"Ah? National treasure?"
This surprised Zhuang Zhou as well.
I originally thought that this was just a mediocre painting by Yan Liben.
Therefore, it was not passed down to later generations.
But I didn't expect Liu Yunhe to be evaluated so highly.
"Do you know the Qingming Festival Along the River?"
Zhuang Zhou nodded in response, of course he knew that!
Liu Yunhe smiled and said:
"This is equivalent to the Song Dynasty version of Along the River During the Qingming Festival, and will play a huge role in the study of architecture, culture, and so on in the early Tang Dynasty."
Zhuang Zhou doesn't know much about research.
These are matters for experts and scholars.
Zhuang Zhou is more concerned about whether this thing will be classified as a national treasure.
Then can I still sell it myself?
When Zhuang Zhou asked, Liu Yunhe said with a righteous look on his face:
"This is something that benefits human cultural research. How can you only think about making money?"
“???”
Zhuang Zhou was speechless!
have to!
I am vulgar!
Zhuang Zhou was left speechless by Liu Yunhe's words.
After all, he just wanted to know the value of the painting.
After all, this is also a treasure he has worked hard to find.
"Old Liu, let's not talk about cultural studies for now. With your many years of experience, how much do you think this painting is worth?"
Zhuang Zhoushi asked tentatively.
Liu Yunhe pondered for a moment and said:
“That’s hard to say!
After all, this is a national treasure.
If we really want to estimate its value, it would probably be in the hundreds of millions.”
"100 million?"
Damn it!
Zhuang Zhou was shocked by the number.
Of course he knew the origin of this painting.
But it can’t be so priceless!
"Yes, billion."
Liu Yunhe nodded affirmatively:
"And this is just a conservative estimate. If it were to be auctioned at a Christie's auction, the price would probably be even higher."
After hearing this, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but feel excited.
If he could really sell this painting, his net worth would probably skyrocket.
As if he had seen through Zhuang Zhou's thoughts, Liu Yunhe added:
"But Xiaozhuang, this kind of national treasure can't be sold casually. It might cause trouble."
Zhuang Zhou pretended to be calm and nodded, then asked:
"Then, Lao Liu, what do you think I should do with this painting?"
Liu Yunhe thought for a moment, then said:
"I think you should first find a professional cultural relic appraisal agency to determine the authenticity and value of this painting."
Zhuang Zhou nodded, thinking that Liu Yunhe's suggestion made sense.
"That's fine! Do you know any professional appraisal agencies here?"
"Yes, I have!"
Liu Yunhe affirmed:
"I know an expert in this field at the Kyoto Museum who can help me make an appraisal, but I have to go to Kyoto."
"Yes, I know someone at the Kyoto Museum."
"Oh, who is it?"
"Pan Zhensong!"
"What? You know Pan Zhensong?"
"Ah, he is my great uncle."
This is obviously Meng Xuan's uncle.
Zhuang Zhou said it casually.
"Pan Zhensong is your uncle?"
Liu Yunhe was stunned, then burst into laughter:
"I didn't expect that! This circle is too small!"
"Why? You also know Pan Zhensong?"
"Of course! He's my college classmate."
All right!
This circle is really small.
After some casual chatting, Zhuang Zhou decided to fly to Kyoto again before the New Year to determine the value of the painting as soon as possible.
However, because of Yuchi Yiseng's previous painting, Zhuang Zhou was confident that this painting must be of great value.
If the Kyoto Museum needs to purchase it, it might consider selling it, which would also be a contribution to cultural research.
"By the way, Lao Liu, I have another calligraphy piece here. What do you think of it?"
After Zhuang Zhou finished speaking, Liu Yunhe seemed excited again.
"Bring it here for me to see!"
Zhuang Zhou opened the bag and took out the calligraphy written by Ouyang Xun.
This is Zhuang Zhou drinking three cups of white wine in a row, and Ouyang Xun wrote two lines of poetry for him:
"I was born with talents that will be useful, even if I lose all my money, I will get it back."
Liu Yunhe looked at it carefully and his expression became solemn again.
The whole person stared intently, as if in a trance.
One hand kept holding the glasses.
He really looks like an old scholar.
Zhuang Zhou sat aside without saying anything.
Liu Yunhe's expression gradually changed.
After a long time, I heard him let out a heavy breath:
“This handwriting is quite interesting!”
Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly and asked:
"Tell me, what's so interesting about it?"
Liu Yunhe put down the scroll and pondered for a moment.
Then he slowly spoke:
“Although the calligraphy looks new, it is really well written.
Come and see!
The streamline can be described as flowing like a dragon or snake.
Such superb calligraphy art is really rare to see.
I dare say that there are no more than five masters in China who can achieve this level of calligraphy skill.”
Zhuang Zhou wanted to laugh in his heart, thinking that all five of them were overestimating him.
Modern people’s calligraphy skills certainly cannot compare with those of the great Ouyang Xun!
But he naturally couldn't say this, so after thinking about it, he asked again:
"So how much is this calligraphy worth?"
Liu Yunhe finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes:
"Xiao Zhuang, when it comes to collecting antiques, don't always think about money!
This calligraphy is the unique cultural confidence of our nation, which cannot be measured by any amount of money."
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