Chapter 27 Ancient Painting 2-"The City God is my ancestor, it turns out that I am the Nth generation of gods"

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"This is an ancient painting passed down from my family. It has been passed down for several generations. There have been a lot of things at home recently and I am in urgent need of money, so I thought of selling it to get some money for turnover." Qin Siyuan opened the scroll and said.

In response to his words, Zhang Jun just smiled and did not answer. There are many stories in the Antique City, and anyone who believes them is a fool.

Zhang Jun carefully looked at the unfolded scroll. It was a picture of a lady. The lady on the scroll was dressed in Ming Dynasty clothes. She had gentle eyebrows, a graceful figure, and delicate brushstrokes. Although the color was a bit dim, she could still see the beauty of the year. The painting style was simple, and it really looked like an ancient painting.

But after all, he was just a clerk in the store. He had studied with Uncle Li for several years and was good at identifying ordinary calligraphy and paintings. But when he came across such precious ancient paintings, he was not sure whether they were genuine or not, and he didn't dare to accept them easily.

What's more, Uncle Li is not in the store, and there is no way he would dare to collect such an item of unknown origin without the boss's instructions.

Wu Jiang was also looking at the painting attentively. When Zhang Jun and Qin Siyuan were not paying attention, he silently recited the mantra and quietly opened his yin and yang eyes.

Now, Wu Jiang understood clearly.

Zhang Jun looked at it for a long time, then reached out and gently touched the paper of the scroll. Then he straightened up, turned to Qin Siyuan and said: "Sir, your painting looks good, like an ancient relic, but I am not sure whether it is authentic or not. How about this? You quote a price first, and I will call the boss and tell him the situation and let him make a decision. Do you think it's okay?"

Qin Siyuan took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, and then quoted the price: "Fifty million! I will sell this painting for at least 500,000! This is a painting of a lady from the Ming Dynasty. If money hadn't been tight, I wouldn't have sold it at all!"

Zhang Jun still had a smile on his face, without any intention of bargaining: "Okay sir, I understand, I will call our boss right away." After saying that, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Uncle Li's number.

At this time, Li Shuzheng and Wu Shi'an were selecting rice paper in a rice paper workshop in Jingxian County.

When I received Zhang Jun's call, I immediately became interested. I didn't expect that I would come across such a deal while away from home.

"Give me the video. I'll take a look first." Uncle Li's voice came from the phone.He has been in the calligraphy and painting business for decades, and he has a sharp eye. Even if he is not familiar with it, he can still see a big difference.

Zhang Jun quickly agreed, hung up the phone, dialed Uncle Li's video call, and pointed his phone at the picture of the lady on the table.

Uncle Li stared at the painting on the screen, his eyes focused, and asked Zhang Jun to move his position from time to time. Finally, he looked carefully at the bell mark on the painting.

After watching it for a few minutes, Uncle Li slowly looked away, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and said to Zhang Jun on the other end of the video: "Give Mr. Qin the phone number, and let's talk about the price!"

Qin Siyuan took the phone and said, "Boss, I told you, the minimum is 500,000. I won't sell it below this amount."

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