"What's wrong?"
Huang Guangnian hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
Qin Zhaoyang said nothing but began to disassemble the scroll.
The painting has a scroll, and the scroll is usually hollow, which is normal.
But this scroll is heavier and thicker than the usual one, and if you look closely, you will find that it is somewhat out of place.
When the scroll was opened, Qin Zhaoyang poked it in with his finger and his eyes lit up. There was indeed something.
At this moment, Huang Guangnian was also aware of something, only watching TV and glancing at the warbler over here, feeling a bit strange.
So I stopped watching TV and came closer.
After a while, Qin Zhaoyang pulled out another painting from the scroll.
"Painting within a painting!"
Huang Guangnian was overjoyed!
Qin Zhaoyang shook his head and explained:
"In a sense, this is not a picture within a picture."
"Picture-in-picture means using another picture to cover the one you want to cover, that's picture-in-picture."
"As for this..."
"How much is this worth?"
Qin Zhaoyang had intended to show off his knowledge, but in the end, he was embarrassed.
Huang Guangnian had no intention of listening at all. Instead, he directly asked about the value of the painting.
What made Qin Zhaoyang even more speechless was that the painting had just been unfolded and no one knew who it was or what era it was. How could anyone have known what it was worth?
Qin Zhaoyang, too lazy to explain what a painting within a painting is, hurriedly began to look at the information of this painting.
It's more like a calligraphy copybook than a painting.
At the bottom of the calligraphy is a seal engraved with the words "Zizhen".
Who is Zizhen?
Qin Zhaoyang was completely bewildered, but he had a cheat code, so he wasn't afraid.
[Late Qing Dynasty Zizhen Calligraphy Copybook, genuine! Market price 2 million!]
[Zizhen, originally named He Shaoji, was a poet, painter and calligrapher]
...
Who is He Shaoji?
Qin Zhaoyang himself asked in his mind that he had never heard of this person.
"Chaoyang, who is this Zizhen?"
Huang Guangnian, regardless of whether Qin Zhaoyang knew or not, would still ask if it was necessary.
Qin Zhaoyang picked up his teacup to take a sip of tea and then organized his speech.
When he picked up the cup, he saw a full cup of tea leaves and immediately lost interest in drinking tea.
Huang Guangnian glared invisibly at Huang Ying, who stuck out her tongue.
"Zizhen, whose original name is He Shaoji, is..."
"And roast chicken? Is it a relative of the Heshen family?"
Qin Zhaoyang had just started when he was interrupted by the oriole beside him.
In fact, it's not the oriole's fault. What name did you give you? He Shaoji, Roast Chicken, Shaoji, this...
"He Shaoji, styled Zizhen, a poet, painter and calligrapher of the late Qing Dynasty."
"Especially skilled in cursive script, this calligraphy is a cursive script copybook by He Shaoji, quite good!"
In just a few words, Qin Zhaoyang recounted the origin and source of this painting.
"Chaoyang, then you say the price of this painting???"
Huang Guangnian was overjoyed at the moment, and it was one of the few times he got a bargain.
It's no wonder he's not happy. At the very least, for the next week, the antique circle in Jinling City will surely hear about this guy finding a bargain.
"The font is in good condition and should be worth around two million."
Huang Guangnian laughed. It's a big leak to buy a painting for 100,000 yuan and then sell it for 2 million yuan.
"Chaoyang, thanks to you, who would have thought there was a painting hidden in it!"
"What's meant to be a split when we meet, I'll transfer you a million!"
There is a rule in the antique world that if you find someone to help appraise an antique, you have to take a commission.
Also, for example, if you want to sell something and then find an intermediary to act as a go-between, you also need to take a commission.
Under normal circumstances, there is a guaranteed price, that is, the item, regardless of its value, must not be lower than this guaranteed price.
Of course, if it exceeds this price, it will be calculated as a percentage of the commission.
Under normal circumstances, it's one out of ten. What does that mean!
Take this painting for example. Qin Zhaoyang only needs to verify its authenticity, and the appearance fee will be 100,000.
If it were genuine, as it is now, then one out of ten would be at least 200,000.
But Huang Guangnian has plenty of money, and all he needs is the thrill of getting a bargain.
It doesn't matter whether it is money or not.
As for the split when you meet, that's a share of the spoils, not a commission.
"Brother Nian, you're joking!"
"Can I take this money? Aren't you cursing me?"
"Besides, it's been Nian who has been supporting me all this time. I can't even take this money!"
"Just add a little less tea next time, or plain boiled water will do!"
Qin Zhaoyang's last sentence was a joke, to put it simply, teasing.
But it wasn't a joke about Huang Guangnian, but it meant something else.
Huang Ying got a big red face, which was a kind of indirect criticism.
"Stingy!"
"Not even a joke!"
The Oriole muttered to herself.
Qin Zhaoyang didn't pay attention either.
He checked the time, then said goodbye and left.
"We common people are so happy today!"
As soon as Qin Zhaoyang left, Huang Guangnian took out his phone to start taking pictures while singing.
Yes, he's going to start showing off.
No, he's going to start Posting on Moments.
Qin Zhaoyang got home and, to avoid any misunderstanding, deliberately turned on the living room light this time.
Fortunately, there was no one.
I sniffed my armpits, and there was a distinct smell of sweat.
He hurriedly found his clothes and began to take a bath.
After taking a bath, I washed my clothes and hung them out to dry before I lay down in bed and picked up my phone.
As soon as he turned on his phone, he saw a message prompt. It was around 7 p.m., that is, the time when Qin Zhaoyang left Shen Sijia's villa.
I casually clicked on the message, and it was a bank account arrival message, 75 million, not a penny less.
Qin Zhaoyang was a little stunned.
Didn't Shen Sijia say she wouldn't give him the money for the time being?
What does it mean now?
Qin Zhaoyang took a screenshot of the message and then forwarded it to Shen Sijia via wechat.
There are three question marks behind it!
Just a few seconds after the message was sent, the other party replied.
[The King of Hell doesn't owe the little devil a debt!]
Qin Zhaoyang was speechless at this.
We're working together fairly, okay!
Is it wrong for me to take what I deserve?
Qin Zhaoyang was rather depressed. It seemed that the business wouldn't last long and he would have to find a new employer.
On the other side, Shen Sijia sent a message and waited for Qin Zhaoyang to reply to him, but this wait lasted for several minutes.
Shen Sijia began to reflect again.
Qin Zhaoyang won't be angry, will he?
But what he said was a bit inappropriate.
In a sense, Shen Sijia should not have withheld Qin Zhaoyang's money, after all, they were only in a business relationship.
At least, that's the case on the surface.
Just then, the message came!
Shen Sijia quickly clicked on it.