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Actually, Meng Zitao didn¡¯t want to appear so eager, but he didn¡¯t have any friendship with Yu Haile, so it was not convenient for him to inquire about this person¡¯s situation.
Even if Meng Zitao could find out about Boss Song, this painting was too precious. He was worried about the long nights and dreams, so he immediately chased after it.
After leaving the store, Meng Zitao saw Boss Song walking in a hurry. He was worried that Boss Song would find another store to sell. He quickly followed him and shouted: "Boss Song, please wait a moment."
Boss Song stopped, turned around, and found that it was Meng Zitao, with a strange expression on his face: "What do you want?"
Meng Zitao glanced at the painting and calligraphy box in Boss Song's hand with a smile, and the meaning was self-evident.
Boss Song perked up and asked, "Little brother, do you really want to buy my painting?"
Meng Zitao said: "That's for sure, otherwise I wouldn't have caught up rashly. It should be okay, right?"
Boss Song said: "That's definitely no problem. Who can I do business with? As long as the price is reasonable, I can accept it. However, let's be honest, I won't sell it for less than 800,000."
Meng Zitao said: "Can we talk in another place?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"I'm not a local. It's up to you. As long as it's close to here, I'll have to go back later."
"I remember there is a teahouse over there, how about we go there?"
"no problem."
The two of them, plus the army following them, arrived at the teahouse that Boss Song was talking about.
After ordering tea with the waiter, the two got down to business. Boss Song took out the painting for Meng Zitao to appreciate.
Meng Zitao watched for nearly thirty minutes. It wasn't until Chen Zhongfeng couldn't wait any longer and called to inquire that he came back to his senses.
"This brother, I haven't asked for your name yet." Boss Song asked with a smile.
"My surname is Meng, Meng Zitao." Meng Zitao said: "Boss Song, my friend is eager to ask me to come over. Let's make a long story short. I think your painting is good. I wonder if the price can be cheaper?"
Boss Song shook his head and said: "I just said, this painting costs at least 800,000 yuan. To tell you the truth, the reason I sold this painting was because my company had liquidity problems. Otherwise, this painting would cost I¡¯m reluctant to sell it, so I definitely won¡¯t sell it for less than this price.¡±
"In addition, I don't know if you know the kind of person Mr. Yu is. To put it bluntly, he is a master who never sees rabbits and doesn't let go of hawks. If he didn't think that my painting is really good, there is no way he would say five things. One hundred thousand."
Meng Zitao didn¡¯t want to waste any more words and pretended to hesitate for a moment before agreeing to the price.
Next, the three of them went to a nearby bank to transfer money. After that, Meng Zitao asked Dajun to wait for him to come back in the teahouse with the paintings.
The painting had already passed through Yu Haile's hands, and now Meng Zitao bought it again and took it back. Although Yu Haile wouldn't say anything, he would definitely feel a little uncomfortable in his heart. Although Meng Zitao and Yu Haile have no close friendship, they still have to give Yu Haile some face. Even if they are just pretending, at least they will look better.
After solving this matter, Meng Zitao returned to the antique shop. At this time, there were two fewer people in the shop. There were only four people, Yu Haile and the middle-aged man who had just looked at him, as well as Chen Zhongfeng and Qian Chengyou.
Seeing Meng Zitao walk into the store, Chen Zhongfeng quickly called him over and said: "Shopkeeper Yu, as long as my friend has seen it and there is no problem, I will pay."
Yu Haile nodded and said to Meng Zitao with a smile: "Mr. Meng, please give me some advice."
When Meng Zitao saw Yu Haile calling him that, he knew that Chen Zhongfeng should have introduced him. Chen Zhongfeng probably wasn't that stupid and would tell his true identity. If he said it was okay then, given Yu Haile's character, he would either regret it or raise the price. possible.
¡°Don¡¯t take advice seriously, let¡¯s learn from each other.¡±
Meng Zitao laughed, and then picked up the gourd bottle on the table.
Seeing the way Meng Zitao picked up the gourd bottle, Yu Haile nodded inwardly. It seemed that although this man was young, he was still skillful in appraising porcelain.
It should be said that antique porcelains such as bottles, jars, and statues are generally made of two sections from bottom to top. Therefore, when picking up, you cannot hold the upper neck of the object with one hand. The correct way is to hold the neck with one hand and support the bottom with the other.
Some bottles, cans, and statues are decorated with ears. Do not just lift the ears when taking them out to avoid breakage or damage. Thin-bodied utensils are thin, light, delicate, and mobile.??. "
Chen Zhongfeng took out his mobile phone and called a friend. After the call, he looked depressed and sighed: "I am so self-righteous. At least several people in the Yingdu antique circle know about Yu Haile's gourd bottle." No, I naively thought that only a few people knew about this thing.¡±
In fact, although gossip spreads very quickly in the antiques industry, peers are not allowed to comment on this industry rule. Those who know the rules will still abide by them. Even if they get some information, they usually only know it well and never spread or spread it. External rumors, let alone deliberately disparaging the other party. This is not only a professional ethics in the business field, but also a professional ethics that must be understood in the antiques industry.
However, nowadays, there are many "critics" for various purposes, and the number of true and false experts and "black-hearted" experts who confuse right and wrong and confuse right and wrong has gradually increased, leaving some early-stage collectors indecisive and confused.
Qian Chengyou smiled and said: "Fortunately, you were smart today, otherwise you would have to take medicine again."
Chen Zhongfeng bowed his hand to Meng Zitao: "Brother Meng, I am really grateful for what happened today. I will treat you to a big dinner at noon today."
Meng Zitao laughed: "Then I'll wait."
Next, Chen Zhongfeng asked Meng Zitao to point out the problem of the gourd bottle. Meng Zitao did not want to be self-conscious and gave a detailed explanation.
Although he regretted not buying the real product, he was still very happy not to take the medicine. At the same time, he admired Meng Zitao's erudition, but he felt relieved when he thought that Meng Zitao was a close disciple of Zheng Anzhi. This is also the reason why Meng Zitao worshiped Zheng Anzhi as his teacher in the first place, so that everyone would not think too much because of his age.
At this time, Chen Zhongfeng thought of the landscape painting by Tang Yin just now, and asked curiously: "By the way, Brother Meng, what happened to the country painting just now? Did you buy it?"
Meng Zitao smiled slightly and said: "Of course, if I don't buy it, why did I chase you out just now?"
"How much did you buy it for?" Chen Zhongfeng was curious about this.
"The price the master said." Meng Zitao replied.
"800,000?" Chen Zhongfeng was a little surprised.
Meng Zitao smiled and said, "You don't think it's not worth it, do you?"
Chen Zhongfeng chuckled, and the meaning was self-evident. Like him, Qian Chengyou next to him also felt that Meng Zitao was too expensive to buy. After all, it was a forgery, and the price was very different from the original. The original price was high, and the author's Reputation plays a big part.
Meng Zitao smiled and said, "Whether it's worth it or not, let's go see the paintings and then we'll decide."
Meng Zitao took everyone to the teahouse, found Dajun, and then asked the waiter to wipe the table several times before taking out the paintings and unfolding them.
Seeing Meng Zitao being so careful, a thought flashed through Chen Zhongfeng's mind and he said in shock: "Brother Meng, you don't think this painting is Tang Yin's original work, do you?"
Before Meng Zitao could speak, Qian Chengyou exclaimed: "Tang Yin's authentic work?! This is impossible. How can anyone put a fake seal on an authentic work?"
Meng Zitao smiled slightly, and when he saw the waiter still standing at the door, he asked her to go out and close the door first, and then said to the two of them: "Don't jump to conclusions first, take a look at this painting first."
Qian Chengyou said with some embarrassment: "I have no research on calligraphy and painting."
¡°Then you step aside and I¡¯ll take a look first.¡±
Chen Zhongfeng pushed Qian Chengyou aside excitedly, wanting to appreciate the paintings.
Meng Zitao said somewhat speechlessly: "I said, can you wear a pair of gloves to look more professional?"
Chen Zhongfeng was a little embarrassed: "It's not like I didn't bring it with me."
"I'm impressed by you, you're so unprofessional." Meng Zitao opened his bag and took out gloves, a magnifying glass and other auxiliary tools for appreciation.
"Your tools are quite complete." Chen Zhongfeng smiled.
Meng Zitao smiled and said: "The human eye has limitations after all. Besides, there are already many auxiliary tools for identification on the market. In this case, you would be stupid if you don't use them."
Chen Zhongfeng nodded in agreement: "That makes sense. It seems that I will have to buy some tools later."
Next, Chen Zhongfeng observed the painting, while Meng Zitao explained the key points of identification beside him (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com