelled: "don't miss it when you pass by. It's a time-honored brand that has been on the stand for decades. It's absolutely authentic..." "Uncle, it's not very loud." Han Bin said with a smile. "Don't you think it's a little silly?" Wang Qingsheng asked. Han Bin nodded, feeling a little bit. "That's right. People have been doing business with this kind of foolishness for so many years. Compared with other stalls, their business is just as good." Wang Qingsheng said. "What's the point?" Wang Qingsheng smiles and pats Han Bin on the shoulder: "it can only be understood, but not expressed." Two people went to the stall, Wang Qingsheng said: "Lao Lin, come out so early to practice stall." "Brother Wang, I can't compare with you. There are many children in my family. I have to pay close attention to my tuition." Said the stall owner, known as Lao Lin. "Lao Lin, it's like you're eyeing me." Wang Qingsheng said with a bitter smile. "Don't say that. I envy you. I'm old and young. I'm under a lot of pressure. I don't drink half a jin of wine every day. I don't want to sleep." Lao Lin said. "Lao Lin, if your painting of Han xuankun is still there, let me take care of it." "Oh, I see it." Lao Lin said with a smile. "No, I just want to see the real work of Han xuankun." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile. "Well, you wait. I'll get it for you." "Don't mention it. Let's change places and go to the teahouse." Wang Qingsheng suggested. "Yo, the sun is coming out in the West today. It's the first time that brother Wang invited me to tea." Lao Lin joked, but in his heart, he was just like the mirror, knowing that Wang Qingsheng was looking at him. Lao Lin told his wife a few words, carefully found a wooden box from the iron box next to him, and followed Wang Qingsheng. They both set up stalls. In order to avoid too many people, it's better to find a quiet place. Lao Yutou teahouse. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the man's cry: "welcome, three distinguished guests, please come inside." Han Bin looked around. The teahouse is divided into two floors. On the first floor, there are more than ten tables, two wooden shelves in the middle, and a lot of antiques, including jade, porcelain and bronze. "There's room on the second floor." "It's ready for you, upstairs, please." The man led three people to the private room on the second floor. There are four private rooms on the second floor. There is a sign at the door, which says "pottery, jade, book and miscellaneous". A line of three people into the bookroom. There are more than 20 square meters in the private room, with two tables, a square table and a desk. After they sat down, Lao Lin looked at Han Bin and asked, "what's the name of this gentleman?" "This is my nephew Han Bin. If he is interested in collecting, I will take him to save him from paying tuition everywhere." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile. "Hello, boss Lin. "Said Han Bin. "I can't be a boss. I'm a stall operator." Lao Lin waved his hand and looked at Han Bin: "brother Wang, you can be regarded as a successor." While talking, two waiters came in, each carrying a wooden plate, one containing nuts and fruit, the other containing tea sets. "Just leave it. We can make it ourselves." Wang Qingsheng said. The waiter nodded and left the room. Wang Qingsheng skillfully washed the tea set, then made a pot of Longjing tea and poured a cup for each of the three.Each of them had a cup of tea and chatted about the news in the industry. Wang Qingsheng said, "Lao Lin, let me have a look at that painting again." Lao Lin smiles. Although he doesn't know what Wang Qingsheng means by inviting himself. Lao Lin took the wooden box to the book case and opened the lock on the box, which contained a picture scroll. Lao Lin spread out the picture scroll, put it on the book case, and made a gesture of please: "brother Wang, please." Wang Qingsheng put on his white gloves and went to the side of the painting to observe it. After seeing it, he took out a magnifying glass to observe it from beginning to end, from top to bottom, from left to right, from bottom to top, from right to left. Han Bin was also a little curious. He took a look at it. It was a water ink landscape painting. In the distance, there were mountains, clouds, and misty mountains. Two grey cranes flew across the mountains. On the right side, there were two lines of calligraphy characters: "suddenly I heard the nine Sky Crane passing by, where can I find the immortal family?". There is also a red seal on the bottom, with four words: "people of Wumu mountain". Han Bin carefully looked at it several times. He had learned the skill of handwriting identification, but he still had some experience in calligraphy and painting. After Han Bin finished watching, Wang Qingsheng was still serious. Lao Lin is leisurely drinking tea, eating nuts, without the slightest urge meaning. After watching for more than 40 minutes, Wang Qingsheng put away his magnifying glass, took off his gloves, sat down on a chair and poured a cup of tea: "I'm so tired." Laolin took the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng. He said with a smile, "brother Wang, how are you looking? This painting is still in the eye." "Good, good." Wang Qingsheng perfunctorily, ate a pistachio. "Brother Wang, we Ming people don't talk in secret. I've been sitting with you for an hour. You're good, so you want to send me away." "Lao Lin, I'll tell you the truth. I'm really interested in this, but I'm not sure." Wang Qingsheng shook his head. Lao Lin did not answer, looking to the side of Han Bin: "Han little brother, what do you think?" "Boss Lin, take the liberty to ask, where do you come from?" Han Bin said. "Lao Lin, my nephew is a layman. Don't mind." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile. "Well, there's nothing to say." Lao Lin waved his hand and said, "this painting was collected by a distant relative of Han xuankun and I. It's absolutely authentic." "Where did his distant relatives come from?" Han Bin asked. "According to the distant relative, Han xuankun gave it to him, but I don't think so." Lao Lin shook his head, took a sip of tea and continued: "I feel like Han xuankun's relatives entrusted him to do it." "If Han xuankun's relatives want to sell it, why don't they sell it in person? It's easier for people to believe it's genuine." Han Bin does not understand the way. "This scholarly family is very respectable. Can a son sell his own paintings?" With a smile, Lao Lin lowered his voice and said, "besides, soon after Han xuankun died, all his immediate family members went to take out the paintings. Those collectors have to wonder whether the paintings are worth collecting."
