Chapter 286
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In front of the venue, there was a stage with an appraisal area and an auction.
On the left and right sides of the appraisal area, there were many glass cabinets with various museum exhibits and some valuable personal exhibits.
Ye Xuan and Liu Yanran walked around and looked around. These antiques were indeed better than those on the antique street, but they were also half real and half fake. About two or three of the ten pieces were high-quality fakes. Overall, the quality was not bad.
At this time, on the other side, at a stall in the corner of the venue, a middle-aged boss in a Chinese tunic suit was holding a calligraphy painting and introducing it to the onlookers.
"This calligraphy painting was passed down from my ancestors. There is no signature, so I don't know who wrote it. Everyone, take a look. This calligraphy painting existed thousands of years ago and is now well-preserved. Everyone can come and have a look."
The structure of the calligraphy was not very good. It could be seen that the writer's basic skills were not good, and it was not beautiful enough. It was not a good calligraphy.
Moreover, there was a little literary connotation in this calligraphy, but at the same time, it did not have the rhythm of music and the artistic conception of the painting.
The brushwork and strokes were indeed good, but the overall structure was much less.
To be exact, this piece of calligraphy was, at best, of slightly above average quality. It was not very valuable.
Many people around were appreciating this calligraphy painting, but in terms of appreciation, they were not very good. They were just watching the fun and looking for something new.
At this time, Ye Xuan and Liu Yanran also strolled here. Hearing the boss shouting, they could not help but be curious and went forward to take a few glances.
Liu Yanran did not know much about calligraphy and painting, so she just looked at what was written on it.
When Ye Xuan saw this calligraphy painting, his eyes lit up, and there was an obvious surge of strange color on his face.
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On the other side of the stall, a young lady who was dressed beautifully and gave a refreshing feeling was also interested in this calligraphy painting.
She frowned, and there was a trace of affection on her face. It seemed that she liked this calligraphy painting very much.
"There's a sense of beauty and artistic conception in the blurriness of this calligraphy. It's as if it's pulling me away from this place and back to the green boat of a thousand years ago. My heart is throbbing a little."
"Hehe, then I'll be the boatman. I'll hold the oars and take Little Bing to see the green mountains and clear waters, and pass through the ancient roads and west winds."
The fat young man at the side stared at Zhou Bing with a blissful smile, his eyes filled with infatuation.
However, Zhou Bing showed a look of disdain. It was obvious that they were not a couple.
"I'm definitely going to see the mountains and rivers with the person I like. I'm going to hug him and admire the flowers and moon. How romantic would that be? You can forget about it."
Fatty was stunned for a moment. A trace of displeasure flashed across his face, but it quickly disappeared.
"It's fine. I'll be the boatman and coachman for the two of you. You'll need someone to take care of you when you go out to play. If you're not feeling well, I can help you out a little. I'll just watch you enjoy the flowers and the moon."
Zhou Bing was speechless and did not continue the topic.
He turned to the shop owner and asked, "Boss, how much is this piece of calligraphy?"
When the boss heard someone asking about the price, he was slightly happy and said in a deep voice,
"Not much, two hundred thousand."
When Fatty heard this, his face immediately fell. He pointed at the boss and said,
"Boss, don't talk nonsense. Your calligraphy is very ordinary. How dare you ask for two hundred thousand!"
"Aiyo, this piece of calligraphy was passed down from my ancestors. You can imagine the value of it!"
When the boss said this, he also felt a little guilty.
Although this piece of calligraphy was indeed passed down from his ancestors, he did not understand calligraphy and painting. He did not know how much this piece of calligraphy was worth. It would be embarrassing if he sold it too high, but it would be a loss if he sold it too low. It was also because he was in urgent need of money recently, so he had no choice but to sell it.
Fatty sneered and said to the boss with his lips curled up.
"My father is the appraisal expert of this cultural relic exchange. Do you understand what I mean? I'll give you another chance. You can quote a new price. "
When the boss heard the words "appraisal expert", he was a little nervous. After all, this piece of calligraphy had not been appraised, and it was not written by a famous calligraphy poet. Naturally, it was not too valuable. If he really took it to be appraised, it would be embarrassing. He might not even be able to do business at this rare cultural relic exchange.
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