Chapter 31 Prodigal

After returning to the acquisition station, Feng Kuang also pretended to open the painting and thought about it carefully.

However, the ancient paintings pay attention to an artistic conception. The mountains of this painting are not like mountains and rivers. People who are not like water also have a big-headed painting. They are not as good-looking as the New Year's paintings posted at home, which made him suddenly lose interest and still live with those old books.

Of course, Feng Kuang did not completely lose confidence in him. When he received Ye Tian and his son in the morning, the antique he said he received was this painting.

After listening to the sealed words, Ye Tian didn't feel anything, because he didn't have a complete understanding of antiques, but Ye Dongping was dumbfounded and muttered to himself in disbelief, "This... Is that okay?"

After deciding to do the antique business, Ye Dongping wrote to some classmates who were still in contact with him, and made a survey of the antique markets in various places.

Compared with the early 1980s, that is, four or five years ago, the domestic art market has begun to slowly recover. Some people with advanced vision are buying various types of antiques.

Just like a bed milling worker surnamed Ma in Beijing, who began to make antiques a few years ago, no one cares about these things at all, like the best yellow pear and mahogany tables and chairs, all of which cost five yuan each to the second-hand market, and it comes with door-to-door delivery.

Although Mr. Ma doesn't have much money, he has really poured a lot of good things in the past few years. The reason why Ye Dongping knows this is that one of his classmates lives opposite the door with Mr. Ma.

No matter what kind of commodity it is, as long as there is market demand, the price will naturally rise, and so will it be the same with antiques. Things that were worthless in the past few years are now worth a hundred times.

And with the gradual stabilization of people's lives, coupled with the law of "gold in prosperous antiques and troubled times", the antique market has slowly recovered in recent years. It is almost impossible to imagine checking leaks everywhere like in previous years.

"Uncle Ye, how much do you think this antique is worth?"

Seeing Ye Dongping meditating and saying nothing, he couldn't stand it. He only knew that his uncle said that antiques were valuable, but what kind of value was it? His eyes were blackened.

"I'm not sure how much it's worth, but... the lowest should be in this book, right?" After hearing the seal, Ye Dongping stretched out three fingers.

According to the news inquired by the classmate in Beijing, the ancient paintings of the Ming Dynasty are now famous and can be sold for at least 3,000 yuan in the market. That is to say, the things bought with this yuan have increased by 3,000 times.

"Thirty? Hey, didn't you make 30 times more money? It's worth it..." Feng Kuang's face showed joy. This antique business is really profitable. If you buy it for one yuan, it can be sold for 30 yuan.

Ye Dongping curled his lips when he heard the words and said, "That's how promising you are, 30 yuan? It's not even enough. Let me tell you, if this painting is sold in Beijing, he won't show it for 30 yuan..."

After Ye Dongping told Feng Kuang about what he knew, the boy's wine immediately woke up. He looked at the shabby scrolls in front of him in disbelief and stammered, "Ye...Uncle Ye, you... didn't lie to me, did you? You said... what you said is true? Is this... this broken painting worth 3,000 yuan?

"How fresh is it? Am I making up lies to tease you?"

Looking at Feng Kuang stunned, Ye Dongping laughed. Although the child didn't know a few big words, he was really lucky. This action was a big leak.

Suddenly, Feng Kuang patted his forehead, shouted strangely and ran out.

"Fengzi, what are you going to do?" Ye Dongping grabbed him.

"No, Uncle Ye, let go. I'll go to the old lady again. Maybe there is anything good in her house..."

"Okay, okay, how can there be such a good thing? You can be satisfied after taking advantage of it..."

Ye Dongping held the seal with a smile and said, "Let me tell you another story that happened in Beijing. That man is even more unlucky than this old lady..."

"Is there anyone more unlucky than throwing 3,000 yuan in vain?" After hearing Ye Dongping's words, Feng's attention was immediately attracted.

"Of course, the man threw millions for nothing..."

Ye Dongping also heard from his classmates about this. There is a family surnamed Bai in Beijing. His ancestor is a big collector in 49 cities, specializing in collecting porcelain, and his reputation in the industry is very loud.

In the early 1980s, there was a big director named Li Hanxiang in Hong Kong. When he was shooting a movie in Beijing, he found an acquaintance to visit someone surnamed Bai and came straight to the point and wanted to buy some porcelain.

At that time, the owner of the Bai family said that the good things had been smashed in the past few years, and now there is only a little foundation left, and there are still dozens of pieces. According to the owner's meaning, he just wants to sell one or two pieces, and the rest is a thought.

However, the man had a son. At that time, he admired the great director Li Hanxiang very much, so he tried his best to encourage him to sell things. In the end, the owner surnamed Bai finally couldn't resist his son's persuasion and sold more than 40 pieces of ancient porcelain to Li Hanxiang.

After getting the money, his son bought the "three major pieces" of refrigerator, color TV and tape recorder. At that time, he thought it was worth it. Some broken porcelain actually changed so many things.

Who knows that in 1983, Li Hanxiang sent a postcard and a magazine from Hong Kong to the boy of the Bai family. The boy looked through the magazine and found that there was an article introducing Li Hanxiang's collection of antiques. The title was "The Little Forbidden City" of the Great Director Li Hanxiang.

When the Bai boy looked at the picture, there were more than 20 collections of their family's things, and the price below was as low as hundreds of thousands to as many as millions of Hong Kong dollars. At that time, he was stunned, and then he understood how much he dared to be a "prodigal".

However, the boy of the Bai family was ashamed and brave. Later, he specialized in learning porcelain identification knowledge and made a lot of fame in the industry. Of course, these are all afterths.

This matter is basically known to everyone in Beijing's antique circle, and since this incident, people have paid more attention to the antique art market, but similar things rarely happen.

The news of the small county is relatively closed. The old lady sold Zhang Guhua for one yuan, which is still possible to happen in this era, but after all, this kind of thing can be encountered but not sought. If you look for it specially, you may not be able to meet it.

"Uncle Ye, do you mean that maybe this can happen again?" After listening to Ye Dongping's words, Feng's small eyes were shining, and he couldn't wait to pull the cart to continue to collect the rags now.

"Fengzi, this... this money, alas, if you encounter this again, give others more money..."

Ye Dongping is a highly educated person. He always has a little tantrums in his heart when he wants to take advantage of others in this way, but in business, he can't blame the situation.

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