Sure enough, Qu Guanwen looked at Wang Fugui and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"
Wang Fugui said, "Why would I lie to you? My 'Antique Jewelry Shop' is right across from 'Yupanzhai'.
So no one knows better than me what is happening with Yupanzhai now."
Seeing Qu Guanwen lost in thought, Wang Fugui said with a cheeky face, "Boss Qu, why don't you let me help you with the appraisal? I'm really good at it."
Qu Guanwen raised his head, looked at Fu Song, then at Wang Fugui, and finally said, "Okay."
"Really? That's great!"
"Wait, Boss Wang, right? I have no problem asking you to appraise it, but I'll only pay 3,000 for the appraisal fee."
Wang Fugui: “…”
His face darkened instantly.
Just now, he shamelessly slandered Fu Song. Besides the fact that the two companies were competitors, the most important thing was that Qu Guanwen was willing to pay the high appraisal fee.
But now...
3,000 yuan is not even as much as he earned from appraisals for others.
His eyes slowly closed and then opened, Wang Fugui nodded: "Alright!"
He figured it out: no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat.
Although I have earned more than 3,000 yuan in appraisal fees, I only get this kind of good work a few times a year.
Qu Guanwen looked at Wang Fugui's greasy old face, was silent for a moment, and finally took out a long wooden box.
The moment anyone who knows a little about the business sees the long wooden box, their eyes light up.
Because the material of the wooden box is actually rosewood.
Rosewood is known as the king of wood, and there has been a saying since ancient times that "an inch of rosewood is worth an inch of gold."
This box alone is worth no less than one hundred thousand.
The wooden box was opened, revealing a painting and calligraphy.
When he saw the calligraphy and painting, Qu Guanwen's expression instantly became solemn.
He first cleaned the table in the living room, then wiped it three times to make sure there were no stains. Then he carefully held the scrolls at both ends and slowly spread them out on the table.
This is an ink painting featuring orchids. The paper is yellow and old, and it is obviously quite old.
The whole picture does not use many strokes, but with just a few strokes, the orchid is rendered vividly and full of charm.
While Qu Guanwen was opening the ancient painting, Wang Fugui also put on white gloves and took out a magnifying glass.
He started by looking at the branches and leaves of the orchid, and became more and more excited the more he looked.
When he saw the four characters "Bo Nan Shan Ren" in the signature and the title "Midnight Orchid Appreciation Picture", he was so excited that he shouted out loud.
"This is actually the work of Mr. Jinma Biji Veteran. It's incredible, absolutely incredible."
Wang Fugui was seen hunched over, his greasy old face almost touching the painting.
Even though Fu Song was already very unhappy, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Who is that... Golden Horse and Jade Chicken veteran?"
Wang Fugui raised his head and looked at Fu Song as if he was looking at a fool: "You don't even know the old soldier of the Golden Horse and Jade Chicken, and you dare to open an antique jewelry store?"
Fu Song: “?”
To be honest, he was a little confused at the moment.
He asked hesitantly, "Is the old soldier from the Golden Horse and Jade Rooster... very famous?"
But Wang Fugui ignored him and continued to study the painting "Appreciating Orchids at Midnight".
Fu Song: “…”
Am I being despised?
He had no choice but to ask Ran Wennian: "Professor Ran, who is the old soldier of the Golden Horse and Jade Chicken?"
In Fu Song's opinion, apart from Wang Fugui, the only person who knew about the old soldier of Jinma Biji was probably this erudite old gentleman.
Unexpectedly, Ran Wennian thought for a long time and finally shook his head: "I haven't heard of this person either."
Wang Fugui, who was studying ancient paintings, raised his head again and saw Ran Wennian's expression, which was full of confusion. "Professor Ran, you shouldn't be unaware of Sheng'an Jushi?"
Ran Wennian was stunned. "Layman Sheng'an? Are you talking about Yang Shen and Yang Yongxiu?"
"That's right, it's Yang Yongxiu!"
After hearing what the two said, even Fu Song, who considered himself gentle and elegant, couldn't help but sigh.
Damn, it’s not enough for you to just say Yang Shen, let alone the old soldier of the Golden Horse and Jade Chicken.
I almost mistook him for the Golden Horse and Jade Rooster Infantryman!
The four ways of writing the character "回" (return) in Kong Yiji's Chinese character are already quite bland, but if Kong Yiji met Wang Fugui, he would also shed tears.
Speaking of Yang Shen, many people may not be familiar with this name.
But when it comes to his works, he is definitely a household name.
Yang Shen is the author of Linjiangxian: The Rolling Yangtze River Flows Eastward:
"The Yangtze River rolls eastward, its waves wash away all heroes, and success or failure becomes nothing.
The green mountains remain, and the sunsets are still red.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank, accustomed to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze, are happy to meet each other with a pot of wine.
So many things in the past and present are just jokes."
But what Yang Shen is most famous for is not this poem, but his life experience.
In the sixth year of Zhengde, when Yang Shen was 24 years old, he took the imperial examination and directly won the top spot.
His father, Yang Yanhe, was also the top scorer in the imperial examination. In the second year after Yang Shen became the top scorer, his father was directly promoted to the chief minister of the cabinet.
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Such extreme glory should, according to common sense, lead to a life of prosperity and wealth.
However, things happen unexpectedly. Because of the change of emperor, the tough Yang Shen became a thorn in the eyes of the new emperor.
Finally, when he was 37 years old, an imperial decree sent him to Baoshan, Yunnan and Guizhou to serve as a soldier, where he remained until his death, no matter how much he was pardoned.
As for what soldiers do, it is difficult to describe. It can be roughly understood as Uncle Yang in the security room of a certain community.
Think about it, a man whose father was the Prime Minister, who himself was a top scholar, and a super-talented man who had been guarding the gate for half his life...
Although Yang Shen's official career was bumpy, his literary achievements were extremely amazing.
He was proficient in poetry, songs, calligraphy, painting, chess, and music, for example, the poem "Linjiangxian: The Rolling Yangtze River Flows East" represents his life.
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