C47 Buy a Fake Painting
C47 Buy a Fake Painting
Just as he was thinking about his own business, the sound of a truck suddenly came.
The bridge had yet to be repaired, so what about the sound of a truck? Yang Hsingchen quickly ran out and saw a manager of the Ministry of Engineering coming down from a small car he saw yesterday.
"Manager Chen, how did your car get here?" Yang Hsingchen asked in surprise.
"Haha, Boss Yang, our people have built a temporary bridge overnight. Although the horse is a bit ugly, it will not be a problem to take the car."
Yang Hsingchen was secretly surprised when he heard this. He could not help but sigh at the efficiency of their work.
Following Yang Hsingchen's request, the workers quickly built a temporary room with three bedrooms, a hall, a kitchen, and a guard not far away. Yang Hsingchen took his and Ling Nan's things into the space and only left some pots and pans for the workers to help carry.
After the workers finished moving the things, Yang Hsingchen packed his and Ling Nan's things and started to cook lunch.
When it was almost done, he was afraid that Ling Nan did not know where the new place was. He ordered the Hei Tan to bring Ling Nan back for dinner.
The flower cat Ling Aichen stuck to the Hei Tan all day long. When she saw that the Hei Tan was about to leave, she meow and immediately scuttled onto the back of the Hei Tan. The Hei Tan carried it towards the village committee. Along the way, it attracted countless people's laughter.
Su Yinxue did not come over to eat today. After all, her home was here and it was not a big deal to come over to eat.
After eating, Yang Hsingchen drove his Lan Sheng to the county town. He went to the county town and found a wood factory. After choosing the wood and paying the money, the person started to load the car.
He went to a market and bought some poultry and vegetable seeds to put in the Ring Space. When he walked out of the market, he accidentally saw an antique painting shop across the street. He thought that since he was starting to build a new house, he might as well buy an imitation painting and hang it at home.
"Ah, Boss, you're here? May I ask what you want? I have authentic old items here. " An old man in his sixties wearing glasses was talking nonsense with a serious expression.
"Oh, it's like this. I'm from the countryside. My home is building a house. I just want to buy an imitation painting and hang it at home. Don't sell real paintings to me. Not only do I not know how to appreciate them, but I also don't know how to appreciate them. And no money to buy. " Yang Hsingchen told the truth.
The old man was frustrated when he heard that. He was going to sharpen his knife and make a cut. Who knew that he would not be fooled and directly asked for the counterfeit. He instantly lost his spirit. He said weakly, "You can choose it yourself. Once you have chosen it, we will talk about the price."
The meaning was very clear. I have counterfeits here.
Yang Hsingchen nodded and looked carefully. Although he had bought fake goods, he still had to buy the things he liked, not the things he liked.
If the paintings here were real, they could not be fake anymore. It was difficult for an ordinary person to find one. There were many imitation paintings of Qi Baishi and Tang Bohu here. Of course, everyone came here to buy, with the mentality of enjoying themselves. If they really thought that there was a real painting here, then their heads would really be stuck by the door.
"Boss, how much is this peach blossom nunnery of Tang Bohu?" Yang Hsingchen stopped in front of a half-old imitation of Tang Bohu.
"Oh, this painting was sold to me by an impoverished middle-aged man. It's not full. This imitation is too ugly. It even broke a corner. I accepted it for 8000 yuan. You can just give me 10,000 yuan as a token of appreciation. "
Yang Hsingchen originally wanted to bargain, but when he saw the old man sitting there watching TV, he looked like he was not in the mood to talk business. He also knew that this was the old man who saw that he was wearing ordinary clothes and had nothing to gain from it. It would be strange if he could be enthusiastic.
He was too lazy to bargain with the old man. He said, Okay, that's it. Help me put it on.
The old man did not expect that a poor country bumpkin would actually ask for a price without paying it back. Only then did he become happy. One must know that this hat painting was only 2,000 yuan when he took it in. Although he had hung it here for half a year, he had earned eight thousand dollars in a single go. There was a reason why he was unhappy.
"Young man, you really have good taste. Let me tell you, although this painting is a bit fake, lying to country bumpkins is always accurate. When you go back to court, just say that you bought it for a few million. There will be people who will believe it." As the old man spoke, he swiftly put the painting away.
Yang Hsingchen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He took out ten thousand yuan from his pocket and gave it to him. The old man took the money and stuffed the painting in Yang Hsingchen's hand. He went to count the money.
When Yang Hsingchen just grabbed the painting, an inexplicable uneasiness, excitement, and loneliness suddenly came from the painting.
Yang Hsingchen was shocked in his heart. That's not right, he bought the painting of Tang Bohu's peach blossom nunnery. It should be a happy mood. Why would he feel uneasy? Oh my, a fake is indeed a fake. The emotions transmitted are all disordered.
He thought again, that's not right. I don't know how to draw, so how can I feel the artistic conception coming from the painting just by touching it with my hand? Could it be that there is something strange in the painting?
In order to prove that he was wrong, he placed the painting on the counter, and that restless, excited, and lonely feeling immediately disappeared. But when he picked up the painting, okay? This feeling immediately came from the painting.
There must be something strange about this painting!
After Yang Hsingchen walked out of the shop, he immediately dialed Wan Dong's number. When this guy heard about this, he immediately shouted that he wanted to come over.
Considering that he would be a few hours away from here, Yang Hsingchen decided to meet him in a city between the two of them. With this, the two of them would be able to meet up in about an hour at most.
After making the call, Yang Hsingchen got into the car and drove over. When he arrived in the city about ten minutes later... Wan Dong also came. The two of them entered a big hotel. Yang Hsingchen held his painting. Wan Dong carried a big black bag into the room he had booked.
"Come, let me see the treasure you bought." After closing the door of the room, Wan Dong impatiently urged.
Yang Hsingchen slowly spread the painting on the table. Although he had told Wan Dong before that it was a fake painting, after seeing the painting, Wan Dong could not help but laugh.
"Brother, if you want fake paintings in the future, I have a few of them with me. I bought them when I first entered the industry, but each painting is much better than yours. This painting... Hehe!"
Yang Hsingchen was so amused by him that his face turned red. He lit a cigarette and said stubbornly," I bought it because I felt that strange emotion. Otherwise, I wouldn't even want ten thousand yuan from you. "
"But why didn't I feel the uneasiness, excitement, and loneliness you mentioned?" Wan Dong took out a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully as he said.
"Hehe, perhaps your realm hasn't reached yet."
Wan Dong's mouth twitched. He thought, Bro, you spent ten thousand dollars to buy such a fake and ugly painting, and you still have the nerve to talk about realm with me?