Not only Yuan Tiangang, but everyone except Yunyin was shocked.
They thought they had gotten a bargain, but they didn't expect to get it so thoroughly—a hundred yuan, it's practically free.
I don't know which stall on this antique street made a killing, selling goods worth over seven million for a hundred dollars.
So, as the saying goes, every profession is like a mountain to climb. Even if you have mountains of gold and silver in your hands, it's useless if you don't understand it!
"I've dealt with these things my whole life, and I've never seen anyone find such a great bargain. Young man, how many years have you been in this business?" the old man asked with great interest.
Liu Yihang scratched his head: "To be honest, I just thought this cup was pretty good, so I bought it to play with."
Xiang Tianhong can testify that he described in detail the scene of meeting Liu Yihang and the original appearance of the porcelain bowl.
Everyone was stunned. It turned out that a complete novice had stumbled upon this treasure.
Yuan Tiangang had been collecting antiques for over ten or twenty years, and he had never found such a great bargain before. He was filled with envy.
"You're amazing!" He gave Liu Yihang a thumbs up.
Xiang Tianhong recalled the news she had seen in the newspaper.
"Are you the college student who saved someone in the newspaper a while ago?"
Liu Yihang was surprised that he recognized him, but he didn't try to hide it and nodded to admit it directly.
Several people knew about this and had even discussed it, and now they suddenly realized what had happened.
An ancient saying goes that Heaven cherishes life, and the way of Heaven is cyclical; every word and deed has its cause and effect.
This person is born with an upright demeanor, sowing good seeds and reaping good fruit. He deserves this treasure; others who get it can't control it.
The old man nodded in approval. This young man was not bad; it was a good thing that the treasure had come into his hands.
"I noticed you've been holding this painting the whole time. Did you find it today?" Yuan Tiangang asked, pointing to the scroll in Liu Yihang's hand.
"yes!"
"If you don't mind, could we take it out and have a taste together?"
Liu Yihang naturally agreed.
Xiang Tianhong found a brocade box, wrapped the porcelain bowl in several layers, and handed it to him.
Who would have thought that it was once a cat bowl? When it was first brought in, it was just casually placed in a transparent plastic bag, but in the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, its situation has changed completely.
The painting in Liu Yihang's hand was also placed on a clean table for display.
At first glance, all of them curled their lips in disapproval.
This is obviously a fake. It seems this young man's luck only works once.
Yuan Tiangang, still in high spirits, said, "It's obviously a replica, from modern times."
Instead of drawing a conclusion immediately, the old man looked at Liu Yihang and asked, "Why did you buy it?"
Liu Yihang certainly couldn't say it was because of the treasure-hunting rat, so he could only pretend to be confused: "It's probably just a feeling from the bottom of my heart!"
"What do you feel?" The old man didn't speak, but stepped forward to observe carefully.
Old ginger is spicier.
The problem that Xiang Tianhong and Yuan Tiangang hadn't noticed was immediately apparent to the old man.
He squeezed the scroll and asked Xiang Tianhong to find some tools.
"Young man, your painting is indeed quite interesting. On the surface, it looks like an ordinary imitation, but there might be something extraordinary inside."
If you agree, I'll open it for you and take a look.
Liu Yihang would definitely be more than happy to accept this.
"It's entirely up to you to decide."
Having received permission, the old man turned around and began to study it carefully.
"Is it a painting within a painting?" Xiang Tianhong had never encountered such a situation before, and she was extremely excited.
Xiang Tianhong and his nephew Xiang Yuanzhou also assisted him, and this whole ordeal lasted for two hours.
Liu Yihang and Yunyin drank countless cups of water, and they were almost asleep.
Exclamations of surprise rang out: "Finally done!"
"Grandpa, come and see what's this mysterious thing!" Yuan Tiangang said impatiently.
Everyone looked at the scroll in the old man's hand.
He carefully laid out the drawing paper, and the others stared intently at it.
"Why is it another 'Looking at the Spring and Listening to the Wind' painting?" Yuan Tiangang exclaimed in surprise.
The painting depicts strangely shaped peaks and rocks, ancient trees with dense shade, a gentle breeze and a cascading spring. Two scholars sit facing each other by the stream, watching the spring and listening to the wind, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere.
The poem in the upper right corner reads: "Looking down at the flowing spring and listening to the wind, the sound of the spring and the charm of the wind blend together like the sheng and yong. Why not write about the zither? It's because no one has the surname Zhong."
This painting is on silk and looks extremely fragile and antique.
"Could this be an authentic piece?"
Liu Yihang was astonished to find that the treasure inside was actually Tang Yin's original painting, "Watching the Spring and Listening to the Wind." He gaped in surprise.
Seeing that the young man's expression didn't seem fake, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that this young man was setting a trap for him.
From Northern Song Dynasty Jun ware porcelain to genuine works by Tang Yin, every piece is a treasure. This afternoon was incredibly exciting.
"I personally think this is an authentic work! However, my skill in painting is not as good as that of one of my friends. If he dares to guarantee it, then this painting is definitely an authentic work!" The old man was not entirely sure.
"You mean Master Ye? Why don't we just invite him over to take a look?" Yuan Tiangang was a straightforward person.
Xiang Tianhong looked at Liu Yihang: "Mr. Liu, do you agree?"
Liu Yihang checked the time; it was 4:30 PM, still a while before lunchtime.
I asked Yunyin and she had no objections.
"Okay then!" It won't hurt to double-check.
Yunyin was completely bewildered at this point.
Who exactly is Liu Yihang? Even God's favorite son couldn't be this powerful, right?
They came over in the afternoon and only bought these two items, and there was nothing unusual about them.
The turn of events was so unexpected; every item turned out to be a priceless treasure, creating an unreal feeling of something going from shoddy to genuine.
Liu Yihang didn't seem to be there to buy anything; he seemed to be there to gain prestige.
The others remained quite calm. That's just how the antique business is—real and fake, ups and downs. They were all seasoned veterans.
Xiang Tianhong called the senior brother the old man had mentioned. When the other party heard that the original "Watching the Spring and Listening to the Wind" painting had been discovered, he simply said, "Wait for me, I'll be there in twenty minutes!" and hung up.
However, less than twenty minutes later, only about twelve or thirteen minutes later, a little old man with gray hair ran into the store, panting heavily.
"Where is it? Where is the 'Listening to the Wind and Watching the Spring' painting?"
Xiang Tianhong quickly poured him some water to drink, and after he calmed down, she invited him into the inner room.
The old man took out a magnifying glass and almost pressed it against the surface to examine it, looking quite professional.
He occasionally let out a gasp of surprise.
After about fifteen minutes, he said with certainty, "It is undoubtedly a genuine work!"
Grandpa Xiang also breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid he had misjudged the situation. Since his old friend also said it was true, it seemed that he had really made it today and no one had set a trap.
Yuan Tiangang jumped up and down excitedly, even happier than if he had found the bargain himself.
"Master Ye, could you please tell me how much this painting is worth?"
Master Ye was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at his opponent: "How can you measure our national treasures with money! That's vulgar!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Yihang's heart skipped a beat. Was this old man going to ask him to hand over the property to the state?
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