Chapter 2039 Selling Paintings
When Chu Heng came to the cultural relics store carrying the deer legs, it was already around two-thirty. Because the market was about to close, there were no customers in the store at this time.
Only Erxi was bargaining with a young man with a pale face. Yan Muche and Zhang Yiyan, two young old men, each holding an enamel cup, huddled behind the counter and chatted quietly.
"Oh, you are here, Master Chu." Seeing Chu Heng come in, Erxi quickly waved his hand to say hello, and then said to the young man who was arguing with him impatiently: "Okay, you are lucky today. Our Master Chu is here. I don't have time to stay here with you." Nonsense, it’s only fifty cents, keep the money.”
He put the fifty cents into the young man’s hand, and then picked up a pair of blue and white plum vases from the same year on the counter. The counter, and then Pidiandian ran out from behind the counter and went to make tea for Chu Heng.
The young man who got the money glanced at Chu Heng, happily took the money and came out of the house.
“Here we come.”
“You haven’t been here for some time.”
Yan Muche and Zhang glanced at each other and put down their enamel cups and stood up, seeing that he smelled of alcohol. Son, Zhang glanced at him and asked with a smile: "Hey, you came here after drinking?"
"Ah, in Pigeon Market To drink, it’s the sheep soup shed run by Xiao Zhao and his brothers.” Chu Heng slowly came to sit next to them, squinting his eyes and spitting out the alcohol: “Don’t say anything, Xiao Zhao. The boy’s craftsmanship is pretty good, and the mutton soup has a unique taste, which is no worse than those of the time-honored restaurants in the city.”
"Oh, tell him, he can be regarded as an old craft passed down from his ancestors, so it is definitely not bad." Yan Muze handed him a cigarette and told him about ancient times: "His cooking skill of haggis, The earliest I can count is the time of Mr. Xianfeng. When I was young, Xiao Zhao’s grandfather There is a shop right at Dengshikou, and they usually take care of their business. If the little devils didn't come in later, their mutton soup restaurant would probably be open until now."
" What? The Japanese won't let them go?" Chu Heng said in surprise.
"No." Zhang shook his head with a glance and said with hatred: "I remember it was because Xiao Zhao and his grandfather cursed a few devils, and the shop was smashed by those beasts, and the people also Take him away and kill him."
"Hey, this little devil is really hateful. He has killed many loyal people." Chu Heng sighed.
"Okay, let's not mention these things about old sesame seeds and rotten millet. Save yourself the trouble." Yan Muze handed over the account book: "Take a look at this. The business has been good recently. I have collected a few items. Good stuff.”
"Oh?"
As soon as Chu Heng took it and was about to take a look, the door was pushed open, and a man wrapped up tightly walked in furtively with his head lowered and a bag under his arm. He was holding a cloth bag with a long object in it.
"Drink a cup of tea to sober up." Erxi quickly put the freshly brewed teacup in front of Chu Heng, walked quickly into the counter, and greeted the visitor: "What are you selling?"
"Tell me how much this painting is worth." The man lowered his head and lowered his voice. He took off the cloth bag under his arm, untied it, took out a roll of painting and placed it on the velvet-covered cabinet.
“Silk painting!”
As soon as Erxi looked at the quality of the material revealed on the painting scroll, he knew that the silk painting in front of him was quite old and he didn't dare to start with it. He quickly shouted to Yan Muze: "Master, you have to come and take a look at this."
"Okay." Yan Muze was about to get up and go over after hearing this.
"I'll go." Chu Heng put a hand on his shoulder and stood up. He glanced at the man who came to sell paintings, and the smile on his face was a bit strange.
Soon, he came to Erxi's side and raised his hand to rest on the scroll.
"Be careful..." The man was about to remind him a few words, but when he looked up at him, he was stunned. Then he hurriedly lowered his head and reached out to grab the scroll on the cabinet to leave: "I don't want to sell it. ”
"Don't worry, we're here now, let's take a look before talking." Chu Heng politely put his hand away and slowly unfolded the scroll in front of him. "Eh!"
Seeing the signature on the painting, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and then quickly looked at the painting carefully.
This silk painting is from the famous Southern Song Dynasty painter Liang Kai. It depicts a portrait of Zhong Kui. The painting style is concise, flexible and expressive, and it vividly displays Zhong Kui's ugly and powerful characteristics. One look at it makes people feel intimidated.
And this painting has been passed down in an orderly manner. From the Song Dynasty to the present, it is densely packed with seals and signatures from more than a dozen collectors from various periods, including some familiar figures.
"Good stuff!" Chu Heng's eyes immediately fell in, and he quickly moved the lantern on the side further away, for fear of accidentally destroying this precious painting.
But the man selling flowers was so anxious that he broke out in sweat and shouted in a low voice: "You...why are you still buying and selling by force? Can't you do it if I don't sell?"
Chu Heng looked down at the painting and paid no attention to it.
Erxi smiled and explained: "Don't get me wrong, we don't do anything to buy or sell by force. Our master just likes this thing and just wants to take a look at it. When he finishes reading, you can If you don't want to sell it, just take it back Yes, come on, have a cigarette and take a break."
"I don't smoke." The man pushed away the cigarette he handed him and looked at Chu Heng who was concentrating on admiring the painting. He frowned, simply stamped his feet, turned around and left.
"You don't want the painting? Lao Zhan?" Chu Heng raised his head with a smile when he saw this. He knew who this guy was when he first came in. It was Zhan Jianjun, the would-be boss he wanted from the Academy of Fine Arts. .
Zhan Jianjun froze when his identity was revealed, turned around with a wry smile, pulled down the scarf and mask around his face, looked at Chu Heng with evasive eyes, and said with anxiety: "Chu...Chu Leader, why are you here? "This."
"I also like antiques. This shop is owned by an acquaintance of mine. Come here for a stroll." Chu Heng leaned against the counter, looked down at the statue of Zhong Kui, and asked, "What are you doing?" Painting is a rare and good thing. Why are you still willing to sell it? What happened to your family? "
"Yes." Zhan Jianjun nodded and sighed: "My father is seriously ill and is in urgent need of money. Not allowed I plan to sell this painting later to get subsidies."
"That's what I said." Chu Heng nodded clearly, then reluctantly rerolled the scroll: "How much is missing? Money?”
Zhan Jianjun thought he was going to accept the painting, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "Two hundred, you can give me two hundred."
"It's not expensive." Chu Heng nodded and packed the rolled up painting. He returned the bag and handed it to him again: "I am also a person who loves antiques, calligraphy and painting. Do you know what you are doing?" Such a mood, if you sell this painting, you will probably feel distressed for half your life, take it back quickly and hide it well."
Zhan Jianjun has been working hard under his staff, and he is also very fond of the family's character and ability. Appreciation, emotion and reason, he couldn't accept this painting.
“Huh?” Zhan Jianjun took the painting in shock, not understanding what it meant.
Immediately afterwards, Chu Heng took out a large amount of money from his pocket and handed it to him: "This is three hundred, take it first. If it's not enough, come to me. It's borrowed from you, so don't worry. Also, it will take ten or twenty years, and I will give it whenever I can.”
Zhan Jianjun has a bold personality, but at this time he couldn't reach out to take the money. He shook his head and said: "No, boss, I can't take this money."
"What kind of leader doesn't lead? In the unit, I It's the leader. I have to call you brother here. Come on. Keep it, brother, I appreciate it." Chu Heng put the money into his hand without any explanation, then turned to Er Xi and said: "Xizi, go get twenty kilograms of white flour, and I'm getting a few kilograms of beef, I want fat. "
"Yes." Erxi left in a hurry.