Grandpa slowly took off his reading glasses, touched the frame of the painting with his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "Good painting, good painting!"
The good thing to open the door is indeed Wang Shishen's painting is good. ” The shopkeeper's vision is not bad, he can see that his grandfather was pushed in by Yang Jing and his uncle, and it is obvious that these three are dominated by this old man.
The shopkeeper smiled and bent down to the old man and said, "Old man, I have to say that your vision is this!"
The shopkeeper gave another thumbs up.
Grandpa was praised and laughed like a child.
The uncle bowed his head and asked his grandfather, "Dad, do you like this painting?"
” The old man nodded, but then shook his head and said: "If I am not mistaken, this painting should be Wang Shishen's real handiwork, I have seen a lot of paintings about plum blossoms, but if you want to talk about elegance and agility, you have to count Wang Shishen."
It's a very good painting, I like it very much, but we can't afford it.
Based on the size of this painting, it is estimated that it will cost 300,000 yuan now.
Xiaolong, forget it, I don't want this painting, I'll be satisfied after seeing it. ” When the shopkeeper heard the old man's words, his face became a little unpleasant, and he muttered in a low voice: "Old man, this painting is more than 300,000, and this painting is at least 1 million now." ” Yang Jing pulled the shopkeeper and said in a low voice: "My grandfather had a craniotomy seven years ago, and he basically can't remember what happened after the operation, but he can still remember what happened before the operation, and the price he said must be at least the price in 2010." ” When the boss heard this, his face became a little better, and he said in a low voice: "The old man still has this disease?"
” Yang Jing nodded and made a "please forgive me" expression.
The old man asked the shopkeeper, "How much is the minimum cost of this painting?"
” The shopkeeper looked at the old man, then at the painting, gritted his teeth and said, "The size of this painting is 104485 centimeters, which is considered medium in Wang Shishen's paintings, if you really want it, you can take one million."
No matter how low it is, I won't be able to sell it. ” This price made Yang Jing nod slightly.
In 2013, when Poly Hong Kong Spring Auction was held, there was a painting of Wang Shishen's "Camellia Orchid", with a size of 88,529 cm, which was smaller than this painting, and the result was a high price of 1.84 million Hong Kong dollars.
In the same year's Jiadeqiu auction, Wang Shishen's "Aomei Tu", which was about the same size as this painting, was auctioned for 1.01 million yuan.
If it were now, Wang Shishen's paintings would definitely fetch a higher price Of course, that was the price at auction, and the real price of Wang Shishen's paintings should be lower than the auction price.
Wang Shishen's plum blossom painting is definitely one of the top five masters in Chinese history, and it is said that the price of his plum paintings should be higher, but Wang Shishen has been selling paintings for a living all his life, and has left a lot of works after his death, so although his paintings are recognized as good paintings in the industry, they have not been able to sell at a high price.
In all fairness, now the owner of the store has given a price of one million, which is not really high, after all, this is Wang Shishen's real work.
Although the old man had his ears back, when he heard the boss's words, the old man was immediately unhappy.
"What?
Million?
Why are Wang Shishen's paintings so valuable now?
Two months ago, I just saw a picture of Wang Shishen's "Melan" from an old friend, which was much larger than this painting, but my old friend only spent 460,000 yuan to buy that painting.
Boss, you're too expensive."
Yang Jing and his uncle glanced at each other, and they both showed helpless wry smiles.
Needless to say, the old man has put the memories of seven years ago back to the present.
Fortunately, Yang Jing explained this to the shopkeeper just now, and the shopkeeper didn't care, otherwise the old man would have to blast the three of them out at once.
Yang Jing was really about to bargain again, but the old man's temper suddenly came up.
"Don't want it, don't want this painting, we can't afford it!
Little Dragon, push me out for a walk. ” At this time, the old man was like a child with a tantrum.
Old child, old child, once you start your temper, you have to honestly follow his wishes, otherwise the old man really dares to throw off the wheelchair and walk back by himself.
The old man smiled apologetically at the shopkeeper and pushed the old man out, and Yang Jing was ready to stay and explain to the boss again.
The boss is not a fool, he knew that this old man was sick, and he didn't wait for Yang Jing to explain, so he waved his hand with a smile and said, "I can understand this matter, little brother."
In fact, when my old man had Alzheimer's disease, it was also like this.
Forget it, that's it. ” Yang Jing helped the boss rehang the painting, and then said: "Boss, let's do it, I'll take a look from you again, and I'll buy one if I like it." ” The boss nodded with little interest, pointed over there and said: "There are still a few rare books in my collection, you can go over and take a look, as for the four treasures of the study, I also have two fine lake pens and two knives of the Eight Classics of Paper, if you have a match, I will give you a cheaper." ” Yang Jing nodded and walked over.
First looked at the lake pen collected by the shopkeeper and the two large paper samples put out, Yang Jing nodded slightly.
Things are indeed good things, but Yang Jing doesn't like to collect things like the four treasures of the study, and besides, although the things collected by the owner of this shop are in good condition, if you want to talk about the collection value, it is not very high.
Yang Jing had little interest in collecting such things, so he moved to the ancient books that were protected by the glass case.
There are a total of seven of these ancient books in the shopkeeper's collection, Yang Jing looked at it, and said to the shopkeeper: "Boss, can you take out this book for me to see?"
” Seeing Yang Jing take out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on, the shopkeeper hesitated slightly, then opened the cabinet and took out the book that Yang Jing was referring to from inside.
Carefully put the book on the counter, and the shopkeeper said: "Little brother, you have to be careful, although this book is not a precious Song version of the book, it is also a book from the Kangxi period."
Maybe the price isn't very high, but it took a lot of effort for me to collect this book in the first place. ” Hearing the boss's words, Yang Jing nodded and said, "Don't worry, boss, they are all people in the industry, and I know all these rules."
Regardless of whether the Song edition of the book, the Ming edition of the book or the Qing edition of the book, whether they are worth it or not, they are all treasures left by our ancestors, and we can't live with our ancestors. ”