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"Lao Lin, we have known each other for so many years. How much do you want to pay for this painting?" Wang Qingsheng asked.
"Well, we are not outsiders, and there are not so many twists and turns. That's the number." Lao Lin gave a slap.
"Fifty thousand?"
"Yes, if you think it's suitable, you can take away the painting; if you don't think it's suitable, let's continue to have tea and chat." Lao Lin said with a smile.
Wang Qingsheng did not answer, got up and went to the book case, took out a magnifying glass to continue to look at the painting.
Lao Lin doesn't care. He doesn't really come here to drink tea. The most important thing is to draw and earn money.
Han Bin has nothing to do. While drinking tea, he asks Lao Lin about some antique business.
Old Lin's full name is Lin Zhongqi. His hometown is in Xiaogang village around Qindao. He came to Qindao in his early twenties. He has been in the antique circle for more than 20 years. He has a house and a car in Qindao city and has a good life.
Wang Qingsheng looked at the painting for more than ten minutes, then put away the magnifying glass and came over.
Han Bin poured out the herbal tea and added a new cup of tea to Wang Qingsheng.
Wang Qingsheng took a sip of tea and asked, "Lao Lin, can this painting be cheaper?"
"Brother Wang, you should know very well that Han xuankun is a famous ink painter in Qindao. His paintings are definitely worth the price, and there is great potential for appreciation. If I didn't have spare money, I would like to leave this painting and hang it in my home as a family heirloom."
"Lao Lin, you have a lot of treasures, not bad for this one." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.
Lin Zhongqi pondered for a moment: "well, since you've spoken, I can't help but give you face. I'm giving you two thousand yuan cheaper. If you think it's suitable, take it. If it's not suitable, let's go on drinking tea."
Wang Qingsheng touched his chin and thought for a long time. He said, "for a while and a half, I can't make up my mind. I have to think about it again."
"No problem." Lin Zhongqi let out a slip and drank another cup of tea.
The three chatted for a while. At noon, Wang Qingsheng invited Lin Zhongqi to have dinner with him, but he declined.
After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingsheng couldn't help asking, "binzi, do you think there is something wrong with this painting?"
Han Bin shook his head: "I didn't see it."
"What do you think of Lao Lin?"
"I don't have much contact with people. It's hard to say how they are. However, during the time we met today, he didn't show any signs of lying." Han Bin said.
Wang Qingsheng smiles and says in secret that the boy still treats others as criminals.
"Uncle, do you want this painting?" Han Bin asked.
Wang Qingsheng frowned and said, "I'm not sure."
"What's wrong with the painting?"
"There are no problems with the ink, handwriting, paper, impression or decoration, but I'm not sure about the inscriptions on the side." Wang Qingsheng frowned.
Han Bin recalled: "when I heard that Xuanhe had passed by, I dare to ask where to find the immortal family"
"it's true that these two verses were written in regular script, which is not Han xuankun's usual font. Although they are somewhat similar to Han xuankun's handwriting, there are some differences." Wang Qingsheng explained.
There are so many fake antiques, calligraphy and paintings. No matter how similar they are in other places, if there is a flaw, they dare not accept it easily.
If you make a hole in it, you will lose a lot if you buy an imitation.
"Uncle, you are right. I don't think the inscription is Han xuankun's handwriting." Han Bin said.
Wang Qingsheng was surprised: "when did you study calligraphy?"
"I don't have a special study of calligraphy, just learned some knowledge of handwriting identification." Han Bin said.
"Tut Tut, you can use your criminal investigation skills in calligraphy identification." Wang Qingsheng smiles, with a tone of examination:
"what's the difference between these two lines and Han xuankun's handwriting?"
"The so-called character is like a person. Each person's writing style is different, and there are several common manifestations, such as the layout of the whole writing, the size, shape and structural characteristics of the character, the change of writing speed and strength, and so on." Han Bin recalled for a moment and continued:
"compared with Han xuankun's handwriting, the strength of those two poems is obviously greater, and the strokes are more mellow, and the partial connection of words is more natural."
"According to your comments, this man's calligraphy is better than Han xuankun's?" Wang Qingsheng asked.
"Uncle, I don't know if you've ever heard of" Yu Jiang San Ren. " Han Bin's answer is not what he asked.
"I seem to have some impression of Yu Jiang's scattered people." Wang Qingsheng muttered, feeling his chin and thinking for a long time: "there is a calligrapher Guo Ziyi in Lingnan, whose nickname is Yu Jiang Sanren."
"Yes, I personally feel that these two inscriptions are very similar to Guo Ziyi's handwriting." Han Bin said.
When learning handwriting identification skills, Han Bin also instilled in his mind a large number of calligraphy copywriting and characteristics of celebrities. These famous calligraphers have their own characteristics and become their own families. They are more systematic in learning.
"Tut Tut, Guo Ziyi is also a famous calligrapher. His calligraphy is rarely sold. If it is his inscription, the value of this painting can be upgraded." Wang Qingsheng showed a touch of expectation, which was a surprise."Although I know handwriting identification, I'm a layman after all. The value of this painting has to be estimated by you." Han Bin said.
Wang Qingsheng subconsciously said: "now it seems that the painting is either copied, and the inscription is also false; or Lao Lin doesn't know the inscription, otherwise, the old boy will bid more than 50000."
Unconsciously, two people have been out of antique street, Han Bin glanced around: "uncle, what do we eat at noon?"
"What are you talking about?" Wang Qingsheng didn't seem to hear clearly.
"What do I say for lunch?"
Wang Qingsheng waved his hand: "now you can't take care of this crop. You go home first, and I'll study it again. If it's really Guo Ziyi's inscription, it's going to make a lot of money. I have to close the painting quickly."
"Uncle, don't be impulsive. Study it carefully and think about it more. It's not too late to accept the painting." Han Bin's handwriting identification skills are used for the first time. He can't guarantee 100% effectiveness.
"Don't worry. I've been writing and playing for half my life. It's not so easy to be fooled." Wang Qingsheng patted Han Bin on the shoulder and turned back to antique street.
Han Bin shook his head with a wry smile: "well, today's dinner is ruined."
Han Bin is not in a hurry to go home. He finds a restaurant to eat and goes to the seaside for a walk. Although he is a coastal city, he is busy working all day and does not come to the seaside many times.
Last time I came to the seaside, I still had a date with Tan Jingya. I thought about it very quickly.
Looking at the endless sea, he feels small, and his worries and work pressure have dissipated. Han Bin wears headphones, listens to novels, and takes a taxi home.
When I got home, I accompanied my mother to watch the meeting and told her about the painting collection this morning. It was dark outside before I knew it.
In the evening, Han Bin cooks four dishes and one soup in person, which his parents like to eat. He is also filial.
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"Lao Lin, we have known each other for so many years. How much do you want to pay for this painting?" Wang Qingsheng asked.
"Well, we are not outsiders, and there are not so many twists and turns. That's the number." Lao Lin gave a slap.
"Fifty thousand?"
"Yes, if you think it's suitable, you can take away the painting; if you don't think it's suitable, let's continue to have tea and chat." Lao Lin said with a smile.
Wang Qingsheng did not answer, got up and went to the book case, took out a magnifying glass to continue to look at the painting.
Lao Lin doesn't care. He doesn't really come here to drink tea. The most important thing is to draw and earn money.
Han Bin has nothing to do. While drinking tea, he asks Lao Lin about some antique business.
Old Lin's full name is Lin Zhongqi. His hometown is in Xiaogang village around Qindao. He came to Qindao in his early twenties. He has been in the antique circle for more than 20 years. He has a house and a car in Qindao city and has a good life.
Wang Qingsheng looked at the painting for more than ten minutes, then put away the magnifying glass and came over.
Han Bin poured out the herbal tea and added a new cup of tea to Wang Qingsheng.
Wang Qingsheng took a sip of tea and asked, "Lao Lin, can this painting be cheaper?"
"Brother Wang, you should know very well that Han xuankun is a famous ink painter in Qindao. His paintings are definitely worth the price, and there is great potential for appreciation. If I didn't have spare money, I would like to leave this painting and hang it in my home as a family heirloom."
"Lao Lin, you have a lot of treasures, not bad for this one." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.
Lin Zhongqi pondered for a moment: "well, since you've spoken, I can't help but give you face. I'm giving you two thousand yuan cheaper. If you think it's suitable, take it. If it's not suitable, let's go on drinking tea."
Wang Qingsheng touched his chin and thought for a long time. He said, "for a while and a half, I can't make up my mind. I have to think about it again."
"No problem." Lin Zhongqi let out a slip and drank another cup of tea.
The three chatted for a while. At noon, Wang Qingsheng invited Lin Zhongqi to have dinner with him, but he declined.
After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingsheng couldn't help asking, "binzi, do you think there is something wrong with this painting?"
Han Bin shook his head: "I didn't see it."
"What do you think of Lao Lin?"
"I don't have much contact with people. It's hard to say how they are. However, during the time we met today, he didn't show any signs of lying." Han Bin said.
Wang Qingsheng smiles and says in secret that the boy still treats others as criminals.
"Uncle, do you want this painting?" Han Bin asked.
Wang Qingsheng frowned and said, "I'm not sure."
"What's wrong with the painting?"
"There are no problems with the ink, handwriting, paper, impression or decoration, but I'm not sure about the inscriptions on the side." Wang Qingsheng frowned.
Han Bin recalled: "when I heard that Xuanhe had passed by, I dare to ask where to find the immortal family"
"it's true that these two verses were written in regular script, which is not Han xuankun's usual font. Although they are somewhat similar to Han xuankun's handwriting, there are some differences." Wang Qingsheng explained.
There are so many fake antiques, calligraphy and paintings. No matter how similar they are in other places, if there is a flaw, they dare not accept it easily.
If you make a hole in it, you will lose a lot if you buy an imitation.
"Uncle, you are right. I don't think the inscription is Han xuankun's handwriting." Han Bin said.
Wang Qingsheng was surprised: "when did you study calligraphy?"
"I don't have a special study of calligraphy, just learned some knowledge of handwriting identification." Han Bin said.
"Tut Tut, you can use your criminal investigation skills in calligraphy identification." Wang Qingsheng smiles, with a tone of examination:
"what's the difference between these two lines and Han xuankun's handwriting?"
"The so-called character is like a person. Each person's writing style is different, and there are several common manifestations, such as the layout of the whole writing, the size, shape and structural characteristics of the character, the change of writing speed and strength, and so on." Han Bin recalled for a moment and continued:
"compared with Han xuankun's handwriting, the strength of those two poems is obviously greater, and the strokes are more mellow, and the partial connection of words is more natural."
"According to your comments, this man's calligraphy is better than Han xuankun's?" Wang Qingsheng asked.
"Uncle, I don't know if you've ever heard of" Yu Jiang San Ren. " Han Bin's answer is not what he asked.
"I seem to have some impression of Yu Jiang's scattered people." Wang Qingsheng muttered, feeling his chin and thinking for a long time: "there is a calligrapher Guo Ziyi in Lingnan, whose nickname is Yu Jiang Sanren."
"Yes, I personally feel that these two inscriptions are very similar to Guo Ziyi's handwriting." Han Bin said.
When learning handwriting identification skills, Han Bin also instilled in his mind a large number of calligraphy copywriting and characteristics of celebrities. These famous calligraphers have their own characteristics and become their own families. They are more systematic in learning.
"Tut Tut, Guo Ziyi is also a famous calligrapher. His calligraphy is rarely sold. If it is his inscription, the value of this painting can be upgraded." Wang Qingsheng showed a touch of expectation, which was a surprise."Although I know handwriting identification, I'm a layman after all. The value of this painting has to be estimated by you." Han Bin said.
Wang Qingsheng subconsciously said: "now it seems that the painting is either copied, and the inscription is also false; or Lao Lin doesn't know the inscription, otherwise, the old boy will bid more than 50000."
Unconsciously, two people have been out of antique street, Han Bin glanced around: "uncle, what do we eat at noon?"
"What are you talking about?" Wang Qingsheng didn't seem to hear clearly.
"What do I say for lunch?"
Wang Qingsheng waved his hand: "now you can't take care of this crop. You go home first, and I'll study it again. If it's really Guo Ziyi's inscription, it's going to make a lot of money. I have to close the painting quickly."
"Uncle, don't be impulsive. Study it carefully and think about it more. It's not too late to accept the painting." Han Bin's handwriting identification skills are used for the first time. He can't guarantee 100% effectiveness.
"Don't worry. I've been writing and playing for half my life. It's not so easy to be fooled." Wang Qingsheng patted Han Bin on the shoulder and turned back to antique street.
Han Bin shook his head with a wry smile: "well, today's dinner is ruined."
Han Bin is not in a hurry to go home. He finds a restaurant to eat and goes to the seaside for a walk. Although he is a coastal city, he is busy working all day and does not come to the seaside many times.
Last time I came to the seaside, I still had a date with Tan Jingya. I thought about it very quickly.
Looking at the endless sea, he feels small, and his worries and work pressure have dissipated. Han Bin wears headphones, listens to novels, and takes a taxi home.
When I got home, I accompanied my mother to watch the meeting and told her about the painting collection this morning. It was dark outside before I knew it.
In the evening, Han Bin cooks four dishes and one soup in person, which his parents like to eat. He is also filial.
"Lao Lin, we have known each other for so many years. How much do you want to pay for this painting?" Wang Qingsheng asked. "Well, we are not outsiders, and there are not so many twists and turns. That's the number." Lao Lin gave a slap. "Fifty thousand?" "Yes, if you think it's suitable, you can take away the painting; if you don't think it's suitable, let's continue to have tea and chat." Lao Lin said with a smile. Wang Qingsheng did not answer, got up and went to the book case, took out a magnifying glass to continue to look at the painting. Lao Lin doesn't care. He doesn't really come here to drink tea. The most important thing is to draw and earn money. Han Bin has nothing to do. While drinking tea, he asks Lao Lin about some antique business. Old Lin's full name is Lin Zhongqi. His hometown is in Xiaogang village around Qindao. He came to Qindao in his early twenties. He has been in the antique circle for more than 20 years. He has a house and a car in Qindao city and has a good life. Wang Qingsheng looked at the painting for more than ten minutes, then put away the magnifying glass and came over. Han Bin poured out the herbal tea and added a new cup of tea to Wang Qingsheng. Wang Qingsheng took a sip of tea and asked, "Lao Lin, can this painting be cheaper?" "Brother Wang, you should know very well that Han xuankun is a famous ink painter in Qindao. His paintings are definitely worth the price, and there is great potential for appreciation. If I didn't have spare money, I would like to leave this painting and hang it in my home as a family heirloom." "Lao Lin, you have a lot of treasures, not bad for this one." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile. Lin Zhongqi pondered for a moment: "well, since you've spoken, I can't help but give you face. I'm giving you two thousand yuan cheaper. If you think it's suitable, take it. If it's not suitable, let's go on drinking tea." Wang Qingsheng touched his chin and thought for a long time. He said, "for a while and a half, I can't make up my mind. I have to think about it again." "No problem." Lin Zhongqi let out a slip and drank another cup of tea. The three chatted for a while. At noon, Wang Qingsheng invited Lin Zhongqi to have dinner with him, but he declined. After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingsheng couldn't help asking, "binzi, do you think there is something wrong with this painting?" Han Bin shook his head: "I didn't see it." "What do you think of Lao Lin?" "I don't have much contact with people. It's hard to say how they are. However, during the time we met today, he didn't show any signs of lying." Han Bin said. Wang Qingsheng smiles and says in secret that the boy still treats others as criminals. "Uncle, do you want this painting?" Han Bin asked. Wang Qingsheng frowned and said, "I'm not sure." "What's wrong with the painting?" "There are no problems with the ink, handwriting, paper, impression or decoration, but I'm not sure about the inscriptions on the side." Wang Qingsheng frowned. Han Bin recalled: "when I heard that Xuanhe had passed by, I dare to ask where to find the immortal family" "it's true that these two verses were written in regular script, which is not Han xuankun's usual font. Although they are somewhat similar to Han xuankun's handwriting, there are some differences." Wang Qingsheng explained. There are so many fake antiques, calligraphy and paintings. No matter how similar they are in other places, if there is a flaw, they dare not accept it easily. If you make a hole in it, you will lose a lot if you buy an imitation. "Uncle, you are right. I don't think the inscription is Han xuankun's handwriting." Han Bin said. Wang Qingsheng was surprised: "when did you study calligraphy?" "I don't have a special study of calligraphy, just learned some knowledge of handwriting identification." Han Bin said. "Tut Tut, you can use your criminal investigation skills in calligraphy identification." Wang Qingsheng smiles, with a tone of examination: "what's the difference between these two lines and Han xuankun's handwriting?" "The so-called character is like a person. Each person's writing style is different, and there are several common manifestations, such as the layout of the whole writing, the size, shape and structural characteristics of the character, the change of writing speed and strength, and so on." Han Bin recalled for a moment and continued: "compared with Han xuankun's handwriting, the strength of those two poems is obviously greater, and the strokes are more mellow, and the partial connection of words is more natural." "According to your comments, this man's calligraphy is better than Han xuankun's?" Wang Qingsheng asked. "Uncle, I don't know if you've ever heard of" Yu Jiang San Ren. " Han Bin's answer is not what he asked. "I seem to have some impression of Yu Jiang's scattered people." Wang Qingsheng muttered, feeling his chin and thinking for a long time: "there is a calligrapher Guo Ziyi in Lingnan, whose nickname is Yu Jiang Sanren." "Yes, I personally feel that these two inscriptions are very similar to Guo Ziyi's handwriting." Han Bin said. When learning handwriting identification skills, Han Bin also instilled in his mind a large number of calligraphy copywriting and characteristics of celebrities. These famous calligraphers have their own characteristics and become their own families. They are more systematic in learning. "Tut Tut, Guo Ziyi is also a famous calligrapher. His calligraphy is rarely sold. If it is his inscription, the value of this painting can be upgraded." Wang Qingsheng showed a touch of expectation, which was a surprise."Although I know handwriting identification, I'm a layman after all. The value of this painting has to be estimated by you." Han Bin said. Wang Qingsheng subconsciously said: "now it seems that the painting is either copied, and the inscription is also false; or Lao Lin doesn't know the inscription, otherwise, the old boy will bid more than 50000." Unconsciously, two people have been out of antique street, Han Bin glanced around: "uncle, what do we eat at noon?" "What are you talking about?" Wang Qingsheng didn't seem to hear clearly. "What do I say for lunch?" Wang Qingsheng waved his hand: "now you can't take care of this crop. You go home first, and I'll study it again. If it's really Guo Ziyi's inscription, it's going to make a lot of money. I have to close the painting quickly." "Uncle, don't be impulsive. Study it carefully and think about it more. It's not too late to accept the painting." Han Bin's handwriting identification skills are used for the first time. He can't guarantee 100% effectiveness. "Don't worry. I've been writing and playing for half my life. It's not so easy to be fooled." Wang Qingsheng patted Han Bin on the shoulder and turned back to antique street. Han Bin shook his head with a wry smile: "well, today's dinner is ruined." Han Bin is not in a hurry to go home. He finds a restaurant to eat and goes to the seaside for a walk. Although he is a coastal city, he is busy working all day and does not come to the seaside many times. Last time I came to the seaside, I still had a date with Tan Jingya. I thought about it very quickly. Looking at the endless sea, he feels small, and his worries and work pressure have dissipated. Han Bin wears headphones, listens to novels, and takes a taxi home. When I got home, I accompanied my mother to watch the meeting and told her about the painting collection this morning. It was dark outside before I knew it. In the evening, Han Bin cooks four dishes and one soup in person, which his parents like to eat. He is also filial.
