How would I know?

Lin Han smiled and said, "There is nothing in the antique world that I don't know..."

Before he uttered the word "Tao", Lin Han's gaze was already fixed on the last ancient painting.

It is also a landscape painting.

However, unlike most freehand and lyrical calligraphy and paintings,

This painting looks very depressing.

The mountain in the painting occupies two-thirds of the entire painting in a particularly strange, top-heavy manner.

At the foot of the mountain, there are a few small grasses.

The grass had almost no living space left, it turned yellow and withered, almost dying.

Another big difference about this painting is that it only has an inscription but no title.

The inscription is "Hometown Grass".

Apart from this, there are no other markings.

I didn’t expect to see this painting here!

When Lin Han worked at the Shen Family Antique Shop, he never received any good merchandise.

At the same time, nothing can be sold.

One day, he went to a nearby park to relax in a depressed mood.

I met an old man who was very particular about his clothes and appearance.

Not only did this old man determine that Lin Han would achieve great things in the future, but he also told Lin Han many interesting stories and rare toys in the antique world.

Among them, the old man talked about such a painting.

He said that this painting was painted by Hai Rui, a great national hero of the Ming Dynasty.

The content of the painting is mountains and grass.

Hai Rui compared the poor people to grass, and the things that weighed down on them to Black Mountain.

Even the grass can survive in the cracks, but the people of the Ming Dynasty have no living space at all.

This painting was regarded as a treasure by the upright people at that time, and was used to criticize corrupt officials headed by Yan Song.

However, later, as Hai Rui became more famous, this painting disappeared in the political struggle.

The old man once said that Hai Rui's brushwork was simple and his painting skills were average.

But he cares about all people, so he can paint with a compassion that even famous painters cannot express.

The painting before us exudes just such a calm and tranquil feeling.

Seeing that Lin Han hadn't made any movement for a long time, Zhuang Yao, who was standing by, simply stood up, pointed at Zhu Da's painting, and said:

"I like it, I want this one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boss, who was snoring loudly, woke up with a cry.

I guess I have a natural sensitivity to words like "I want it".

When the stall owner saw how Zhuang Yao and Lin Han were dressed, he rubbed his eyes and sat up and asked:

"Beauty, do you like this one?"

Zhuang Yao put her hands behind her back and said, "Yes, how much?"

The stall owner chuckled twice and held up five fingers: "Fifty thousand."

"What?"

Zhuang Yao opened her charming amber eyes wide:

"You want fifty thousand for a fake painting?"

The stall owner scratched his head and looked at Zhuang Yao again:

"This is all true. If you don't believe me, ask someone else!"

As he spoke, the stall owner who was watching the fun nearby also came over.

However, they were not speaking for the stall owner, but for Lin Han and Zhuang Yao.

"Fatty, stop being so boring. Do you know who this is?"

The fat man selling paintings shook his head and the fat on his belly swayed.

"This is our Shuangmulin's boss, Lin Han! He likes your stuff, so sell it quickly!"

Someone nearby echoed:

"Hurry up and sell it! What's the use of fifty or sixty thousand? Forty-five thousand will do!"

Lin Han couldn't help but laugh inwardly when he heard this.

It's true that the buyer is never as smart as the seller.

It seems that they are speaking for themselves, but in fact, these bosses are more calculating than anyone else.

Lin Han coughed twice, pointed at Zhu Da's painting and said:

"Zhu Da rarely used the title 'Laughing'. The original painting also used 'Crying'. Look at your title, it's obviously fake. How dare you ask for 50,000?"

Buzz!

As soon as Lin Han finished speaking, the stall owners nearby started talking.

But this time, they didn't dare to speak so loudly.

Lin Han is well-known, and they all know something about him.

But unexpectedly, Lin Han could see the problem at a glance.

Not that these people recognize the painting.

They were all smart people, and just by looking at the fat man's expression, they could guess how much Lin Han was right.

The fat man chuckled and made up his mind:

"Crying and laughing, the two words are almost the same, how can you see it so clearly?"

Lin Han did not argue. He immediately took out his cell phone, searched for Zhu Da's signature, held it in front of the fat man, and asked him to identify it himself.

At this point, the fat man had nothing to say. He just pushed Lin Han's phone aside and tried to save face:

"All the stuff on the Internet is fake... all fake... I'll give you a discount, how about that, pretty girl?"

It would have been better if he didn't ask Zhuang Yao. Once he asked, Zhuang Yao knew that there was indeed something wrong with the painting.

She originally thought that even if it was not an authentic work of Zhu Da, it would at least be worth some money.

But the neighboring stall owner reduced the price by 5,000, and now the stall owner is lowering the price again on his own initiative, so it must be a fake!

As expected, Lin Han’s eyes are still sharp!

Zhuang Yao thought for a moment, pointed at the picture of vanilla that Lin Han had just looked at, and said:

"And that one, how much do you want for both?"

The fat man's eyes lit up when he looked at Xiangcao.

The rural grass has been in his hands for more than three years.

All the buyers either thought it was unlucky or didn't like the color combination.

All in all, I lost a lot of money by buying it for ten thousand!

Now, the fat man is naturally very happy that the beautiful woman in front of him wants it.

"How about this, two paintings for 40,000! I bought the Rural Grass for 40,000, and I'm selling it to you without making a single cent. This one by Zhu Da is a gift to you!"

When Zhuang Yao heard this, she was even more surprised.

Good job Lin Han, it turns out that rural grass is really more valuable than Zhu Da’s paintings.

However, no matter how she looked, she couldn't find anything special about Vanilla.

Zhuang Yao had no choice but to look to Lin Han for help.

Lin Han stretched out two fingers:

"Xiang Cao, you only paid 10,000 yuan for it. I'll give you 20,000 yuan so you don't have to pay for it. As for Zhu Da's copy, it's not good enough to wrap a book in a book cover!"

“Hey, you!”

The fat man was dumbfounded, but didn't know how to answer.

This young man named Lin Han in front of me is so amazing. He actually knows the purchase price of vanilla?

"You are the boss, give me some more." The fat man had no choice but to use his last trick.

Lin Han knew there was a way, so he insisted on not adding a penny.

After two minutes of arguing, the fat man gave in and the two paintings were sold for 20,000 yuan.

Holding the painting, Zhuang Yao followed Lin Han and got on the Cullinan.

She was sitting in the driver's seat, raising her arms and about to throw the two paintings into the back seat.

His arm was suddenly grabbed by Lin Han.

He just gently pulled out the vanilla, and then let Zhuang Yao throw the other one behind.

The grass slowly unfolded, and Lin Han looked at it from top to bottom, mesmerized.

Indeed, Hai Rui's brushwork is still a bit crude and his color matching and structure are not sophisticated enough.

But precisely because of this, this painting is filled with a lot of inexplicable truth and good intentions.

Especially those few small grasses, which were shaking and crumbling. Although they were together, they could not see the sunlight all day long and had never enjoyed the rain and dew.

Lin Han let out a long sigh, carefully rolled up the painting, and then carefully placed it on his lap.

Seeing him like this, Zhuang Yao couldn't help but ask:

“Is this painting valuable?”

"You treasure it so much?"