Detective From the Future: Two hundred forty-nine Wumu mountain people

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

With a pie in his hand, I don't know what it is rolling.

"Uncle, what time is it, why did you have breakfast?"

"I got up late today and went out to exercise again, and I was delayed for dinner." Wang Qingsheng said vaguely.

"Where shall we go to collect the picture?"

"On this antique street, walking and talking." Wang Qingsheng led the way. To be precise, he was eating and walking, his mouth was full, so how could he be free to speak.

Wang Qingsheng eats very quickly. After a short time, the burrito has been eaten.

Wang Qingsheng wiped his hands, showing a satisfied look: "I'm full, I eat well in the morning, I will have energy on this day."

Han Bin smiled and asked, "Uncle, is the place where you want to collect your 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 colorful flags in front."

Han Bin glanced around, and there was a small colorful flag hanging on a stall not far away. There were a lot of antiques on the stall. There was a man and a woman sitting in the back watching the stall.

After the two approached, they looked more closely. The stall was a man and a woman, about forty years old. They looked like a couple. The man’s skin was dark and he was wearing a pocket The army green coat squatted like an old farmer wherever he went.

The woman is wearing a red down jacket, carrying a gray bag on her back, and yelling: "Don't miss it when you pass by. The stall has been in existence for decades, absolutely authentic..."

"Uncle, this shout is not too loud." Han Bin smiled.

"Does it feel a little silly." Wang Qingsheng asked back.

Han Bin nodded, feeling that way.

"That's right, people are doing business with this stupid energy. After shouting for so many years, compared with other stalls, the business is only strong." Wang Qingsheng said.

"What is special about it?"

Wang Qingsheng smiled and patted Han Bin on the shoulder: "I can only understand it, but not say it."

In front of the stall where the two came to, Wang Qingsheng greeted: "Old Lin, come out to practice the stall so early."

"Brother Wang, I can't compare with you. There are many children in the family, so I have to pay close attention to earning tuition fees." Said the stall owner known as Lao Lin.

"Lao Lin, it sounds like you are staring at me." Wang Qingsheng smiled bitterly.

"Don't say that. I envy you. I am old and young. I am under a lot of pressure. I don't drink half a catty of wine every day and don't want to sleep." Old Lin said.

"Lao Lin, your painting of Han Xuankun is still not there, let me hold my hand."

"Yeah, I caught my eye." Old Lin smiled.

"I can't talk about it, I just want to see the real work of Han Xuankun." Wang Qingsheng laughed.

"Go, wait, I'll get it for you."

"Farewell, let's change the place and go to the tea house to sit in." Wang Qingsheng suggested.

"Hey, the sun came out from the west today. Brother Wang invited me to drink tea. It was the first time." Lao Lin joked, but he was like Ming Jing, knowing that Wang Qingsheng had caught his eye.

Lao Lin told his wife a few words, carefully found a wooden box from the iron box placed next to him, and followed Wang Qingsheng and two of them.

They both set up street stalls. In order to avoid crowded ears, a quiet place is more appropriate.

Old Yutou Teahouse.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the dude's yelling: "Welcome, please come from among the three distinguished guests."

Han Bin looked at it. The teahouse is divided into two floors. There are more than a dozen tables on the first floor and two wooden shelves in the middle. There are a lot of antiques, jade, porcelain, and bronze. Because there is everything.

"There is land in the private room on the second floor."

"We are preparing it for you, please go upstairs." The man led the three of them to the private room on the second floor.

There are a total of four private rooms on the second floor, and a sign is hung at the door, which reads ‘pottery, jade, book, miscellaneous’.

The three of them entered the book room.

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

After the three people sat down for the guest and the host, Lao Lin looked at Han Bin and asked, "What is the name of this gentleman?"

"This is my nephew, Han Bin, who is interested in collecting, so I will take him and save him to pay tuition everywhere." Wang Qingsheng laughed.

"Hello Boss Lin."" Han Bin said hello.

"You can't be the boss, I'm just a stall." Lao Lin waved his hand and looked at Han Bin: "Brother Wang, you are a successor."

While talking, two waiters walked in, each carrying a wooden tray, one with nuts and fruit trays, and the other with tea sets.

"Let it go, we can make our own." Wang Qingsheng said.

The waiter nodded, and then 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 them.

The three drank a cup of tea each, and then chatted a few words about the industry.

Only after Wang Qingsheng's conversation turned, he said, "Lao Lin, what about that painting, let me take another look."

Lao Lin smiled. Although he didn't click on it, he knew what Wang Qingsheng meant to invite himself.

Lao Lin took the wooden box and walked to the bookcase, and opened the lock on the wooden box, which contained a picture scroll.

Lao Lin spread out the picture scroll, put it on the book table, and made a gesture of please: "Brother Wang, please."

Wang Qingsheng put on his white gloves, walked to the side of the painting and observed it. After reading it roughly, he took out a magnifying glass, from beginning to end, from top to bottom, and from left to right. , Observe carefully and back and forth from bottom to top, right to left.

Han Bin was also a little curious, so he leaned forward and took a look. This is an ink landscape painting. In the distance, there are many peaks, clouds and mists, and the mist is unusual. Two gray cranes flew across the mountains, with two written on the right. Pai brush writing'Suddenly heard of the Nine Heavens Black Crane, dare to ask where to find the immortal family'.

There is also a red seal underneath, with the four words "Wu Mu Shan Ren" printed on it.

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

After Han Bin finished reading, Wang Qingsheng was still watching carefully.

Lao Lin drank tea and ate nuts leisurely, without any hint of urging.

Wang Qingsheng watched for more than forty minutes before putting away the magnifying glass, removing his gloves, and sitting down on the chair with a cup of tea, saying: "I'm exhausted."

Lao Lin held the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, how are you looking? This painting is still eye-catching."

"Yes, not bad." Wang Qingsheng said perfunctorily and ate a pistachio.

"Brother Wang, we know that people don't talk secretly. I have been sitting with you for an hour. Your sentence is good, so I want to get rid of it."

"Lao Lin, I will tell you the truth. I do intend this thing, but I still have some uncertainty." Wang Qingsheng shook his head.

Lao Lin didn't answer the call and looked at Han Bin on the side: "Brother Han, what do you think?"

"Boss Lin~IndoMTL.com~ take the liberty to ask, where did you paint this painting?" Han Bin said.

"Lao Lin, my nephew is a layman, don't mind." Wang Qingsheng smiled.

"It's okay, there's nothing I can't say." Lao Lin waved his hand and said, "This painting was collected by a distant relative of Han Xuankun and I. It is definitely authentic."

"Where did his distant relatives come from?" Han Bin asked.

"According to that 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 Shot."

"If it is Han Xuankun's relatives who want to sell it, why don't they sell it personally, it is easier for people to believe that it is the genuine product." Han Bin wondered.

"This scholarly family is all about face. Lao Tzu's autographs, can you sell it as a son?"

Lao Lin smiled, lowered his voice and said: "Besides, not long after Han Xuankun's death, his immediate family members are all selling out paintings, and those collectors have to wonder whether this painting is worth collecting."