svetikya Chapter 122
Chapter 122
Ye Ran didn't say much when he listened to the young man's chatter, just looked up at the boss and said
, "Boss 20,000 yuan, right?
When the young man saw it, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said incredulously:
"Do you know that this painting is fake, and you still buy it?"
Ye Ran ignored the young man, and the boss angrily pointed at the young man as if he was going to say something.
The young man's companion couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled him and whispered, "Why are you talking so much? When the
young man heard this, he immediately shut up.
Seeing this, the owner of the stall waited for the young man for a year and then started to wrap up Ye Ran's painting quite quickly.
Turning his head to look at Ye Ran, the boss smiled and said
, "Young man, let me tell you, you bought the right one."
I dare to guarantee that this painting is definitely Zhang Daqian's inscription, not only this painting, but I have also seen other Zhang Daqian's inscriptions, it is exactly the same.
I'll tell you, like I'm listening to this young man talk nonsense, this thing is against it.
Seeing this, the young man suddenly became energetic again, and snorted coldly and said, "Cut." The stall
owner heard this, his eyes widened, and he picked up a vase and said loudly: "What do you say? I tell you to come to me again and demolish the stage, and I will open your brain." The
young man's companion saw that the stall owner seemed to be coming for real, so he immediately grabbed the young man and said with a smile:
"Boss, he didn't mean that." With
that, he dragged the young man away. Ye Ran ignored it, paid the money and left.
As soon as he left the booth, he glanced down at the live broadcast room, and the audience was all pointing at the young man.
"I'm laughing to death, this young man really doesn't understand the world at all, right? When others buy things, they come up and say that things are fake, what is this Nima called dismantling?" "Isn't
it, if this young man leaves a little later, I feel that the boss is going to do it."
"I see that Boss Ye is angry enough, and his eyes are about to eat people. "
Your focus is wrong, didn't you see Boss Ye picking up the leak again
?" "Is this painting really Zhang Daqian's?" "I'll go and ask Zhang Daqian's
Boss Ye, this leak is a bit big."
"Good girl, if this is Zhang Daqian's, wouldn't it be
tens of thousands?" "You really don't know the price upstairs, if this is really Zhang Daqian, let alone tens of thousands, hundreds of millions are possible."
"I don't look like those young people just now, they are professional at first glance, and I also graduated from Chinese painting. I don't think the style of the painting is right. "
Is it really fake? Can you still tell from the style of painting that the painting is right?"
......
Ye Ran saw the information guessed by the audience in the live broadcast room, pondered for a moment, smiled and said
, "Don't guess, this thing is not Zhang Daqian's." With that
, he ran to another stall, which was slightly larger than the others, and was filled with all kinds of old books and postcards. In general, it is a stall selling used books.
Ye Ran stood in front of the stall and copied a book from the Qing Dynasty, but it was not very valuable. He took a cursory look at it twice, then put it back where it was, and read a few copies in quick succession, which were not very valuable.
After rummaging for a while, Ye Ran found that there were quite a lot of ancient books in this stall, but they were not very valuable.
Ye Ran was not in a hurry, but after slowly picking the last one by one, he still didn't find anything.
After looking around and making sure that there was nothing to pick up, Ye Ran turned to the other side of the stall and began to pick up the pile of postcards.
Ye Ran took a closer look, none of those postcards were new, they were all used, some had words of blessing written on them, and some were empty and only had a stamp pasted on them.
Fingers swiped one by one, and Ye Ran looked at the numbers in front of him intently.
"Recycling price: 10 yuan, recycling price: 30 yuan, recycling price: 50 yuan...... are
all double-digit things, and some even only have a single digit.
Just when Ye Ran was a little helpless, suddenly a number broke into his sight.
9.8 million.
Ye Ran muttered a little and looked at the number, and suddenly fell into deep thought, he rubbed his eyes, picked up the postcard with his hand again, and looked at it over and over again.
The postcard was empty, there was only one stamp, nothing else, well, after a while, the system gave the identification result of nine million again.
After being stunned for a moment, Ye Ran reacted for a long time and quickly picked out the postcard, and was about to continue to choose, when his eyes turned, his gaze converged on a black notebook above the postcard.
Ye Ran took the notebook and took a closer look at it, the entire notebook was not small, and it looked like it was decades old.
But the appearance of the notebook is still very clean, and it seems that the owner of the notebook has taken good care of this notebook before.
After a while, the system gave an estimate, Ye Ran glanced at it, and his heart suddenly beat wildly. The notebook system gave an estimate of five million.
Seeing this, Ye Ran hurriedly opened the notebook and took a look, and in the notebook was a diary written with a fountain pen.
Many of the characters are written with a cursive taste, and Ye Ran can't read it clearly, but it is generally certain that this is an ordinary diary. I wrote most of the content of the book at once.
Ye Ran flipped through the notebook and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see that there was a mystery worth five million.
But after thinking about it, the system naturally couldn't make a mistake, so he took the notebook in his hand and picked up the postcard instead.
Ye Ran looked at the postcards and diaries he had picked out, and suddenly felt a lot of feelings, and at this time, he picked out more than 10 million from this booksstand, and he instantly thought of a sentence, called Chiqian Wang Baduo Temple Little Demon Wind. Sometimes this kind of stall is really not to be underestimated.
After picking for a while, Ye Ran picked out two postcards from the pile of postcards, each worth more than three million. Looking at the things in his hand, Ye Ran was simply happy, but he didn't show it.
After picking for more than ten minutes, I didn't encounter anything of value after reading the last postcard. After thinking about it, I have earned a lot now, and I should be satisfied.
After paying the money, Ye Ran was just about to turn around and leave, looking for an expert to give an estimate, he was now extremely curious about why the notebook with a black cover was worth more than five million.
As soon as he took two steps, Ye Ran heard someone say
, "Boss, what is this?" Ye Ran followed the voice and looked over and found that a young man was squatting in front of a stall full of all kinds of yellowed paper, holding a yellowed paper in his hand and asking
, "Boss, what
the hell is this?
Ye Ran looked at the things placed on the kid, and instantly came, and he leaned over with interest, only to see the stall owner smile and replied:
"That's the title deed, and this is the silver ticket." After speaking, he pointed to the many papers with red vermilion on the other side of the stall.