Han Bin opened the album, admired the calligraphy, and asked, "Are these all Han Xuankun's paintings?"
"Yes, the pictures in this album are all real paintings. Although I've seen his original work, it's inevitable that I can't remember it clearly after a long time. If I verify it with the album, I'll have a deeper impression." After Wang Qingsheng said that, he looked at Wang Huifang and Han Weidong.
"Sister, brother-in-law, I'm not joking. Han Xuankun's paintings are rare. If you can buy an authentic collection, you will definitely make a profit."
Han Weidong seemed interested. "How much does one of Han Xuankun's paintings cost?"
"The price of the same artist's works varies. According to the size of the painting, the time of painting, the degree of exquisiteness, and the meaning of the painting, the price also varies. I can only give you a rough price. A few months ago, Han Xuankun's paintings were worth 30,000 to 40,000 yuan, but now it's about 40,000 to 50,000 yuan."
"Just because he died?" Wang Huifang asked.
"Yes, the artist is dead, and his paintings have become limited items. They can't be much more valuable than before," Wang Qingsheng explained.
"It's too extravagant to put a painting at home. Forget it." Han Weidong shook his head.
"Brother-in-law, it's useless to put the money in the bank. It's better to buy paintings. They can appreciate," Wang Qingsheng advised.
"Money is secondary. The key is that it's not good to hang a painting at home." Han Weidong waved his hand.
"Well, you're right. Compared with appreciation, promotion is more important." Wang Qingsheng smiled.
"Qingsheng, how much can you earn by helping someone buy a painting?" Wang Huifang asked with concern.
"I can sell it for 60,000 to 70,000 yuan." If someone else had asked, Wang Qingsheng would definitely not have told the truth.
"That's good. I can earn 10,000 to 20,000 yuan for one deal," Han Weidong said.
Wang Qingsheng drank a cup of tea and sighed. "It's not easy. After looking for a client, I have to find a seller. Moreover, the client only wants the real thing. Before buying, they have to appraise it. If they buy a fake, it will be in my hands."
"In that case, the risk is not small." Wang Huifang frowned.
"No one is an idiot. If Qingsheng doesn't take the risk, the client is willing to pay him a premium of ten or twenty thousand," Han Weidong said.
"Brother-in-law, you're right. This client is going to collect it and keep it for a long time. He knows the depth of the antique business and is afraid of buying a fake one. Coincidentally, I've talked to this client several times. He trusts me, so he asked me to help him collect one." Wang Qingsheng picked up a plum from the fruit plate and threw it into his mouth.
After eating, he liked to eat some snacks. It was not that he was not full, but he was used to it.
"Uncle, isn't the greatest pleasure of a collector to pick up scraps? What's the point of doing what your client did?" Han Bin picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng.
"Picking up scraps was the practice ten years ago. In recent years, no one expects to make a fortune by picking up scraps. The antique market is becoming more and more standardized. No one is stupid. Whose scraps are they? It's good that they don't offend others." Han Bin's question hit the bottom of his heart. Wang Qingsheng started to talk and continued.
"Nowadays, many rich people who are engaged in collecting will find an insider who is familiar with the antique business. They will negotiate the conditions in advance and appraise it before buying it. If it's real, they will buy it. If it's fake, it's the insider's fault."
"If it's real, the collector will definitely buy it at a premium. Can he make money?"
"People who are engaged in collecting are not short of money. They just want to hold it for a long time. Whether they make a profit or lose depends on their vision." Wang Qingsheng said.
To put it bluntly, Wang Qingsheng was a middleman who took the risk. He made a living by his vision. If he bought a real painting, he could make a profit. If he bought a fake painting, he would lose a lot.
"According to what you said, compared with a few years ago, the antique business is not so easy to do," Han Weidong said.
"It also depends on luck. There are some special customers who have some understanding of antiques, but they are not particularly proficient. If these people have the mentality of picking up scraps, it's easy for them to buy fake goods, and the antique shop can make a lot of money."
Wang Qingsheng joked with a smile, "Those who don't know won't buy; those who are proficient won't be fooled; those who don't know anything about antiques are easy to lose."
"It's normal. Those who just enter the industry will suffer a little loss. Those who know nothing about antiques are those who never know anything about antiques," Han Weidong said.
"If I had a good master, I wouldn't have to suffer so much. Talking about it makes me want to cry." Wang Qingsheng sighed with emotion and turned to look at Han Bin.
"Brother Bin, you can go with me when I collect the paintings. When it comes to judging people, you are more accurate than me."
"Let's see when. As long as there are no cases, I have time," Han Bin said.
Wang Huifang felt something was wrong. "Son, you and Miss Tan are completely out of the picture."
Han Bin nodded. "We haven't contacted each other these days."
"Well, let fate decide. Mom won't force you. When there's a suitable one, I'll introduce you." Wang Huifang sighed. Although she was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but feel disappointed.
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The next day.
The Criminal Investigation Unit of Yuhua Branch held a meeting. Deputy Director Dai Minghan presided over the meeting. Three squadron leaders and six team leaders attended the meeting. At the meeting, they summarized the key work and major cases during this period of time. At the same time, the performance of the Criminal Investigation Unit Three and Team Two was highly praised.
Han Bin, as a newcomer, also showed his face for the first time in the leadership meeting.
All the people present were his seniors. Han Bin said modestly that he would continue to work hard, obey the arrangement of the organization, and do his part for the peace of Qingdao.
After the meeting, Han Bin went to Zheng Kaixuan's office to sit for a while.
When he returned to the office, only Tian Li was reading the files alone. As for Sun Xiaopeng and Zhao Ming, they were busy with the closing procedures.
Criminal cases were not trivial. A case needed many procedures and materials from filing, investigation, arrest, trial, and closing.
After the investigation of a case, the public security organ must make sure that the facts of the crime were clear, and the evidence was reliable and sufficient. They must also write a prosecution opinion and transfer the case materials and evidence to the people's procuratorate at the same level.
In short, they were busy when they were handling a case, and they were busy when they were not handling a case.
Fortunately, Han Bin was now the team leader. Except for some important procedures, the other team members would handle the rest. He sat in the office, drinking tea and looking at his phone leisurely.
As for Li Hui, it was likely that he was on a blind date with a girl. Han Bin was also a little curious about whether this guy could succeed or not.
The next day, Han Bin rested.
After getting up in the morning, he ran a few laps around the neighborhood, went to his parents' house for breakfast, took a shower, and then took a taxi to the antique market.
Today, Wang Qingsheng was going to collect Han Xuankun's paintings, and Han Bin agreed to go with him.
Han Bin didn't know whether the paintings could be collected or not, but he would definitely make him pay for it.
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