Fang Yanan's reporter was sick and H took advantage of the gap between waiting for him and secretly ran out to make a phone call.

The prices of antiques in the 1980s were all evident. Although there were slight changes, the changes were not large. The same paintings from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty were calculated by square feet. The more expensive ones were, the less expensive ones were, and the less expensive ones were at most one or two times the cheaper ones.

However, although calligraphy and paintings are cheap nowadays, it is relatively common. The two Wu Changshuo that Yang Rui bought before, one of which costs 180 yuan and the other costs 165 yuan, which is higher than the salary of ordinary workers. Even if intermediate civil servants want to buy them based on legal income, they have to think about it. In an era when there are not many income channels, people who have more purchasing power for antiques are really old cadres.

But no matter what, the average price of 50 yuan that Huang Shiguan said is impossible to get. Not to mention that there were hundreds of calligraphy and paintings in the Ming and Qing dynasties, there were even hundreds of calligraphy and paintings in modern times.

Fang Yanan called and asked about the real price. She confirmed that what Huang Shiguan said was untrue, and immediately became interested in Yang Rui.

"Is it a rich man in the new era or a derivative of money and power transactions?" Fang Yanan was puzzled in her heart, and became more interested in Yang Rui's transaction details.

For about an hour, the researcher invited by Professor Wang Yong rode his stubborn bicycle into the alley.

He met Huang Shiguan and laughed when he entered the door: "Good guy, I have heard people say recently that the Jiefangmen business department has twitched and has purchased calligraphy and paintings at a high price. Is it true that you have found a sucker for your feelings."

Huang Shiguan's face was pale with a smile, and bowed with both hands, begging for mercy: "Boss Qi, Lord Qi, you can't joke around. I just opened my hand and collected the calligraphy and paintings. When I see the good ones, I will take them down for more than three melons and two dates, so as not to get time again. Why will it become a sucker in your mouth? This master was introduced by Director Qiao Qunqiao. You said I was tired of living and was unhappy for him?"

"Old Qiao is not qualified to be an idyllic." The Lord Qi turned his head unhappily and asked Yang Rui: "Aren't you Wang Yong's student? Qiao Qun is your elder?"

Yang Rui thought about it and said without hiding it, "Minister Jing of Zhongsi is my elder. He knew that I wanted to buy calligraphy and paintings, so he introduced Director Qiao to me."

Fang Yanan quickly wrote down Yang Rui's words in his heart.

The man called Lord Qi said "happy" and said, "I know your family is good, but I have a habit of reading calligraphy and paintings. I don't explain it to others. If you want to believe it, you believe it. If you don't believe it, you will fall down. Qiao Qun has asked me to read calligraphy and paintings before, but he doesn't want to believe it. If you help him see it, don't waste time."

"I'm watching for myself."

"Call your elder in Zhongsi to see what he thinks."

"I'm looking for it for myself, don't worry, I don't want you to explain it. If you say it's true, it's true, it's false." Yang Rui paused for a moment and said, "I believe Professor Wang Yong, but I don't want you to explain why it's true and false. You have to tell me how much the painting is worth, or compare the same level. Is this OK?"

Lord Qi moved his mouth and said, "When I read the painting, no matter how much or whether it is right or wrong, I will always cost 50 yuan. When I see that the light is not good, I won't look at it."

After saying that, Lord Qi stretched out his hand.

Yang Rui gave him 50 yuan without hesitation.

Seeing that he was happy, Lord Qi nodded slightly and asked Huang Shiguan: "Which room is it drawn?"

Huang Shiguan looked at Lord Qi sympathetically, smiled in his heart, and said, "It's all here."

Lord Qi frowned and pushed open the nearest door.

The bookshelf that is so beautiful is exuding a fresh woody fragrance.

"right."

"How much did you buy?" Lord Qi felt a little numb. Identifying calligraphy and painting is a very exhausting job. Strictly speaking, it takes less than a few hours to identify a calligraphy and painting.

Of course, in the 1984 environment, the appraisal work can be much simplified, but with so many calligraphy and paintings, God knows when to identify it.

Huang Shiguan smiled and thought to himself: Finally, there is someone who can control you.

He was calm on the surface, and almost burst into laughter in his heart, saying, "There are always thousands of pictures. I remember that no matter how many you appraise, you charge 50 yuan?"

Lord Qi's lips trembled twice.

Yang Rui asked strangely: "Not every day?"

Just kidding, every day, he doesn’t have to make thousands of yuan a month, but he has to bargain with 50 yuan at a time. "Huang Shiguan said and laughed: "He hit himself in the foot, Lord Qi, what do you say?"

"Fifty is fifty..."

"No, I'll be fifty every day." Yang Rui looked around and asked, "How many days will the identification be completed?"

"I can't say it, I can't say it." Lord Qi changed the rules himself and was a little dirty. Without saying a few words, he got into the room.

After a while, Lord Qi began to move the scroll one by one, while silently taking notes.

Huang Shiguan smiled and said, "This is a meticulous job. Let's drink some tea, wait."

"How long will it take to wait?"

"It will take several days to identify it all."

"Then I'll come back later." Yang Rui was a little relieved. What he originally imagined was to wave his hand and take away thousands of calligraphy and paintings.

Speaking of which, there are no fakes in the domestic business departments, but it is not guaranteed that the people in the business departments will be caught by it or have other problems.

I thought it was thirty years later, Yang Rui took out a painting to sell it for money, but found that it was a fake painting. The feeling of depression was much stronger than the pleasure today.

Therefore, seeing Lord Qi in the room slow, Yang Rui decided to wait.

Fang Yanan wrote down a few people's words and when he returned to the BMW, he had no time to look at the car.

After leaving perfunctorily, Fang Yanan ran back to Taiwan and started writing a book. She was about to write today's events as the beginning of a story.

As for what the story shows, whether it is a compliment or a criticism, Fang Yanan didn't think so much about it.

After writing the book in a hurry, Fang Yanan went to the editor-in-chief and wanted to convince him to come and shoot.

The editor-in-chief frowned and watched TV in the office. Fang Yanan called out, and the latter raised his head.

"What's the matter?" The editor-in-chief paused the video recorder and looked up and asked.

Fang Yanan quickly told the story he designed.

The editor-in-chief listened without comment until Yang Rui's name appeared repeatedly that he suddenly said, "Yang Rui is ruiyang?"

"What?"

"Have you ever met Yang Rui?"

"Of course I've seen it." Fang Yanan didn't understand why.

"Then you recognize someone." The editor-in-chief said, withdrew from the videotape and took Fang Yanan out.

……
Chapter completed!