Chapter 592 Half-Baked

Liu Jinyou looked around. Of course, he didn't know much about the goods, but because Su Meng was with him, he still told him a lot about various materials.

This is what Su Meng learned specially. Sometimes when friends come to visit her home, she will introduce them to some questions. She likes Wang Yan's pretentious style very much. He always says amazing things so calmly. This kind of familiar pretentious style makes her yearn for it...

But in fact, Wang Yan is not really pretending. No matter how you count it, he has passed the time when he likes to pretend and show off. He has seen a lot and knows a lot. It's really normal. It's just that in the eyes of ordinary people, there is indeed a suspicion of pretending. It can be regarded as the most deadly invisible pretentious. Of course, that is based on the fact that ordinary people know Wang Yan's identity and status. If they don't know, then there is nothing to say, he is a complete pretender, and they don't think good things are real.

After walking around, Liu Jinyou finally stopped at the east side of the first floor of the main house, which belongs to Wang Yan's big study. A whole wall, a huge bookcase made of Huanghuali wood that directly connected to the ceiling, and a long desk for the boss, with a computer on one side and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the other side, and a few books scattered around. There was another red sandalwood table with a complete set of tea sets on it. And in the angle between the bookshelf and the south-facing French window, there was a blue and white scroll jar, which was densely filled with many rolled-up calligraphy and paintings.

While Su Meng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, Liu Jinyou leaned on the table to look carefully with his four eyes, picked up the tea sets, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, etc., played with them and looked at them, and then lay on the scroll jar to look at them, and finally pulled out a scroll from it, spread it on the boss's desk, and read it from beginning to end with the magnifying glass on the table.

Su Meng shook her head with a smile: "Uncle, are you so serious? It's just a wooden table, a ceramic jar, and some calligraphy and paintings. What's there? If you like it, I'll make the decision. Take whatever you like. Wang Yan has a lot of it. He always brings these things home when he has nothing to do."

"What do you know? If I'm not mistaken, this is an authentic engraved copy of Wang Xianzhi. Look at these seals. They are all celebrities." After saying that, he realized something was wrong and looked up at Su Meng: "You said Wang Yan has a lot?"

"Yes, quite a lot. He has a group of friends who make appointments to drink together when they have nothing to do. They say these are old things and antiques, and they talk about these things. They always talk about Liulichang, Panjiayuan, and history. I've heard it twice. The stories of those historical celebrities are quite interesting. Just tell me what you like and take it directly."

"My dear daughter, your uncle loves you well. You. "Liu Jinyou nodded repeatedly and asked with a smile: "Do you know how much this calligraphy is worth now?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be that expensive, right? I heard them say that it's not much money, just for fun."

"What a silly girl, you have to think about Wang Yan's status. He is such a great scientist, knowledgeable, can the small money he talks about really be small money? Let's not talk about anything else, just say that you live in such a big house now. At that time, I remember your mother wrote to me and told me that it cost more than 500,000 yuan. Isn't this money also small money in Wang Yan's mouth? "

Su Meng has never suffered since she was a child, and she has lived with Wang Yan for ten years. She has never worried about money. She has everything she wants and buys whatever she likes. After a long time, she naturally has no feeling for money. Although she earns less than 100 yuan a month working in the Education Bureau, it does not prevent her from treating money as dirt.

But she was not a fool, and now she had reacted. She blinked her big eyes and asked hesitantly: "Uncle, do you mean this calligraphy is very valuable?"

"What do you think? I can't say how much it is worth. It depends on how much the buyer likes it. But according to my estimation, if this calligraphy is auctioned in Hong Kong Island, it can at least exchange for the big house you live in now. It's hard to say how much more it is. It's possible to get millions. It's too rare."

"What? Worth so much money?" Su Meng exclaimed. She was stunned for a moment, and then mechanically turned her neck and looked at the dozens of paintings and calligraphy in the big vat: "How much are these things worth?"

"Not necessarily. It still depends on whether the author is a master and who has collected it. The value ranges from tens of thousands to tens of millions. If all the paintings and calligraphy in this vat are auctioned, it will be at least more than 10 million. It's amazing..."

Ignoring her uncle's sigh, Su Meng turned and walked straight to the kitchen in the west wing, where Wang Yan was helping to prepare meals.

Su Meng came over and asked directly: "The calligraphy and paintings in your jar are worth more than 10 million?"

As soon as this was said, the kitchen became quiet instantly. Mrs. Su, Su's mother, and the nanny who helped with the housework all looked at Wang Yan. More than 10 million was too sudden.

"Not only that, there are also works by Zhao Mengfu, Dong Qichang and other celebrities in it. It is conservatively estimated that it is worth 30 million. It is said that gold is valuable in troubled times and antiques are valuable in prosperous times. The market is not good now. In a few years, it will be 100 million or 200 million. In another 20 years, the calligraphy and paintings in that jar will be worth 100 million or 800 million."

Wang Yan smiled and looked at Su's father and Liu Jinyou who followed closely behind and were slightly out of breath: "Does my uncle also study these things?"

Liu Jinyou should know a little, but it is definitely impossible to say how capable he is. He probably heard about this kind of transaction in Hong Kong Island and has some understanding. Moreover, this old guy is Su's mother's biological brother, and he is not an uneducated rough man. It is understandable that he knows a little.

As for when they were originally in the show, it was not impossible for this group of people to be able to tell whether ordinary antiques were genuine or fake. As long as you have the corresponding professional knowledge, a lot of experience with physical objects, and careful study and rote memorization, you will be fine even if you don't have a deep cultural foundation. After all, antiques are there, and there are only so many shapes, characteristics and various craftsmanship. There is always something to gain from experiencing more. But it's only half-baked, not very sophisticated, otherwise Cheng Jianjun won't be able to deceive him enough to bankrupt his family in the later stage.

"I can't say research, but I have some understanding. I have participated in several auctions before, and I have seen auctions of calligraphy, paintings, and porcelain. To tell you the truth, when I come back this time, I plan to go for a walk and collect some antiques. Before. People who have passed by our area told me that there are so many good things in Beijing that the streets are lousy.”

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "It's not to that extent. There were indeed more things in the first few years, but most of them were from the Qing Dynasty. Now if you want to buy antiques, in addition to going to the countryside to buy them, you can also go to Panjiayuan, Liulichang and other places where stalls are practiced. "Son, there are a lot of antiques sold there, but there are also a lot of counterfeiters now. It's easy to spot them by accident, either individually or in groups. The water is quite deep."

"Oh, we'll talk about those things later." Su Meng waved her hand and asked, "Wang Yan, let me ask you, where did you get those things? And where did you get so much money?"

"Now that we have said this, grandma, parents, uncle, and Su Meng, let me tell you the truth. When Su Meng and I were dating, I didn't tell you the truth. At that time, I couldn't tell the truth. , in fact, I have been doing it all this time. I stopped when Liu Dahai went to the south to open a factory in 1979. Before that, my brothers were selling tickets and helping me look for these things. It has been fifteen or six years now. ”

Mrs. Su, who was picking celery, laughed and slapped Wang Yan on the back: "We have all thought of it. Su Meng is pregnant and has a baby. You can buy so many difficult things. Although you I always say it’s a friend who helps me, but it’s only once or twice. Who can keep doing things for you after a long time? We are not stupid. We can’t think of these things. But seeing that you don’t go out and run around, we don’t. say."

"You didn't expect it, did you? We already knew it."

After receiving a specific answer, Su Meng's newly raised insecurity disappeared instantly, and she said with a smile: "Then the antiques you have collected for so many years are only as small as ours?"

"That's a lot. Besides, these are all good things. It's hard for ordinary people to get even one. Aren't you satisfied?"

"Oh, uncle, you don't know that he always does important things quietly. If I don't ask, he won't tell. If I ask, he will tell everything. In this house now, this old man My husband has been renovating it for two years, and I didn’t know until it became habitable. You said he has been collecting it for more than ten years, so how can he only have so few things? Look at the four wine glasses on the window sill. I’ve been using it for more than ten years, so it’s a good thing, right?”

Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Jinyou went to the window and picked up the wine glass. He stared at it inside and out. After a while, he smiled awkwardly in the face of everyone's probing eyes, and then looked at Wang Yan: "My understanding of these things is limited. I really can't understand them in detail. Wang Yan, can you tell me?"

"It's Chenghua Doucai. These four are in a set. I cherish them. It doesn't matter how much they cost. It's not interesting." Wang Yan said with a smile: "Su Meng knows me better. Yes, I did accept it. I bought a lot of things, and I also bought three houses, and they were all kept there. When we moved here, Chunming and I were still chatting. I felt that the courtyard house would appreciate in value in the future, so I bought a few to keep and rely on them in the future. As long as we keep the house, we can eat and drink without worrying about it for the rest of our lives.

But I have to explain. I definitely didn’t hide it from you on purpose, but because the situation was tense before and I was afraid that you would be frightened. Besides, you weren’t interested in those things, so you never talked about it. "

Su Meng understood very well: "I'm really not interested. If we had known that you were just throwing around these things, we would have definitely said that you were just playing around with things and living in vain."

Look, ten years have not been in vain, the progress is obvious, and there is a lot of empathy. But it was definitely not what she showed. Su Meng was still a little unhappy because she felt that Wang Yan didn't trust her. Mrs. Su and others will also be a little dissatisfied, feeling that they are not treated as a family. But none of them will say it, no one will show it...

"Uncle, did you hear that? Wang Yan has a lot. Let's eat first today, and tomorrow we will go to those three houses to have a look. You can take whatever you like. Wang Yan, what do you think?"

"No problem at all."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile. He didn't care about those things at all. The main reason why he kept collecting them was because his father had allocated a lot for him at the beginning. He had no place to spend so much money, so he just kept collecting them until now. Su Meng was happy, so there was no harm in sending this old boy as a gift.

But there are some things that need to be said. He looked at Liu Jinyou and continued: "But uncle, I'll start with this. If you always like those things and keep them for yourself, then just pick a few and play with them. From now on. I plan to find a place to build a building specifically to store these antiques. You can live there and play with it as you like. But if you want to keep the things and sell them for money when the value increases in the future, then you can do whatever you want. I don't think it's worth it.

Let alone anything else, I cannot afford the reputation of being greedy for money and causing the outflow of national cultural heritage. You should also consider me. You are Su Meng's uncle, that is, my uncle. My identity is quite sensitive. If this matter gets out, it will be difficult for me to get by.

If you really want to make money, I can introduce you to some businesses. They are all big money-makers, much more profitable than dealing in these things. I won't promise you too much. It's easy to make a fortune of several hundred million. Although there is some suspicion of nepotism, as long as you do your job well and shut up others, there will be no problem. "

Liu Jinyou was a little embarrassed. After all, he just wanted to wait for the appreciation. But this niece-in-law was really awesome, and what he said was indeed right. As one of the hundreds of people who were selected from more than one billion people and are still alive, is that a joke? It can really make him take off and become a billionaire.

But before Liu Jinyou could speak, Su Meng spoke first: "What are you talking about? My uncle has worked hard in Hong Kong Island for so many years. Is he so shallow? You can like it, but my uncle can't like it? I'm still looking for reasons for you to hide this from us. This is to give you a chance to show off, do you know?"

Seeing his sister winking at him, Liu Jinyou nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Su Meng is right, I really like it, and I just want to see it for myself. As for what you said about introducing business to me, forget it. I have no children, and even if I make money, I will leave it to Binbin. You are not short of money, and I am not young anymore. I can't bring it with me when I die, so I can't use so much money. I'll use my little money to do some small business, try not to cause trouble to you and Su Meng, and just support myself comfortably. "

Wang Yan nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Uncle sees things clearly and lives a transparent life. Let's go to the three houses tomorrow and take what you like. But you really can't make a decision for a while. My three houses and more than 80,000 antiques are enough for you to look at for a while."

Hiss... Liu Jinyou took a breath: "With so many things, how many buildings do you have to build to accommodate them? Can I grant you such a large piece of land?"

"Of course it's impossible to collect them all. When I have time in a few years, I will go through them one by one. I will keep the ones I like and donate the ones I don't like to the antique museum. Anyway, I'm not short of money, and so many things can't be covered in dust in my hands. I can just regard it as my protection of cultural relics, making contributions to the country's archaeological cause, leaving a good name, and passing on a good story. Why not do it? "

Su's father nodded and said, "Well, this is a good idea, I support it."

Su Meng laughed and nodded, "The whole family supports it."

At this moment, a sound of jogging came, and at the same time, a child's voice rang out: "Grandma, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry..."

The penetrating power of a child's voice is still very strong. It must be that the second door has not entered, and it has started to shout first.

"Hey, Binbin is back." Liu Jinyou was startled, and then he ran out flexibly. The moment he turned around, it can be clearly seen that the fat on his face was pulled into an ugly shape because of inertia.

"Mom, who is this old...comrade? "

Wang Bin didn't say old man, old man, old grandpa or old fat boy, and he changed his words in time, but he couldn't avoid being slapped on the back of his head.

Su Meng closed her hand, pulled her grinning son, and came to Liu Jinyou: "This is your uncle who always gave you New Year's money on your birthday and wrote letters to wish you good study and peace. He is your grandmother's brother and your mother's uncle. Hurry up and call him."

Wang Bin simply bowed and called him: "Hello, uncle."

"Hey, good boy."

Liu Jinyou's little eyes were so happy that he couldn't see it. He bent down and rubbed Wang Bin's face with his chubby little hands: "Uncle has been thinking about you the most all these years, and today I finally see you. "

Wang Bin just stood there, grinning, because he was at a loss for what to do with the intimacy of such a stranger. He didn't know what to do, so he just smiled. He learned this from his father, who always smiled with the corners of his mouth turned up, giving people a gentle and amiable feeling.

It didn't matter that he couldn't speak. Liu Jinyou enthusiastically took Wang Bin to the east wing, opened his luggage in the room he had cleaned up for him, and found a lot of toys, as well as electronic watches, clothes, and some vacuum-packed food from Hong Kong Island.

Wang Bin was not unsophisticated, but when it came to toys, he was actually not bad at fresh things, but when it came to toys, he was really a little bit behind. Although there were all kinds of things made by his father, they were obviously not as fresh as those brought back from Hong Kong Island.

So the toy offensive was very good, and it only took a while, The old fat boy played happily with Wang Bin, and they were particularly close. And Liu Jinyou did show a lot of patience. As he said, he had no children, and his relatives were all in this yard. He had to rely on Su Meng and Wang Yan to take care of him in his old age. It was impossible to have a bad relationship.

As the saying goes, dumplings on the bus and noodles on the bus, so in addition to the rich dishes such as chicken, duck, fish and meat, the staple food was a bowl of fried noodles in old Beijing. After eating some more rice and drinking Maozi for a while, Liu Jinyou shed tears.

It was the indescribable feeling of a wanderer returning home, the lingering dream of his hometown, and the bitter tears of the hardships of the past.

At the dinner table, he talked about the thrilling experience of running to Hong Kong Island, and the threats and harassment of the Hong Kong police and gangster gangs when doing business. When he went there, it was still the era of the four major detectives. Wasn't he bullied...

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