Detective from the Future

Han Bin got out of the taxi and saw a fat silhouette standing at the entrance of Antique Street.

Holding a piece of cake in my hand, I don’t know what was rolled.

“Well, what time is it, how come you have breakfast.”

“It’s getting up late today, I went out for another lap, and delayed eating.” Wang Qingsheng said vaguely.

“Where do we go to collect pictures?”

“Just on this antique street, walking and talking.” Wang Qingsheng was leading the way, exactly eating and walking, with his mouth full, how could he free up to speak.

Wang Qingsheng ate fast, and after a short walk, the burrito had already died.

Wang Qingsheng wiped his hands, revealing a satisfied expression: “I’m full, I eat well in the morning, and I’ll be energetic on this day.”

Han Bin laughed and asked, “Well, are you going to collect paintings in antique shops?”

“It’s not a shop, it’s a stall.” Wang Qingsheng pointed to the front: “No, it’s the one with the bunting in front.”

Han Bin glanced up. A small bunny flag high was hung on the stall not far away. There were a lot of antiques on the stall, and there was a man and a woman sitting behind to look at the stall.

When 2 people approached, they looked more carefully. The stall was a couple of men and women, about 40 years old. They looked like couples. The man’s skin was very dark, a waist bag was hung, and an army green coat was wrapped. Which one is squatting is like an old farmer.

The woman is wearing a red down jacket, carrying a gray bag on her body, sipping in her mouth: “Don’t miss it when passing by, the decades-old brand of the stall is absolutely authentic …”

“Well, I didn’t yell at this,” Han Bin laughed.

“Don’t you feel a bit silly?” Wang Qingsheng asked back.

Han Bin is nodded.

“That’s right. People just do business with this stupid energy. They shouted for so many years. Compared with other stalls, the business is only good.” Wang Qingsheng said.

“What’s the point?”

Wang Qingsheng laughed, Pats Han Bin’s shoulder: “Only understand, but not words.”

2 people walked to the stall,

Wang Qingsheng greeted: “Old Lin, come out to practice the stall so early.”

“Little Brother Wang, I can’t compare with you. There are more children in my family, so I have to hurry up to earn tuition,” said the stall owner known as Old Lin.

“Old Lin, I can hear that, it’s like I’m sneezing at me.” Wang Qingsheng said with a bitter smile.

“But don’t say this, I am envious of you. I have the old and the young, and the pressure is very high. I don’t drink half a catty of wine every day, don’t try to sleep.” Old Lin said.

“Old Lin, your Han Xuankun’s painting is still not here. Let me applaud.”

“Well, look at it,” Old Lin laughed.

“Can’t talk about it, I just want to see Han Xuankun’s true story.” Wang Qingsheng laughed.

“Success, you wait, I’ll get it for you.”

“Don’t mention it, let’s change places and go to the teahouse,” Wang Qingsheng suggested.

“Well, today the sun came out to the west. Little Brother Wang asked me to drink tea, it was the first time.” Old Lin quipped, but in his heart was like a mirror, knowing that Wang Qingsheng was watching.

Old Lin told his wife a few words, found a wooden box cautiously from the iron box placed next to him, and followed Wang Qingsheng and 2 people away.

2 people are setting up their stalls. In order to avoid a lot of people, finding a quiet place is more suitable.

Old Yutou Tea House.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the cries of my buddy: “Welcome, please, three guests.”

Han Bin took a look. The tea house is divided into two floors. The first floor is home to a dozen tables. In the middle, there are two wooden shelves. There are many antiques. Jade, porcelain, and bronze are full of things. Have.

“There is a place on the second floor.”

“I’m preparing it for you, please upstairs.” The guy led 3 people and went to the private room on the second floor.

There are 4 private rooms on the second floor, with a sign hanging at the door, which says ‘Tao, Jade, Book, and Miscellaneous’.

A group of 3 people entered the bookcase.

The private room is more than 20 square meters, with 2 tables, a square table and a book case.

After the three guests and the guests sat down, Old Lin looked at Han Bin and asked, “What’s this gentleman’s name?”

“This is my nephew Han Bin, who is interested in collections, so I will take him and save him tuition everywhere.” Wang Qingsheng laughed.

“Lin Boss is fine.” Han Bin greeted.

“When Boss 2 is not available, I’m a stall.” Old Lin waved and looked at Han Bin: “Little Brother Wang, you can be considered successor.”

While speaking, 2 waiters came in, and each of them was carrying a wooden tray, one with nuts and fruit trays, and the other with tea sets.

“Let it go, we can brew it ourselves.” Wang Qingsheng said.

The waiter nodded and left the private 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 drank a cup of tea and chatted a few words about the industry.

Wang Qingsheng then turned around and said, “Old Lin, what about the painting, let me talk again.”

Old Lin laughed, although he didn’t click through, he also knew Wang Qingsheng’s intention to invite himself.

Old Lin took the wooden box and walked to the front of the book case. He opened the lock on the wooden box, which contained a picture scroll.

Old Lin unrolled the scroll, put it on the book case, and made a please gesture: “Little Brother Wang, please.”

Wang Qingsheng took white gloves and went to the painting to observe it. After roughly reading it, he took out a magnifying glass, little by little from top to bottom, top to bottom, left to right, and bottom to Look up carefully from right to left, back and forth.

Han Bin was also a little curious, and went up to take a look. This is an ink landscape painting. There are mountain peaks in the distance, fog and clouds around the mountains, and anomalous clouds. Two gray cranes fly over the mountains, and two rows of writing brushes are written on the right. ‘Suddenly heard 2 days Xuanhe passed, dare to ask the fairy family where to find’.

There is also a red seal underneath, bearing the 4 words ‘Umu Shanren’.

Han Bin carefully read it several times, he has learned the skills of handwriting identification, and he still has some experience in calligraphy and painting.

After Han Bin watched it, Wang Qingsheng still looked seriously.

Old Lin is drinking tea and nuts in a leisurely way, without any urge to rush.

Wang Qingsheng watched it for more than 40 minutes before putting away his magnifying glass, removing his gloves, sitting on the chair with one hip, pouring a cup of tea, “I’m exhausted.”

Old Lin held a teapot, poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng, and laughed, “Little Brother Wang, how’s it going, this picture can still be seen.”

“Yes, yes.” Wang Qingsheng perfunctoryly ate a pistachio.

“Little Brother Wang, we don’t say anything secretly. I can sit with you for an hour. You have a good sentence and you want to send me away.”

“Old Lin, I want to tell you the truth, I really mean it, but I still have some doubts.” Wang Qingsheng shook the head.

Old Lin didn’t answer, looking at Han Bin aside: “Korean Little Brother, what do you think?”

“Lin Boss, UU Kanshu www.uukanshhu.com presumably asked, where did you get this painting?” Han Bin said.

“Old Lin, my nephew is a layman, don’t mind me.” Wang Qingsheng laughed.

“Anyway, there is nothing to say.” Old Lin waved his hand and said, “This picture was collected by a distant relative from Han Xuankun, and it is absolutely authentic.

“So 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.” Old Lin shook the head, took a sip of tea, and continued: “I think it’s like Han Xuankun’s relatives entrusted him to shoot. “

“If it is Han Xuankun’s relatives who want to sell, why they don’t sell it in person, it is easier to make people believe it is authentic.” Han Bin wondered.

“This book’s fragrance is all about face. Can you sell it as a son?”

Old Lin laughed and lowered his voice: “Furthermore, not long after Han Xuankun died, his immediate family members sold out paintings, and those collectors also had to murmur. This painting is not worth collecting.”