Fang Yanan's reporter was sick and took advantage of the gap between waiting for him, and also secretly ran out to make a phone call.

The price of antiques in the 80s is counted, although there is a slight change, but the change will not be big, the same is the painting of the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, according to the square foot, the expensive one is a few dollars more, the cheap one is a few dollars less, and finally calculated, the expensive one is at most one or two times the price of the cheaper.

However, although the current calligraphy and painting are cheap, it is also relative, Yang Rui bought two Wu Changshuo before, one is 180 yuan, one is 165 yuan, which is higher than the salary of ordinary workers, even if the middle-level civil servants want to buy with legal income, they have to think about it. In the era when there are not too many income channels, the people who have more purchasing power for antiques are really old cadres.

But in any case, the average price of 50 yuan mentioned by Huang Shiguan is impossible to get, not to mention the hundreds of calligraphy and paintings in the Ming and Qing dynasties, even the calligraphy and paintings of modern times, and there are not a few hundreds.

Fang Yanan called and asked about the real price, and determined that what Huang Shiguan said was untrue, and immediately became interested in Yang Rui.

"Is it a rich man in the new era, or a derivative of money and power trading?" Fang Yanan secretly wondered in his heart, and was even more interested in the details of Yang Rui's transaction.

In about an hour, the researcher invited by Professor Wang Yong rode a stubborn bicycle to the alley.

He knew Huang Shiguan, and smiled when he entered the door: "Good guy, I have heard recently that the sales department of Jiefangmen has a brain pump, and collects calligraphy and paintings at a high price. ”

Huang Shiguan's face turned pale when he was laughed, his hands were rubbed, and he begged for mercy: "Boss Qi, Lord Qi, you can't joke around, I just opened up to collect calligraphy and paintings, and when I see the good ones, take them down with three melons and two dates, so as not to grind time again, how can it become a big injustice in your mouth." This master was introduced by Director Qiao Qunqiao, you said that I was tired of life, and I was unhappy with his old man?"

"Old Joe is not qualified to be called a lonely widow. This Master Qi turned his head unhappily and asked Yang Rui, "Aren't you Wang Yong's student?

Yang Rui thought about it, didn't hide it, and said: "Minister Jing of Zhongsi is my elder, he knew that I wanted to buy calligraphy and paintings, and introduced Director Qiao to me." ”

Fang Yanan hurriedly wrote down Yang Rui's words in his heart.

The man known as Lord Qi said "En" and said: "I know that your family is good, but I have a habit of reading calligraphy and painting, I don't explain to people, if you want to believe it, you can believe it, and if you don't believe it, you will pull it down." Qiao Qun asked me to see the calligraphy and painting before, but he didn't want to believe it, if you help him see it, let's not waste time. ”

"I'm looking for myself. ”

"You call and ask this elder of yours to see what his opinion is. ”

"I look at it for myself, don't worry, I don't want you to explain, what you say is true is true, what you say is false is false. Yang Rui paused for a moment, and then said: "I believe Professor Wang Yong, but I don't want you to explain why it's true or false, you have to tell me how much the painting is worth, or compare it to a higher grade, this is okay, right?"

Master Qi moved his mouth and said: "Look at a painting, no matter how much, whether it is right or wrong, I will ask for 50 yuan, and when I see the afternoon, the light is not good, so I won't look at it." ”

After speaking, Lord Qi stretched out his hand directly.

Yang Rui did not hesitate to take 50 yuan to him.

Lord Qi saw that he was happy, nodded slightly, and asked Huang Shiguan: "Which room is the painting in?"

Huang Shiguan looked at Master Qi sympathetically, smiled in his heart, and said, "It's all here." ”

Lord Qi frowned and pushed open the nearest door.

The bookshelves are like forests, exuding a fresh wood fragrance.

"Yes. ”

"How much did you buy?" Lord Qi's scalp was a little numb. Appraisal of calligraphy and painting is a very laborious work, strictly speaking, a pair of calligraphy and painting to say that it takes several hours to identify.

Of course, in the environment of 84 years, the identification work can be simplified a lot, but with so many calligraphy and paintings, God knows how long it will take to identify.

Huang Shiguan smiled hesitantly, thinking: Finally, someone can restrain you.

He was silent on the surface, but he almost smiled in his heart, and said: "There are always thousands of paintings, I remember that you charge 50 yuan no matter how much you appraisal?"

Master Qi's lips trembled twice.

Yang Rui asked strangely: "Not every day?"

Just kidding, every day, he doesn't have to earn thousands of dollars a month, 50 at a time, and he has to bargain with others. Huang Shiguan said and laughed: "Shoot yourself in the foot with a stone, Master Qi, what do you say?"

"Fifty is fifty ......"

"No, it's fifty a day. Yang Rui looked around and asked, "How many days can the appraisal be completed?"

"I can't say, I can't say it. Lord Qi himself changed the rules, and he was a little discouraged, so he didn't say a word before he went into the room.

After a while, I saw Master Qi begin to move the painting scrolls one by one, and at the same time silently make notes.

Huang Shiguan smiled: "This is a delicate job, let's drink some tea, wait and see." ”

"How long will this take?"

"It's going to take a few days to do it all. ”

"Then I'll come back later. Yang Rui was a little interested, he originally imagined that with a wave of his hand, thousands of calligraphy and paintings would be taken away.

Speaking of which, there are no fakes in the domestic sales department, but the people in the sales department who can't keep it look away, or something else.

Think about it, if thirty years later, Yang Rui took out a painting and was about to sell it for money, and found out that it was a fake painting, the feeling of depression would be much stronger than today's refreshing feeling.

Therefore, seeing that Lord Qi in the room was slow, Yang Rui still decided to wait.

Fang Yanan wrote down the words of a few people, and when he returned to the BMW, he didn't have much to look at the car.

Leaving perfunctorily, Fang Yanan rushed back to the stage and began to write a notebook, she was going to write today's events as the beginning of a story.

As for what the story shows, whether it is praise or denigration, Fang Yanan didn't think about it so much.

After writing the book in a hurry, Fang Yanan went to the editor-in-chief to persuade him to shoot.

The editor-in-chief was frowning and watching TV in the office, and Fang Yanan called out, and the latter raised his head.

"What's the matter?" the editor-in-chief asked, turning off the VCR and looking up.

Fang Yanan hurriedly told the story he designed.

The editor-in-chief listened noncommittally, and it wasn't until Yang Rui's name appeared repeatedly that he suddenly said, "Yang Rui is Ruiyang?"

"What?"

"Have you seen Yang Rui?"

"Of course I do. Fang Yanan didn't know why.

"Then you recognize someone. The editor-in-chief said, quit the videotape, and took Fang Yanan out.

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