Detective from the Future

“Old Lin, we have known each other for so many years, and you have to give me a solid fact, how much do you want to sell this painting?” Wang Qingsheng asked.

“Well, we are not outsiders, and there aren’t that many twists and turns, this number.” Old Lin stroked a slap.

“50000?”

“Yes, if you think it’s suitable, you take this picture; if you feel it’s inappropriate, let’s continue drinking tea and chatting.” Old Lin laughed.

Wang Qingsheng didn’t answer, got up and walked to the book case, took out the magnifying glass and continued to look at the painting.

Old Lin didn’t care. He didn’t really come to drink tea. It was the most important thing to make money.

Han Bin had nothing to do, and while he was drinking tea, he asked Old Lin about some antiques.

Old Lin’s full name is Lin Zhongqi. His hometown is in Xiaogang Village around Qindao. He came to Qindao in his early 20s and spent more than 20 years in the antique circle. He has a house and a car in Qindao City, and his life is pretty good.

Wang Qingsheng looked at the painting for more than ten minutes before putting away the magnifying glass and walking 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, “Old Lin, can this painting be cheaper?”

“Little Brother Wang, you should know very well that Han Xuankun is our famous ink painter in Qindao. His paintings are definitely worth the price, and the potential for appreciation is great. If I had no spare money, I would also like to keep this painting and hang it. Be a heirloom in your own home. “

“Old Lin, you have a lot of treasures, and it’s not bad either.” Wang Qingsheng laughed.

Lin Zhongqi groaned for a moment: “Well, now that you have spoken, my brother, I can’t help but give you face. I’m giving you 2 1000 cheaper. If you think it’s suitable, take it. Let’s drink tea.”

Wang Qingsheng touched the chin and pondered for a while: “At one and a half minutes, I was not sure of my idea, and I had to think again.”

“No problem.” Lin Zhongqi nodded and drank another cup of tea.

The three talked for a while. At noon, Wang Qingsheng invited Lin Zhongqi to eat together, but he declined it politely.

After leaving the tea house, Wang Qingsheng couldn’t help asking: “Bin, do you think there is a problem with this painting?”

Han Bin shook the head: “I didn’t see it.

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“Old Lin, what do you think?”

“I don’t have much contact. It’s hard to say how people are, but during this time of meeting today, he did not at all show signs of lying.” Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng laughed, secretly thought, this kid still tried to be a prisoner.

“Well, do you want to take this picture?” Han Bin asked.

Wang Qingsheng frowns saying: “Not sure.”

“A painting problem?”

“There is no problem with the ink, handwriting, paper, imprints, and decoration, except that the inscription next to me is somewhat inaccurate.” Wang Qingsheng frowns saying.

Han Bin recalled: “I suddenly heard that Xuanhe passed 9 days, and dared to ask the fairy family where to find it.”

“Yes, it is these two lines of poetry that are written in lower case. This is not Han Xuankun’s usual typeface. Although it looks like Han Xuankun’s handwriting has several points of god, there are some differences.” Wang Qingsheng explained.

There are a lot of fakes in antiques, calligraphy and painting, regardless of how similar they are in other places, but if there is a flaw, I dare not take it easily.

If you hit the eye, you’ll lose money when you get a copy.

“Well, you’re right, I don’t think the inscription looks like Han Xuankun’s handwriting,” Han Bin said.

Wang Qingsheng was a bit surprised: “When did your kid study calligraphy?”

“I didn’t study calligraphy specifically, I just learned some handwriting identification,” Han Bin said.

“Tsk tsk, you kid, use your Criminal Investigation set for calligraphy appraisal.” Wang Qingsheng laughed, with a few points of test:

“Then you talk about it, what is the difference between these two poems and Han Xuankun’s handwriting?”

“The so-called word is like its own person. Each person’s writing style is different. There are several common expressions, such as the layout of the entire handwriting, the size and shape of the character, structural characteristics, changes in writing speed and strength. Bin recalled for a moment and continued:

“Compared with Han Xuankun’s handwriting, those 2 poems are significantly stronger, and the pens are more rounded, and the local connection of the words is more natural.”

“According to your comment, this person’s calligraphy is better than Han Xuankun?” Wang Qingsheng asked.

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of ‘Yu Jiang Loose Practitioner.'” Han Bin answered inexplicably.

“Yu Jiang Loose Practitioner, I seem to be a bit impressed.” Wang Qingsheng muttered, touching his chin for a while and thinking: “There is a Calligraphy Guo Ziyi in Lingnan, and the alias is Yu Jiang Loose Practitioner.”

“Yes, I personally feel that these two inscriptions are similar to Guo Ziyi’s handwriting.” Han Bin said.

When Han Bin was learning the skills of handwriting identification, he also infused a large number of celebrity calligraphy features and characteristics. These calligraphy masters each have their own characteristics, and each one becomes a family, and they learn more systematically.

“Tsk tsk, Guo Ziyi is also a famous Calligraphy. His words are rarely sold to the outside world. If it is really his inscription, the value of this painting can be upgraded by another grade.” Wang Qingsheng showed a touch of expectation, which was an unexpected delight.

“Although I know handwriting appraisal, I am an amateur, after all, you have to estimate the value of this painting yourself,” said Han Bin.

Wang Qingsheng said subconsciously: “Now it seems that this painting is copied and the inscription is false; or Old Lin doesn’t know the inscription, otherwise, the old fellow can bid more than 50000.”

Unconsciously, 2 people have gone out of antique street, Han Bin glanced around: “Hey, what shall we eat at noon?”

“What did you say?” Wang Qingsheng didn’t seem to understand.

“What did I say for lunch?”

Wang Qingsheng waved his hand: “Now you can ignore this stubble. You go home first, and I will study it. If it is really Guo Ziyi’s inscription, it will make a lot of money. I have to hurry up and collect the painting.”

“Well, don’t be impulsive. UU read the book www.uukanshu.com study it carefully, think it over, and it’s not too late to collect the paintings.” Han Bin’s handwriting appraisal skills were used for the first time. effective.

“Rest assured, I’ve been playing wenwan for half my life, it’s not so easy to be fooled.” Wang Qingsheng pats Han Bin’s shoulder and turned back to the antique street.

Han Bin shook his head and smiled bitterly: “Well, today’s dinner is gone.”

Han Bin was not in a hurry to go home, found a restaurant, ate some food, and walked around the seaside. Although it is a coastal city, he has been busy working all day, and there are not many trips to the seaside.

Last time I came to the beach, I still seemed to be dating Tan Jingya. I thought about it quite quickly.

Looking at the endless sea, I felt my own smallness, and my anxiety and work pressure were relieved. Han Bin wore headphones and listened to the novel to take a taxi home.

When I got home, I went to Kanto with Mother, and told Mother about painting this morning. The sky outside was unconsciously dark.

In the evening, Han Bin cooks in person and makes 4 dishes and XNUMX soup, which parents like to eat, which is also a filial piety.