Chapter 28

"It turned out to be Mr. Lin, what a coincidence." Ye Tian smiled, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart. He came to the Antique City today to auction off Tang Dynasty porcelain bowls, but this thing belonged to the Lin family after all. Some are not so good.

"Master Ye, today is the beginning of our antique market in Qingzhou City, and there will be an auction, so there must be a lot of antiques." Lin Xiaotian was quite enthusiastic: "I heard that Master Han is here, I don't know if it is true Fake."

"Master Han?" Ye Tian was a little confused: "I really don't know much about masters in the antique world."

"You don't know, this Master Han is a real boss in Qingzhou, even our Lin Group dare not offend." Lin Xiaotian said solemnly: "He has a good reputation in the antique world, and he has a lot of money .”

"So that's it. It seems that Master Han has a pivotal position in Qingzhou." Ye Tian nodded, as he wished, the more masters came, the more he could see the origin of the Tang Dynasty porcelain bowl in his hand. It is not difficult to get 10 million.

"Boss, these are really ancestral calligraphy and paintings, but they are genuine. They have been handed down for dozens of generations. Isn't your price too low?" Not far away, an old man was holding a pair of calligraphy and painting to bargain with the shop owner: " And this is Song Jinqiao's handwriting, so why is it more than 500 yuan?"

"Old man, the 500 yuan is just for your pity." The fat man said coldly, "You don't even look at your calligraphy and painting. Where is it from Song Jinqiao? It's clearly a counterfeit and it's a loophole. Hundreds."

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. There are rumors in my ancestors that this is a calligraphy and painting that my ancestors bought back at a considerable price. If it weren't for the urgent need for money now, I would not sell it." The old man looked seriously: "One price , two thousand yuan."

"You old man knows how to do business, why don't you do this! Let's make a compromise, and I will pay 1,000 yuan to accept your calligraphy and painting." The fat man said.

The old man was thinking aside, his eyes were even more aggrieved, this calligraphy and painting was indeed handed down from the ancestors, and now the descendants can't survive, so they can only sell the calligraphy and painting, unexpectedly it is at this price.

"This old man, can you show me this calligraphy and painting?" Ye Tian stepped forward.

The old man opened the calligraphy and painting without hesitation: "Little brother, this calligraphy and painting of mine is really inherited from the ancestors. If you can pay 1500, I will sell it to you."

"Old man, I think this calligraphy and painting is really a bit like the original, how about it! I'll give you 10,000 yuan." Ye Tian was not polite, and directly prepared to transfer the money.

"I said, little guy, are you afraid that you have lost your mind?" The fat shopkeeper looked at Ye Tian coldly: "This is just a fake, and you actually paid 10,000 yuan to buy it."

"Everyone sees things differently. Maybe it's a fake in your eyes, but it's the supreme thing in my eyes." Ye Tian said lightly.

After the old man got the transfer, he left like a gallop, for fear that Ye Tian would repent, and the scene looked even more embarrassing.

"Master Ye, is this calligraphy and painting really valuable?" Ting Xiaotian looked at it from the side, but couldn't see any clues.

"This calligraphy and painting is the authentic work of Song Jinqiao. It's just an early work, and I'm afraid it's worth a lot." Ye Tian said lightly. He has a lot of ancient books in his mind, so the description of this aspect is naturally very clear.