Detective from the future

Chapter 247
When Han Bin got out of the taxi, he saw a fat figure standing at the entrance of Antique Street.

Holding a piece of cake in his hand, he doesn't know what it is rolled.

"Uncle, what time is it, why do you have breakfast?"

"I got up late today, and I went out to exercise again, and my meal was delayed." Wang Qingsheng said vaguely.

"Where shall we collect the paintings?"

"On this antique street, talk while walking." Wang Qingsheng led the way. To be precise, he ate while walking, his mouth was full, so he couldn't make room to speak.

Wang Qingsheng ate very fast, and after walking for a while, the burrito was already eaten.

Wang Qingsheng wiped his hands and showed a satisfied expression: "I'm full, I ate well in the morning, and I will be energetic this day."

Han Bin smiled and asked, "Uncle, is the place where you want to collect paintings also an antique shop?"

"It's not a store, it's a stall." Wang Qingsheng pointed to the front: "No, it's the one with the colorful flags in front."

Han Bin looked around, and on the stall not far away, there was a small colored flag as tall as a person. There were a lot of antiques on the stall, and a man and a woman were sitting behind to watch the stall.

After the two approached, they took a closer look. It was a man and a woman, about 40 years old, who looked like a couple. The man had very dark skin, was wearing a purse, and was wrapped in an army green coat. , where to squat like an old farmer.

The woman was wearing a red down jacket, carrying a gray bag on her body, and shouted: "Don't miss it when you pass by, the old brand of the stall for decades, it is absolutely genuine..."

"Uncle, the yelling is not very loud." Han Bin laughed.

"Do you feel a little silly?" Wang Qingsheng asked back.

Han Bin nodded, feeling a little bit.

"That's right, people are doing business with this stupidity. They have been shouting for so many years. Compared with other street stalls, their business is not bad." Wang Qingsheng said.

"What's the point?"

Wang Qingsheng smiled, and patted Han Bin on the shoulder: "It can only be understood, not expressed in words."

When the two walked to the stall, Wang Qingsheng said hello, "Old Lin, come out to practice the stall so early."

"Brother Wang, I can't compare to you. There are many children in the family, so I have to hurry up to earn tuition fees." The stall owner known as Lao Lin said.

"Old Lin, it sounds like you're looking at me." Wang Qingsheng said with a wry smile.

"Don't say that, I'm envious of you. I'm under a lot of pressure. If I don't drink half a catty of wine every day, I don't want to fall asleep." Lao Lin said.

"Old Lin, is your painting of Han Xuankun still there? Let me hold my eyes."

"Yo, I've caught my eye." Lao Lin said with a smile.

"Not to mention, I just want to see the authentic works of Han Xuankun." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.

"Come on, just wait, I'll get it for you."

"Don't tell me, let's change places and go to a teahouse." Wang Qingsheng suggested.

"Hey, the sun came out from the west today. Brother Wang invited me to drink tea. This is the first time." Lao Lin joked on his lips, but in his heart he was like a bright mirror, knowing that Wang Qingsheng had a crush on him.

Lao Lin told his wife a few words, carefully found a wooden box from the iron box next to it, and followed Wang Qingsheng and the other two.

Both of them set up street stalls. In order to avoid crowds, it is more appropriate to find a quiet place.

Old Yutou Tea House.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the clerk yelling: "Welcome, the three distinguished guests are invited inside."

Han Bin looked it over. The teahouse is divided into upper and lower floors. There are more than a dozen tables on the first floor and two wooden shelves in the middle. There are many antiques, such as jade, porcelain, and bronze. Have.

"There is a private room on the second floor."

"It's being prepared for you, please go upstairs." The waiter led the three of them to the private room on the second floor.

There are a total of four private rooms on the second floor, and a sign is hung on the door, saying 'pottery, jade, book, miscellaneous' respectively.

A group of three people entered the book room.

The private room is more than 20 square meters, with two tables, a square table, and a desk.

After the three sat down as guest and host, Lao Lin looked at Han Bin and asked, "What's the name of this gentleman?"

"This is my nephew Han Bin, who is interested in collecting, so I will take him with him, saving him from paying tuition everywhere." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.

"Hi Boss Lin."" Han Bin greeted.

"I can't be the boss, I'm just a stall operator." Lao Lin waved his hand and sized Han Bin up: "Brother Wang, you can be regarded as a successor."

While talking, two waiters came in, each carrying a wooden tray, one with nuts and fruit, and the other with a tea set.

"Leave it alone, we can brew it ourselves." Wang Qingsheng said.

The waiter nodded and left the private room.

Wang Qingsheng washed the tea set skillfully, then brewed a pot of Longjing tea and poured a cup for each of the three.

The three drank a cup of tea each, and chatted a few words about news in the industry.

Wang Qingsheng changed the subject and said, "Lao Lin, what about that painting, let me take another look."

Lao Lin smiled. Although he didn't point it out, he knew what Wang Qingsheng meant by inviting him.

Lao Lin took the wooden box and walked to the desk, unlocked the wooden box, and there was a picture scroll inside.

Lao Lin spread out the scroll, put it on the desk, and made a gesture of invitation: "Brother Wang, please."

Wang Qingsheng put on white gloves, walked to the side of the painting and observed it. After reading it roughly, he took out a magnifying glass, and went from beginning to end, from top to bottom, from left to right, and from bottom to bottom bit by bit. Observe carefully from top to bottom, from right to left, back and forth.

Han Bin was also a little curious, so he leaned over to take a look. It was an ink and wash landscape painting, with mountains in the distance, surrounded by clouds and mists, and unusually ethereal. Two gray cranes flew over the mountains, and there were two rows of calligraphy written on the right. "Suddenly heard that the nine-day black crane passed by, dare to ask the fairy family where to find it."

There is also a red seal below, with the four words 'Wumu Mountain People' printed on it.

Han Bin read it carefully several times. He has learned the skills of handwriting identification, and he still has some experience in calligraphy and painting.

After Han Bin finished watching, Wang Qingsheng was still watching seriously.

Lao Lin was drinking tea and eating nuts leisurely, without the slightest hint of urging.

Wang Qingsheng watched it for more than 40 minutes before putting away the magnifying glass and taking off his gloves. He sat down on the chair, poured a cup of tea and said, "I'm exhausted."

Holding the teapot, Lao Lin poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng, and said with a smile, "Brother Wang, how do you look, this painting is still eye-catching."

"Not bad, not bad." Wang Qingsheng said perfunctorily, and ate a pistachio.

"Brother Wang, we smart people don't talk dark words. I have been sitting with you for an hour. You are right, so you want to send me away."

"Old Lin, to tell you the truth, I am indeed interested in this thing, but I am still a little uncertain." Wang Qingsheng shook his head.

Lao Lin didn't answer, and looked at Han Bin beside him: "Brother Han, what do you think?"

"Boss Lin, may I ask, where did you get this painting?" Han Bin said.

"Old Lin, my nephew is a layman, don't mind." Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.

"It's okay, there's nothing we can't say." Lao Lin waved his hand and said, "This painting was collected by a distant relative of Han Xuankun and I. It is absolutely authentic."

"Then where did he get his distant relatives?" Han Bin asked.

"According to that distant relative, Han Xuankun gave it to him, but I don't think so." Lao Lin shook his head, took a sip of tea, and continued, "I think Han Xuankun's relatives entrusted him to do it."

"If it's Han Xuankun's relatives who want to sell it, why don't they sell it themselves? It's easier for people to believe it's genuine." Han Bin wondered.

"This scholarly family needs face. My own handwriting, can my son sell it?"

Lao Lin chuckled, and lowered his voice, "Besides, not long after Han Xuankun's death, his immediate family members all sold the paintings, and those collectors also had to wonder whether this painting is worth collecting or not."

(End of this chapter)