Ma Xiaoda complained that the owner was ignorant and did not know the cultural level of taking care of the thief. At the same time, he lamented that his colleagues in Jinmen were so lucky. Look at the Shenyang Road. The land is full of fat sheep. It is a pity that this place does not belong to his little Dazi. pasture.

Those who fish out of the way are much more protective of their own territory than dogs, and when someone fishes out of bounds, they are much more crazy than dogs biting people.

Unless you are a bandit, generally no one would dare to do this.

Let the young Da Ziqian, who possesses special skills, dare not take action when looking at the fat sheep. It is like having a wedding ceremony with his wife but not being able to have a bridal chamber. His fingers are itchy.

Ma Xiaoda swallowed his saliva and walked forward with depression. He almost fell into someone with self-pity.

Just as he was about to say hello, Chang Xian, who was catching up quickly, smiled and said, "Brother, you are walking in a hurry, how about you? Find a secluded place for me to take a look at your belongings?"

"you?"

Although he didn't have much education and couldn't see the value of the calligraphy and paintings in his hands, the things that the owner so solemnly put in the safe were definitely not something ordinary people could eat. This was why he came to see Shopkeeper Cao. After all, it was so big. Where is a store located?

Chang Xian's clothes are ordinary and his posture looks like a baggage. It is doubtful whether he can eat his goods.

However, Xiao Dazi hesitated for a moment and then nodded in agreement. Just take a look and have a look. Anyway, you can't lose anything. Besides, people should not be judged by their appearance. If you don't protect them all, does it mean that you are low-key and have connotation?

The two of them looked left and right, and then walked towards the entrance of Nanjing Road in a tacit understanding. It was brighter and there were fewer people there.

Chang Xian dropped the package on the ground and asked Xiao Dazi to grab the shaft. He held the head of the shaft himself and stepped back. With a "swipe" sound, a four-foot-square landscape came into view.

When he saw Mou Duanming's hand yesterday, he felt it was extremely cool, so he went back to practice for a while. Today, he was learning and practicing, and although it was still a little raw, he looked decent.

Seeing the title of "The Yishi of Xishan", he nodded. He had little knowledge now, but this Pu Ru Pu Xin She still knew it.

"Nan Zhang Bei Pu" is a masterpiece in the painting circles of the Republic of China. As a leading figure as famous as Zhang Daqian, his paintings were valuable at the time. However, this painting only outlines the hills and trees far and near, but does not start to color them. I don't know why. It's only half done, half finished product.

The other piece is a long calligraphy scroll. There is no need to open it. The inscription on the blue silk ribbon is "Authentic Vajra Paramita Sutra of Puru". When the long scroll is opened, the beginning is "Pu Xinshe Calligraphy Scroll". The writing is extremely vigorous. , the pen and stroke are flying in the air, and Zhang Rui's intention is seen at the turning point, and the signature is Yizhai.

“Sure enough, it’s Puru’s calligraphy!”

Chang Xian opened it slowly and calmed down. The long scroll was more than four meters long. In addition to two seals, one red and one white, he also wrote an inscription at the back. Without savoring the deliciousness, he saw "Old Wang Sun" stamped on the inscription. Xian Zhang, when I looked at the many inscriptions and postscripts at the back, I saw the word "Yuan Bai" in it, and I felt reassured.

Chang Xian rolled up the painting scroll, and while tying the ribbon on the scroll, he stretched out his hand: "Leave the things behind, can we lend a hand?"

It means that if you like something, start negotiating the price.

"Helping? Hey! I really don't know how to do this..."

Xiao Dazi's face turned red for a rare moment, and he turned his eyes and said, "To be honest, I don't know much about this kind of stuff. How about you give me a price?"

Chang Xian chuckled and said: "Okay, don't play with these vain people. Take a look at the huge Shenyang Road. Is there any rule for asking buyers to bid?"

Xiao Dazi laughed and was not embarrassed. He touched his head and pointed at the church that was vaguely visible at the intersection of the riverside crossing. He said tentatively: "Look, I'll tell you the truth. Although I haven't read much, I know this."

It’s a good thing, and the price is definitely higher than the church roof over there. But I don’t care how high your price is, just give me this amount.”

He stretched out his hand and shook it.

"Fifang? Okay, that's it then..."

"Hey hey hey! Don't mention it, it's just five directions? Why is it just like this?"

When Xiao Dazi heard that Chang Xian's name was Wufang, he was so anxious that his eyes nearly flew out: "Five hundred thousand! It's five hundred thousand!"

In jargon, the price is ten thousand per party. Xiao Dazi was so anxious that he stopped talking in jargon and directly asked for money. He found that his voice was a bit high, so he looked around for a moment, and immediately lowered his tone.

"Haha! It's okay, buddy. What are you thinking? Are you drinking too much or am I drinking too much?"

Chang Xian looked at this person with a half-smile: "Do you know the Great Hall of the People? Do you know the painting in the No. 1 living room of the Great Hall?"

As if knowing that he couldn't answer, he didn't wait for Xiao Dazi to answer, and said to himself: "Look at the thousands of reds..."

"Look at the mountains all red, the forests all dyed, the rivers all green, and hundreds of boats vying for the stream..." Xiao Dazi continued, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, and there was actually a poem that my brother could pick up. I've waited for this for a thousand years!

"This is it. This painting is included in our primary school textbooks. It is famous for its popularity. It is hung in the Great Hall of the People. It is specially used to receive foreign guests. It is a masterpiece of Mr. Li Keran. It is the highest level of painting in our country..."

"How much does Mr. Li Keran's painting cost? A painting is just over 200,000 yuan! You want to pay 500,000 yuan for a semi-finished product? Is this semi-finished product qualified to be hung in the Great Hall? 500,000 yuan?"

The autumn wind blowing through the fallen leaves often made Xiao Dazi a little confused. Which one, Li Keran or Pu Ru, has higher artistic attainments? Are the paintings hanging in the Great Hall of the People the highest-level paintings in the country? These questions are a bit high. He

Xiao Dazi's threshold is too low to reach.

As for whether the price of calligraphy and painting works should not be based on size, but should be based on size, he didn't ask, and Chang Xian naturally didn't say anything. Anyway, what he said was correct.

At the moment, it's probably okay to spend 200,000 yuan to buy a fan of Mr. Li's. Anyway, the fan, sketches, fighting formulas, and nave are all one piece, as are the four-foot paper and Zhangliu gold list. There's nothing wrong with that.

Seeing that Xiao Dazi seemed a little stunned, Chang Xian went up and patted him on the shoulder and said: "To be honest with you, let's put it this way, these two things are good things and were made by one person. If

If the Manchus were still there, this person might be able to become a Baylor Lord, but the price would definitely be high."

Puru is the direct grandson of Prince Gong of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Yi Xin. The eldest brother was adopted to his uncle and inherited the title of prince. As the eldest son of the second wife, he was deeply loved by Cixi. If the Manchu Qing Dynasty was still there, his father Zaiying's Baylor would definitely

He inherited it.

Well, by the way, his eldest brother, who succeeded Prince Gong, later spent all his family wealth and wanted to form an army to restore the Qing Dynasty. However, his family wealth was all gone and not a single hair was left on the army.

Chang Xian said calmly: "It's still a good thing now. If you put it at the shopkeeper Cao of Guyun Shanfang, if there is a way, fifty square meters won't work, but forty square meters will be fine..."

"Forty square meters? That's acceptable..."

"Hey! Wake up, hey! He is forty, not you! You are neither his father nor his son, so why are you forty?"

Chang Xian said angrily: "The antique store is closed for three days, and only open for food for three days. It pays attention to buying from the poor and selling to the rich. The receiving price is usually 20%. I'm kind-hearted and will burn incense for 30%."

"Thirty percent, 120,000?"

"Well, you must be lucky. Go from house to house. If you catch a shopkeeper who was lucky enough to win money yesterday, if you can't keep it all, you'll charge a high price!"

"Charged a high price?"

"This is one way, and I'll give you another way. I like these two things, but I don't have 120,000 yuan. If you add one yuan to me, the total will be 100,000 yuan. If you think it is enough, then it will be this 100,000 yuan."
Chapter completed!