The richest man in the world: one billion pocket money at the beginning

Chapter 14 This painting is very valuable
Chapter 14 This painting is very valuable
"President Qin, investment failure is something that everyone has to experience..."

"Even if you lose two or three million yuan, you must cheer up."

"Let's go to eat, I invite this meal, no matter how much it costs, as long as you cheer up!"

In the car, Zhou Qianran thought that Qin Feng's investment had failed, and was trying to comfort Qin Feng.

Zhou Qianran probably never comforted anyone, so her words sounded jerky, but she could still feel her sincerity in just a few words.

Qin Feng was concentrating on driving, his eyes focused on the road and vehicles ahead.

"Qianran, don't worry, if this painting makes less than [-] million yuan, I will bid farewell to the investment industry."

"no sooner said than done."

Qin Feng said with a smile.

Zhou Qianran opened her small mouth and looked at Qin Feng in surprise, her little head was full of question marks.

"Boss Qin, how did you know that this kind of painting is worth so much money?" Zhou Qianran asked strangely.

"Of course I don't know, so I came to see an expert for identification." As he spoke, Qin Feng drove to an antique alley.

This is the largest antique market in East China City, and most of the items auctioned by the auction house come from here.

The narrow roads in the alleys support a huge flow of passengers. The roads are crowded and bustling, just like going to a market.

The shops on both sides are close to each other, as if telling passers-by that this lot is very expensive.

Qin Feng found a store that looked fairly big, and walked in directly with Zhou Qianran.

"What are you doing, buying or selling?" The shop clerk was sitting behind the counter playing with his mobile phone, and neither of them bothered to get up when they saw Qin Feng.

"Appraisal of calligraphy and painting." Qin Feng replied lightly.

The waiter finally moved, looked up at Qin Feng, and felt that there was nothing in his hand. He said impatiently: "Bring the painting over, and I will appraise it for you."

"you?"

Qin Feng said directly: "You can't, call your boss."

The shop waiter refused to accept, got up and said: "What treasure do you have, I can't identify it yet?"

Qin Feng didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he directly put the scroll on the large table and slowly unfolded it.

The waiter opened his eyes wide, and wanted to make a proper appraisal, but he almost burst out laughing at the first glance.

"What kind of broken painting is this? The ink is so light, it looks like it was printed, and the handwriting is still so scribbled."

"This looks like a fake painting, and I don't even need to identify it."

As soon as the shop clerk finished saying this, an elderly yell came from the wooden building.

"With your little ability, you are also assigned to appraise calligraphy and painting? Hurry up and get out of here, so as not to embarrass me!"

While talking, an old man with a gray beard slowly walked down the stairs.

The old man glanced at Qin Feng, and then looked at his painting. He didn't expect that this glance was not important, and he almost sat down on the ground in fright.

The old man came over tremblingly, took out the white gloves from his pocket and put them on, gently touched the painting, and turned around and asked Qin Feng: "Young man, is this painting yours?"

"It's mine." Qin Feng replied calmly.

"you sure?"

"Very sure."

"Hurry up, upstairs please, upstairs please!" The old man immediately made an inviting gesture.

Soon, Qin Feng came upstairs with the painting.

Upstairs, there is a bigger desk. Qin Feng put the painting on the desk and unfolded it slowly.

The old man was beside him, staring at the painting intently with a complicated expression.

"Is this painting really yours?" the old man asked again.

Qin Feng nodded.

The old man asked again: "Then do you know the origin of this painting?"

Without waiting for Qin Feng to answer, the old man said directly: "This painting is the authentic work of Dong Qichang, a famous master of the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhou Qianran suddenly said: "Isn't that right? I've seen Dong Qichang's painting before, it's much better than this one, and the ink is not so light. This portrait looks like a photocopy."

The old man laughed, looked at Zhou Qianran with admiration, and said, "Little girl, you are very knowledgeable. You know Dong Qichang."

"Your suspicion is unreasonable, but you don't know Dong Qichang's background, so you think this painting is a fake."

"Dong Qichang in the Ming Dynasty ransacked his home in his later years. In order to avoid being traced, he covered these calligraphy and paintings with rice paper, making it look like a piece of white paper."

"It's just that with the passage of time, the rice paper on the top and the calligraphy and painting on the bottom have merged into one, and the ink color painted on it at the beginning has appeared."

"That's why you think this painting is very lightly inked. In fact, what you see is just its appearance after being covered with a layer of rice paper, and you don't see its true body."

"The real body should be like this..."

After the old man finished speaking, without waiting for Qin Feng's answer, he took out a small knife from the drawer, lay beside the calligraphy and painting, gently picked up a corner, and then tore it.

A layer of tissue paper the size of a fingernail was lifted open, revealing a clear and powerful ink detail underneath.

Seeing this, Zhou Qianran couldn't close her mouth in shock.

"There is still such an operation? This... This time I made a lot of money!" Zhou Qianran said in shock.

The old man next to him nodded, and said with a smile: "You're welcome to say, you really made a lot of money."

"Dong Qichang didn't keep much of Dong Qichang's original works after the house raid. The real ones that remained were all covered by him with rice paper. Similarly, they are also his most beloved."

"In the early years, if my master hadn't told me that Dong Qichang's paintings were invisible, maybe I would still be confused now."

The old man said with a smile.

Qin Feng remained silent, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The reason why he bought this painting for 300 million was because his eyes told him that the return on investment of this painting was more than a hundred times!
At this moment, the old man turned his head to look at Qin Feng, and An couldn't bear the excitement and asked him: "Little brother, do you sell this painting?"

"I can offer you a price that satisfies you, 2000 million!"

Faced with such a high price, Qin Feng didn't answer directly, but turned around and asked Zhou Qianran: "Qianran, what do you think?"

Zhou Qianran replied: "I am a realist. For me, the best investment is to realize cash."

Zhou Qianran supports resale, which is also in line with Qin Feng's thinking.

"Old man, I sold this painting to you, but I have a condition, I don't support installment payment, it must be in cash." Qin Feng said.

The old man smiled, "You kid, are you afraid that I won't be able to pay the money? You should take a good look at it. If you can open a shop in this area, there are a few who have no money."

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore, just follow me to the bank, and I'll transfer the money to you."

The old man smiled, bent his waist, and walked downstairs slowly.

When he went downstairs, Qin Feng saw the waiter again and said, "This apprentice of yours is quite discerning, isn't he?"

(End of this chapter)