China Entertainment 1981: Starting from Journey to the West

Speaking of Shen Zhou, laymen don’t know much about it, but when it comes to his two students, it can be said that women and children know that one of them is Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, and there are Wen Bi and Wen Zhengming, plus Qiu Ying and Qiu Shizhou, known as the four students of the Ming Dynasty. Everyone.

Shen Zhou, when future generations mention him, the first thing that comes to mind is not his attainments in painting, but...

Good one.

He was an easy-going person. At that time, some traders and lackeys in the Wu clan took a piece of paper to ask Shen Zhou for paintings, and he also responded to their requests.

What's even more amazing is that someone brought someone else's imitation of his painting and asked him to inscribe it, but he happily inscribed it and even gave it a seal.

To put it bluntly, this painting by Old Man Wang is also an imitation, with good brushwork but bad luck.

"If a famous person imitates a famous person, the imitation can be sold at a high price. You are almost embarrassed. Old man, how much did it cost?"

Looking at Old Man Wang's face, it was obvious that Gu Bei was right.

Now that everything was clear, in front of the experts, Old Man Wang stopped pretending and snatched the painting away.

"Boy, from what you're saying, you're an insider, but you don't even understand the rules?"

The rules in the antique shop are that when others are doing business, even if colleagues see a flaw, they cannot say anything, let alone ruin other people's business.

Is this pissed off?
Gu Bei chuckled: "Hey! Old man, did you remember to talk to me now? I followed here just to open my eyes. It's a pity that I didn't open my eyes, but you opened your eyes."

Old Man Wang was ridiculed and his eyes turned red: "Okay, okay, a hero comes from a young age. Uncle Wang has been around for so many years and fell into the hands of a stupid kid like you. You said I showed my eyes. Could it be that you have something good?" ?”

He still didn't believe it. Gu Bei, a young man, could hold real things in his hands.

In the past, when Beijing was the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, every brick you pulled out was an antique. However, after the torrent of time, many things were destroyed. Most of the preserved ones are collected in major museums, and they are indeed among the private sector. However, But it's hard to find.

"What a coincidence. Our family has been poor for eight generations, so the things that are hard to come by don't come to our family. But I don't have them, but I know someone who does."

"Who?"

As soon as these words came out, Old Man Wang knew that he had lost his temper.

It was true that he was repeatedly squeezed by Gu Bei, and his Taoist heart had long been unstable.

"Boy, you are bragging, haha. Someone else has it? Can you take it out?"

"Don't worry about it. What's going on? Do you want to open your eyes?"

Old Man Wang's eyes glanced at the inkstone on the Bogu shelf, and he wanted to take it over, copy it in his hand, and give Gu Beilai a hard blow.

"Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, but today's transaction seems to be really impossible. However, this... kid has what you want. If you are willing, you might as well go to his house and have a look. Of course, If you trust me, I can help you identify the authenticity."

Although Smith didn't know what the two people were talking about just now, it was obvious that the three paintings his friend King Mist took out were all fakes, which made him very disappointed.

At this moment, he heard that Gu Bei had treasures, and he was immediately interested. He was already preparing to return to the country, and wanted to bring some collections from the ancient oriental countries with him when he went back.

It's a pity that in the past, in my eagerness for success, the things I bought were all junk.

"Kid, is what Mr. Wang said true?"

Gu Bei didn't answer in a hurry, pretending to hesitate, and calmed down before saying: "Unfortunately, that thing is not mine. If you want to see it, I can take it out, but whether to sell it or not depends on my friend. Attitude."

Smith looked regretful when he heard this, but Old Man Wang understood it clearly.

They are just friends because they don’t want to bear the bad reputation of selling things passed down by their ancestors to foreigners.

Do you really think that since he has nothing genuine at home, he relies on fakes to deceive people?

I just don't want to take it out.

"It's still early, kid, why don't you get the things today and open my eyes too!"

Ho!
Gu Bei sneered: "You think everyone is just like you, pointing to this to eat? It's a Sunday, and someone has nothing to do. I originally wanted to see the real thing at your house to open my eyes, but who knew it was a waste of time? Time, let’s do it this way, if you really want to see it, I’ll bring it over next week.”

next week?
Old Man Wang felt like a cat scratching his head now. He had already decided that Gu Bei must have something good on his hands.

People in this field would feel very uncomfortable if they heard that someone had something good, but they couldn't see or touch it.

After a few more words, Gu Bei didn't respond at all.

Old Man Wang could only tell Smith the truth.

"Kid, I wonder if I can come and see your friend's collection next weekend."

Gu Bei hesitated again, but finally nodded.

"Boy, it's settled. When the time comes, don't run away without seeing anyone. Now you've had enough of running against me."

Ha ha!

"Where are you going? I have to give you a ride no matter what."

What's wrong?

Are you really planning to piss me off to death?

Old Man Wang was so choked that his breath was stuck in his throat and he almost died.

After coming out of the compound, Gu Bei was about to push the cart and leave, but was stopped by Smith who was chasing him.

"This is what we agreed to do. Thank you very much for saving me today."

Smith walked up to him and took out a wad of money from his coat pocket. It was not foreign currency or foreign exchange rolls, but stiff RMB with a face value of 10 yuan. Judging from the thickness, it was at least [-] yuan.

Is this considered asking for directions?Foreigners don’t play ABC, but have they started playing Art of War?

Gu Bei was not polite and directly reached out to take it, which surprised Smith. The Chinese people he was familiar with were reserved and reserved. Even if they were giving small gifts, they would give in repeatedly.

This young man is really...

"This is the proceeds of your labor."

Smith said, moving a little closer.

"Also, you mentioned your friend's collection just now. If you can convince him to sell it, I will pay you an additional reward. Of course, I will also give you a price that satisfies him for your friend's collection."

The fish has been hooked.

"It's easy to say. Next Sunday, when I'm still at King Mist's house, I'll bring the things over. If you're worried, you can find a knowledgeable person to help you."

Uh?
Smith didn't expect that Gu Bei would take the initiative to mention it. Of course he would find another expert. He no longer trusted Old Man Wang.

Judging from Smith's reaction, Gu Bei could guess what he was thinking.

As long as you dare to show it, the more fake it is, the less afraid others will see it.

"Goodbye!"

As he said that, he got on the bicycle and pushed his legs hard. By the time Smith came to his senses, Gu Bei had already ridden far away.

Bicycles travel back and forth in the streets and alleys. Unless you are a professional in criminal investigation, even a dog with a sharp nose will not be able to keep up.

After making sure that no one was following him, Gu Bei turned to a commission bank that he had already established a good relationship with.

The function of a consignment bank is similar to that of a pawn shop. People can take things on consignment and pay a certain handling fee. If they cannot sell it, they can redeem it, or they can buy it out directly in the store and then sell it themselves.

The price is very cheap, because there is a rule called "old is not new."

In these days, visiting commission stores is a hobby for many people, not for buying, but just for shopping. Sharp-eyed owners can often find some good treasures.

As soon as you enter the door, you will feel that the light is dim and the products are not neatly arranged. There are all kinds of furniture, porcelain, clothing, leather goods on the shelves, in the counters, and even on the floor...

As long as you can’t imagine it, there is nothing you can’t find in this place.

There are many kinds, most of them are second-hand goods, and there is no ticket.

Gu Bei went straight to a goldfish tank. There were a lot of scrolls stuffed in it. There were definitely no good ones, and the valuable ones had long been taken away by the cultural relics rescue team.

After choosing one piece, Gu Bei didn't even open it. The painting must be a work of craftsmanship and dated, but its artistic value was approximately zero. What he valued was the old silk hanging on it and the paper used for the painting.

I paid three yuan, took my things and left.

That is to say, now, in a few years, this thing will be hard to find.

I rode my bike home and bought some vegetables on the way. Farmers from the outskirts of the city brought them to the city to sell them. No food license was required, and they were cheap.

"Xiao Bei, where were you on Sunday? Your mother has been talking about you for a long time."

As soon as she entered the hospital, Aunt Liu reported to Gu Bei.

Today was the day for the whole family to clean up, but Gu Bei ran away quietly. His behavior of escaping from work was destined to be criticized.

"There's something going on, Auntie, please be busy first."

Gu Bei said hello and pushed the cart into the middle courtyard.

Sure enough, Li Sufen was still washing clothes by the pool with several neighbors. Gu Xiaowu was not idle either, hanging the washed clothes, sheets, and quilt covers to dry.

"Where are they? They disappeared early in the morning. I haven't seen anyone for a long time."

Seeing Gu Bei, Li Sufen scolded Gu Bei when she came up. When she saw the fresh vegetables he was carrying on the handlebar, she turned off the engine.

After humbly accepting the criticism and making a deep self-examination, Gu Bei was allowed to return to the house.

First, he hid the two sets of stamps, and then took out all his belongings from his pocket, including the balance saved by the original owner, the loot from the robbery, and the reward given by Smith.

After taking stock, I suddenly felt rich.

780, three yuan and forty-five cents, plus some food stamps, meat stamps, and cigarette stamps.

What is the average annual income of people in Beijing today?

According to Care Bei's current salary standard, even after successfully becoming a full-time employee, it would take almost a year and a half to earn this much.

Especially the five hundred given by Smith. Gu Bei took it and shook it in his hand, making a clattering sound.

Money came so easily that he couldn't help but consider whether to become a professional broker.

Being a little wealthy is not an option.

Picking up the painting she bought from the consignment shop, Lao Ayako found that the quality was good and the paper was good. The long line had been put down and the big fish had taken the bait.

"What are you doing? If you don't come out quickly, are you just waiting to tire your dad and me?"

When Li Sufen's shout came, Gu Bei didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly put away his things and money, took off his coat, and rolled up his sleeves.

Even if you are a master, you still have to do the housework!

"Mom! Just rest, I'll come, I'll come."