Chapter 1239 (1/2)
Each car here is worth at least ten million.
If this were an ordinary person, he would be very excited to hear this.
But he Jinyin shook his head and said, ”No.”
He doesn't want to accept gifts from others.
In this way, you will owe others.
Duan linger heard he Jinyin refuse, but he didn't force it.
In her opinion, a car is nothing in he Jinyin's eyes.
If he wants, he can have it at will.
They walked out of the parking lot and then headed for the manor.
The manor has six floors and countless rooms.
At this time, Duan Qingfeng is watering flowers in the yard.
Duan linger took he Jinyin and came to him.
”Grandpa, Mr. He is here.” Duan linger spoke.
Duan Qingfeng turned his head and saw he Jinyin.
With a smile on his face, he put down the watering pot and walked towards he Jinyin.
And he smiled and said, ”Mr. He, here you are. Please hurry. ”
He invited he Jinyin to the hall on the first floor of the manor.
The hall is resplendent and the tea table is an antique of the Ming Dynasty. He Jinyin saw it and knew it was the tea table used by Emperor Qianlong.
Duan Qingfeng asked her granddaughter Duan linger to make tea.
Teapots and cups are priceless antiques.
Duan Qingfeng prefers antiques and intends to ”show off”.
I want to test he Jinyin.
He said, ”Mr. He, do you know how old the teapots are?”
He Jinyin said softly, ”this teapot is opened on both sides. On one side, it depicts the tea tasting scene of high scholars under the court, and on the other side, it is inscribed with poems by the emperor. The body of the teapot is painted with flowers and grass patterns on the yellow ground, and the patterns extend to the button of the teapot. This teapot has a unique shape and fine workmanship. It should be used as a palace utensil or for the emperor.”
”If I'm not mistaken, he should be 'Qianlong imperial poetry teapot'
”This pot inherits the craft style created by Tang Ying (1682-1756), the pottery supervisor of Jingdezhen Yuyu factory.”
”How many years ago, you can tell by calculation!”
As soon as this remark came out, Duan linger, who was about to make tea with the ”Qianlong imperial poetry teapot”, was stunned.
Duan Qingfeng was also stunned, because he Jinyin was absolutely right.
Both were surprised.
”Mr. He, you still know antiques?”
He Jinyin said modestly, ”I know a little!”
”I'm afraid it's not a simple understanding of one or two?” Duan Qingfeng smiled.
He is also a man who likes collecting antiques.
Therefore, when you see he Jinyin, you can see the origin of this ”Qianlong imperial poetry teapot”.
He is also interested.
”Mr. He, let's go to my collection room.”
The little old man forgot to cure his illness. He Jinyin is going to his collection room with him.
He Jinyin hurriedly said, ”old Duan, we still have to cure.”
”It's not urgent to treat the disease. First read my antiques.” Duan Qingfeng said.
Then he took he Jinyin directly.
This scene made he Jinyin and Duan linger speechless.
But it doesn't matter.
It's really not urgent to treat diseases and acupuncture.
The second course of treatment, this week, any day.
Not much impact.
In this way, he Jinyin was pulled into his collection room by Duan Qingfeng.
After entering the collection room, Duan Qingfeng took he Jinyin and walked to a pair of Tang Bohu's paintings.
Then he said, ”Mr. He, tell me, is this painting of Tang Bohu true?”
He Jinyin looked at it and was stunned.
What a coincidence?
This painting is by he Jinyin.
It was copied by he Jinyin as master he.
This painting was imitated after he spent several days.
Among his many imitations, it also belongs to the top grade.
He remembered that he had thrown it to an auction in Yanjing.
It seems that the transaction price is 30 million.
”How about Mr. He? Is this painting genuine? ” Duan Qingfeng intends to test what gold and silver.
He Jinyin is also drunk.
He shook his head. If he couldn't recognize his own work, he would be blind.
”This painting is not the real work of Tang Bohu. It's someone else's imitation! ”
WOW!
This remark surprised Duan Qingfeng again.
You know, master he's imitations confuse the fake with the real. Even master Jianbao often looks out of sight.
Unexpectedly, he Jinyin could see it.
”Mr. He, imitation? Can you tell me who copied it? ” Duan Qingfeng tested him again.
”Master he!” He Jinyin is embarrassed.
Appreciate your works for the first time.