After returning from rebirth, he is determined to earn 1 million (thirty) with 100 yuan.

Looking at the slamming closed door in front of him, Jiang Zhihao smiled bitterly, this old man is really not easy to deal with.

After thinking about it, he gave up the idea of knocking on the door again.

At this moment, Kim Jong-ching is angry, no matter what he says, he is in vain.

It seems that the phrase "impatient to eat hot tofu" is true.

If you don't have to meet in such a special way, the effect should be better.

After being slightly disappointed, Jiang Zhihao left the community and found a hotel nearby to stay, planning to wait for the next day.

With the real thing in hand, he believed that he could definitely succeed, but it was only a matter of time.

The next morning, Jiang Zhihao just walked to the door of the community, and saw the nanny he had seen last night, and he reprimanded the doorman: "What's the matter with you, let a liar mix in, if Mr. Jin is a good villain, can you afford this responsibility?" ”

The heads of several janitors who were trained could not lift up, and the people who lived in this neighborhood were either rich or expensive, and they were the kind they could not afford to provoke.

Don't say that everyone is equal, people spend tens of millions of dollars to live in high-end neighborhoods, not to be equal with your doorman with a monthly salary of thousands. Besides, it is true that they are at fault first, and there is no way to justify them.

One of the guards saw Jiang Zhihao, immediately pointed at him, and said fiercely, "You still dare to come!" Is not underwhelming! ”

Jiang Zhihao said sorry to the doorman, then looked at the nanny and said, "Trouble tell Mr. Jin, I am not a liar, the painting in his hand is true, mine is also real, as long as we can meet, I naturally have a way to prove it to him." ”

The nanny squinted at Jiang Zhihao with a disdainful face, and said: "You don't have to bother with this effort, Mr. Jin is a famous calligrapher and painter, and his own collection experience is rich, can he be deceived by you as a hairy boy?" Don't say I didn't warn you, if you dare to come again, we will call the police! ”

With that, the babysitter turned and left.

Jiang Zhihao looked at the few tiger-eyed guards and knew that if he wanted to enter through the main entrance, it would be no longer possible.

He had to leave the gate of the community and circle around the neighborhood, the wall of the community is very high, at least more than three meters. And every two hundred meters, there is a camera, and the possibility of trying to climb the wall is zero.

And even if he did climb in, Kim Jong-ching would never see him.

This made Jiang Zhihao feel a little frustrated, and it was the first time since he was reborn that he had encountered such a problem.

With the real thing in hand, the most suitable buyer is in front of you, but it is difficult to even meet one.

When he was thinking about what to do, a car stopped next to Jiang Zhihao, the window rolled down, and a middle-aged man appeared and shouted: "Mr. Jiang, such a coincidence?" ”

Jiang Zhihao turned his head to look, but saw Huang Bingrui's face.

The boss of the travel company looked at Jiang Zhihao with a smile and asked, "Why is Mr. Jiang here, talking about work or meeting friends?" ”

Jiang Zhihao sighed and said, "Let's talk about work, but I have encountered some trouble." ”

"Oh? Don't know if I can help? The company's artificial route exploration work is still in progress, although so far, there has not been any situation, but Huang Bingrui is still very impressed with this young man.

At the very least, look at Song Kanglai's face, and be polite.

"I need to enter the neighborhood, but I have a bit of a misunderstanding with the doorman and can't get in." Jiang Zhihao said. "What trouble do I say, it's easy to do, you get in the car, I'll take you in." Huang Bingrui said.

Jiang Zhihao was overjoyed and quickly opened the car door to go up.

While instructing the driver to drive, Huang Bingrui glanced at the long package in Jiang Zhihao's hand and asked, "What kind of work is Mr. Jiang talking about, or do you have to come to the community to meet?" ”

"Sell paintings." Jiang Zhihao replied: "Yesterday, I went to the auction with Tan Dashao and Song Zong, and I just happened to get a good painting. Knowing that mr. Jin Zhengqing, a calligrapher and painter living in this community, came to ask. ”

Huang Bingrui listened to it, and then laughed out loud: "It seems that I and Mr. Jiang really have a fate, the old man is my uncle, and I also came to visit him today." ”

Jiang Zhihao was stunned, Huang Bingrui and Kim Jong-ching are related?

He didn't pay much attention to this, mainly these two people died early, naturally no one talked about it.

But this is a good thing for Jiang Zhihao, with Huang Bingrui to help speak, presumably Kim Jong-qing can be more patient.

The two talked and talked, and soon the car came to The door of Kim Jong-ching.

Huang Bingrui got out of the car, knocked on the door, the nanny opened the door, first bowed to Huang Bingrui, and then after seeing Jiang Zhihao standing next to him, he immediately sank his face: "How did you come in!" Is it not necessary to let people call the police to catch you! ”

Huang Bingrui didn't know much about their affairs, and when he saw that the nanny's face was not good-looking, he said, "This is my friend Mr. Jiang Zhihao, do you have any misunderstanding?" ”

Hearing that it was Huang Bingrui's friend, the nanny showed an unexpected expression, and before he could speak again, Jin Zhengqing's voice came from the living room: "Is Bingrui coming?" Why not come in? ”

"Uncle, it's me." Huang Bingrui said, stepping into the door, Jiang Zhihao took the opportunity to follow him and walked in.

The babysitter hesitated, but finally did not stop.

In the living room, Jin Zhengqing was still writing, and yesterday because of Jiang Zhihao's reasons, he was in a bad mood, and the words were not finished.

"When I finish writing this, you sit down for a while." Kim Jong-jong said without looking up.

Huang Bingrui knew that his uncle had a deep love for these things, so he did not bother, but the nanny hesitated and walked over: "Mr. Jin, yesterday's deception... The one who sold the paintings came with Mr. Huang. ”

"What sells paintings?" Jin Zhengqing said, looked up, and after seeing Jiang Zhihao, his face suddenly sank: "Who let you in, get out!" ”

The nanny was afraid of causing trouble, and quickly reminded: "Mr. Huang said that this is his friend." ”

"Whoever your friend is, get me out!" Jin Jong-ching said angrily.

He hated the liar the most, and he hated someone more for liking to him. Even the people brought by Huang Bingrui were still scolded.

Huang Bingrui's face was full of embarrassment, looking at his uncle's angry look, he didn't know what was happening.

Just when he was thinking about whether to mediate in the middle, he heard Jiang Zhihao say: "I didn't expect that the famous Mr. Jin is a person who holds a defective product in his hand but does not know it." Or is it that Mr. Jin knows that his painting is a defective product, but he is embarrassed to tell others that he can only hide it in this way? ”

Huang Bingrui's face was white, his uncle's temper, it was really not afraid, like a powder keg, a little bit.

I was already very angry, how can you still say such annoying things.

Moreover, Huang Bingrui could roughly guess that Jiang Zhihao must have done something deceptive to provoke his uncle to be so dissatisfied, which made him feel disappointed in his heart. When he was taken by Song Kang to see Jiang Zhihao before, although the whole process, Huang Bingrui did not feel that this young man was as powerful as Song Kang said. But what makes Song Zong pay so much attention must also have some skills, at least the examples of intuition sound magical.

But now it seems that this is purely a god stick of deception.

It is estimated that even Song Zong was deceived by his so-called intuition!

Thinking of this, Huang Bingrui immediately said, "Mr. Jiang, since your uncle does not welcome you, you should still go." ”

He had made up his mind that from now on, he would never have contact with this man again. And later, he had to call Song Kang to remind him not to be deceived again.

The nanny came over and wanted to drive Jiang Zhihao away like yesterday.

At this time, Jin Zhengqing suddenly said, "Wait a minute! ”

Several people looked over and saw Jin Zhengqing staring at Jiang Zhihao with a gloomy face, "You say that my paintings are defective?" Young man, do you know that the big tongue will go down eighteen layers of hell! ”

"How do you know I didn't come back from hell?" Jiang Zhihao didn't have the slightest fear, and said, "But do you know how bad your painting really is?" Judging right from wrong only by subjective consciousness, I want to see that you, the so-called calligrapher and painter, are no more than that. ”

"Mr. Jiang, you've gone a little too far!" Huang Bingrui's face also sank.

"It's okay, let him say." Jin Zhengqing laughed fiercely and said, "I really want to know where my paintings are defective." Today he can say a truth, I am not to blame in the past, but if he can't say it, don't blame me for not being polite! ”

Jiang Zhihao wanted this sentence, and he did not hesitate, directly took out the picture scroll in the bag and unfolded it, and said to Jin Zhengqing: "You see what this is." ”

Huang Bingrui didn't know much about painting, and he couldn't see why, and the nanny had been hearing about Kim Jong-ching for a long time, but he understood a little.

He looked at it twice, and then laughed out loud: "What did I say, it turned out to be Wang Shimin's imitation of the painting, such a thing, also dare to take it to Mr. Jin to sacrifice ugly?" ”

"If you don't understand, you can stop talking, so as not to lose Mr. Kim's people." Jiang Zhihao said softly.

"You..."

The nanny only said one word, and was waved by Jin Zhengqing, and the old man stared at Jiang Zhihao and said coldly: "I don't see anything strange about your painting, although Wang Shimin is one of the four kings and four monks of the Qing Dynasty, his copied words are not as good as my Ren Renfa authenticity." ”

"I said, your painting is real, and my painting is also true, don't you really understand?" Jiang Zhihao asked.

Jin Zhengqing frowned and looked at him, and Huang Bingrui said over there: "Uncle, you don't have to be angry with him, I brought people, I just take him away." ”

Seeing Huang Bingrui coming, Jiang Zhihao hurriedly said: "I need some processes to prove that what I say is true, and I need some time to buy chemical raw materials and steaming bottles and other utensils." ”

"Mr. Jiang, don't say anything, let's go." Huang Bingrui said impatiently. At the same time, Kim Jong-ching seemed to think of something, he looked at Jiang Zhihao and asked, "Are you going to expose it?" ”

"That's right." Jiang Zhihao showed a smile on his face and said, "The most superficial part of this painting is a copy of Wang Shimin, but below, it is Ren Renfa's real product." If Mr. Jin doesn't believe me, he can wait until I open the rice paper and know if it's true or not. ”

"Why do you say so many words, all said to let you go, also ..."

"Okay, I'll give you time, what you need, I've got it here. But don't think I'm a good liar, Ren Renfa's Zhang Guo Old See Ming Emperor Picture Scroll, I have collected for more than ten years, every detail is very clear. Even if I copy it again, I can see the hint. Kim Jong-ng said.

"Since I said it, I naturally have this confidence." Jiang Zhihao replied.

Huang Bingrui looked at the two in shock and did not speak again.

The nanny went to the storage room to take the poison from the apparatus used for mounting, and Jiang Zhihao took it in his hand and began to work.

Taking advantage of this, Huang Bingrui pulled the nanny over and asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"This man said he wanted to sell Mr. Jin a painting, but Mr. Jin had already collected it, so he thought he was a liar. But now, Mr. Kim seems to believe him again. The babysitter replied.

Huang Bingrui didn't know what to say, his uncle did things, he always did whatever he wanted, and no one could influence his thoughts.

Now he asked Jiang Zhihao to prove that he was not a liar, and no one could stop him.

Whether it is Huang Bingrui or the nanny, they can only stand there and wait for the result.

While waiting, watching Jiang Zhihao skillfully fiddle with various instruments, Huang Bingrui asked curiously, "What is he doing?" ”

Jiang Zhihao heard this question and replied casually: "Unmounting is one of the techniques of mounting old calligraphy and painting, and it is also a necessary skill for many ancient calligraphy and painting merchants. Because rice paper is made in layers, an ordinary piece of rice paper can be split into two or three layers, and a good and thick rice paper can even be split into more than ten layers. All ancient calligraphy and paintings made of rice paper, as soon as they reached the hands of merchants, they would split the original work into the number of layers that could be split, and then use rice paper to frame each layer of the split layer separately. In this way, a work becomes two or even more pieces. Only the layers after splitting, even the top layer, are not as colorful as the original, and the forgers need to be described and supplemented according to the original work, and then use the smoking method to make it old, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false, and some dishonest framers often use this method to steal other people's paintings and calligraphy. ”

Jiang Zhihao's explanation is very detailed, so that people can understand it as soon as they listen, and his skillful movements make Jin Zhengqing begin to feel a little uneasy in his heart.

Judging from Jiang Zhihao's demeanor, this person is not a raw hand, especially the spraying and steaming of the copying painting are very professional.

Jin Zhengqing himself is a collector, but also did the craft of framing, although the ancient language has clouds, calligraphy and painting do not meet the famous hand mounting, although it is tattered, it is better to wrap it in a box. Do not suppress other things, do not be anxious and pay clumsy work, and be anxious to pay poor work, is to destroy its traces.

But when you encounter good ancient calligraphy and paintings, if you want to collect the complete products, you must understand the technique of unframed. Otherwise, most of the calligraphy and paintings that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years are not well preserved, rotten, and dirty because of time.

The complete unframed process was very long, and Jiang Zhihao was busy from morning to afternoon before he finally removed the first layer.

To his surprise, the second layer was still Wang Shimin's painting, and there was no expected authenticity.

This made him realize that what he had heard in his previous life did not fully represent the truth.

Obviously, Wang Shimin's copy of this painting does not have only one layer on the surface. Thinking about it, if you want to completely cover up Ren Renfa's mark, the surface must be thick, and a layer of rice paper is not enough to do it. Jin Zhengqing did not urge, because even if it was finally proved that Jiang Zhihao was a liar, at least he saw a very professional exposing technique, and it was not a waste of time.

As for Huang Bingrui, he had been waiting for a long time to be drowsy.

After another period of time, Jiang Zhihao unveiled the second layer.

When this layer was revealed, the exhaustion on his face was swept away, replaced by a full smile.

Turning his head, Jiang Zhihao smiled at Jin Zhengqing and said, "Mr. Jin, I think you can compare the paintings in your collection." ”

Jin Zhengqing walked over, bent down slightly, and stared at the unfolded scroll on the table and carefully examined it.

Huang Bingrui did not know whether the result was good or bad, but the person was brought by him, and for the sake of safety, it was best to take the person away first.

He walked over and said, "Uncle, or I'll take this Mr. Jiang first..."

"Shut up!" Jin Zhengqing's head did not look up, and when Huang Bingrui was stunned, he said, "Xiao Liu, go and bring my picture of Zhang Guo's old ming emperor." ”

The nanny hurriedly answered the call and ran to the collection room, and after a while, he returned with a picture scroll.

Jin Zhengqing personally unfolded the scroll with a serious face, placed it parallel to the one on the desktop, looked at this one, looked at that, and muttered in his mouth: "Almost completely similar, but the pen and ink have a thick and light distinction, which is in line with the characteristics of the unframed." Well, there seems to be traces of alteration here, and it's very new..."

The nanny looked at the location pointed out by Kim Jong-ching and guessed: "Could this be a seal copied by another person?" ”

Jin Zhengqing stared at the scroll for half a day, and finally looked up at Jiang Zhihao and asked, "Is this painting the first time it was framed?" ”

"It should be." Jiang Zhihao replied.

"Then how do you know there's another layer of someone else's painting underneath?" Kim Jong-ching asked again.

Jiang Zhihao had already thought about how to answer, smiled slightly, and said, "Intuition." ”

Huang Bingrui next to him listened to the expression a little strange, intuition? How to hear this sounds like a lie, but when I met Jiang Zhihao before, didn't Song Kanglai also say that this person's intuition was very accurate?

But can intuition be accurate enough to even know that the third layer of the scroll is another person's work?

Jin Zhengqing stared at Jiang Zhihao for a while, and then his eyes gradually moved to the picture scroll on the table, and his eyes began to become hot.

Collecting this "Zhang Guo Lao See Ming Emperor Picture Scroll" for many years, plus he is also a calligrapher and painter, every detail, he is better than others to me.

No matter from what aspect, the layer below this is Ren Renfa's authenticity!

In particular, the traces of the corner alteration look new, as if they have been scratched off recently. But considering that this is a framed painting, the fact that the two layers of the surface are not damaged, the traces underneath are well preserved, which is a testament to its long history.

And with Jin Zhengqing's eyesight, it can be seen that this layer is not the bottom layer, because the pen and ink are still very thick, if you continue to frame, you should be able to get more layers.

However, he did not want to continue to unveil, reached out and took the paperweight, gently pressed on the corner of the scroll, Jin Jongqing looked at Jiang Zhihao, asked: "How much?" ”

Seeing Kim Jong-qing's move, the smile on Jiang Zhihao's face was even bigger.

This action of the old man proves that this picture is inevitable.

Jiang Zhihao held out a finger and said, "Ten million." "Mr. Jiang, your price is a bit expensive." Huang Bingrui immediately spoke.

As a result, as soon as the voice dropped, he was pulled by the nanny.

Huang Bingrui looked at the past, and the nanny whispered: "This Zhang Guo Old See Ming Emperor Picture Scroll, when Mr. Huang first bought it, it was already more than six million, and now after so many years, it will definitely appreciate." Most importantly, this person brings the number of layers that follow the picture. If you can buy it and put all the layers of paper together, it will be the only authentic product that is worth a fortune! Ten million, not much. ”

Huang Bingrui's face was full of shock, he did not understand calligraphy and painting, naturally did not understand how this kind of thing painted with ink could be worth so much money.

Of course, the main value of collectibles lies in rarity, and he still understands this.

If Jin Zhengqing does not buy, Jiang Zhihao can continue to frame, selling layer by layer, and it is normal for each layer to sell three or five million according to the thickness of pen and ink.

If you buy it, then only Kim Jong-kiung in the world owns this painting, and the value will immediately double.

For the price of ten million, buy not a painting, but the only one!

"Okay, I'll transfer the money to you right away." Kim Jong-qing had no idea of bargaining at all, and with a big wave of his hand, he settled the matter.

Ten minutes later, ten million yuan was transferred to Jiang Zhihao's account.

"I have offended my little brother before, but please forgive me, I have no eyes." After Kim Jong-qing put away the picture scroll, he solemnly apologized.

Jiang Zhihao smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Jin doesn't have to be polite, if it's me, I won't easily believe this kind of thing." However, those layers of paper are old, and if you want to restore them, I am afraid that you will have to think a little more. ”

"I understand this, and I should do my best." Kim Jong-ng-do.

With this deal, the relationship between the old and the young quickly improved.

Jiang Zhihao looked young, but he was actually more than a hundred years old, not much worse than Kim Jong-ching's insight from the collection.

At this age, very few people can have this insight, Kim Jong-ching is happy to see the hunter's heart, and his good feelings for this young man have skyrocketed.

On the other hand, Huang Bingrui felt very embarrassed.

At first, he thought that Jiang Zhihao was a liar and said something that should not be said, but now it turns out that people really have the ability, and what they said before has become "criminal evidence" that makes him blush.

I wanted to apologize, but I couldn't put my mouth shut, so I could only sit there and watch Kim Jong-ching and Jiang Zhihao chat.

Fortunately, at this time, his mobile phone rang, which slightly alleviated the embarrassment in his heart.

After answering the phone, Huang Bingrui walked to the side, and the anxious voice of the vice president of the company came from inside: "Something happened!" The exploration team encountered a mudslide in the deep mountains, and although they dodged it in time, one of them was smashed in the head and two had broken arms and legs! ”

Huang Bingrui's face turned pale and his head buzzed.

Only three words echoed in his head: "Mudslide!" ”

Subconsciously looking at Jiang Zhihao, who was talking to Jin Zhengqing over there, Huang Bingrui's face was full of disbelief.

He vividly remembers the first time he met the young man, asking him for advice on the future, and the other person replied: "Intuition tells me that the more mysterious the place, the easier it is to encounter danger." Just like you said in the deep mountains, mudslides often occur, if you do not examine carefully, encounter such natural and man-made disasters, it is troublesome. ”

At that time, Huang Bingrui only thought that this was a kind reminder, but now he suddenly realized that it was not aimless.

It's intuition, amazing intuition!