Hua Sheng put the snuff bottle back on Yu Ping's handkerchief, and slowly took off his white gloves.
"The patterns of pastel snuff bottles in the Qing Dynasty are very interesting. Most of them are flowers, birds, fish or landscapes, and there are bold pictures of erotic palaces. Their colorful colors represent good luck. Several generations of emperors in the Qing Dynasty liked this thing very much, so the subsequent ones There are also pictures of ladies in the setting sun, pictures of generals on the battlefield, and pictures of eight steeds. But these are relatively large in stock, and rare things are expensive, and they are worthless if they are too many. Although yours is a folk kiln, the pattern is very strange , look for yourself, what are the flowers on it?"
Yu Ping was stunned for a while, and when she heard what Hua Sheng said, she quickly lowered her head to look at the pattern on the snuff bottle.
She had looked at it carefully before, but she didn't understand it very well, she just thought it was a simple figure painting, after all, the bottle was dirty and she couldn't see it clearly.
"Is this... a powerful person?"
"Do you know Chinese painting?" Hua Sheng asked her.
Yu Ping shook her head, "That's something rich people can learn. With my background, I dare not think about it, so I never studied it."
"No wonder... this pattern is Zhong Kui."
After Hua Sheng finished speaking, Yu Ping suddenly realized, and then she patted her head and laughed at herself, "Haha, it looks familiar, it turned out to be the famous ghost king Zhong Kui, I thought this bearded man was the door god."
Hua Sheng continued, "The picture of Zhong Kui is one of the patterns that painters like very much. Those well-known great painters have painted it, including Wu Daozi, Zhang He, Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Zhang Daqian, Fan Zeng, etc. Their techniques are also It has its own style, and the painting style on this pastel snuff bottle is very peculiar. If you observe carefully, you will find that the painting is excellent and delicate. So I guess this pastel snuff bottle may have come from a very talented but The hand of an unknown artist, although the artist is not well-known, but the painting method is novel, and there are few existing ones, so I think it can be sold for at least 30,000 yuan, of course, it may be higher."
"My God, there are still these famous halls in it, so am I out of shit luck?" Yu Ping looked surprised.
I thought this little thing could earn a price difference of one or two thousand, so I didn't make a trip in vain. If it could sell for thirty thousand, wouldn't it be more than twenty thousand at once
"Well, give it to me, and I'll give it to my friend later. I'll give you 30,000 first. If she can sell it higher, I'll ask my friend to give you a dividend. How about it?"
"No, no, 30,000 is a lot, Xiao Sheng, thank you." Yu Ping was very content, and did not dare to expect extra dividends.
After Hua Sheng put away the things, he directly transferred 30,000 yuan to Yu Ping through WeChat.
When school was over, she planned to go straight back to Ten Miles of Spring Breeze.
But suddenly, I received a call from Hua Lin's colleague, saying that Hua Lin was ill and asked her to come over.
Hua Sheng went directly to Hua Lin's dormitory building, and a female teacher received her, "Oh, I see that something is wrong with Teacher Xiao Lin in the past few days, and she suddenly asked for a week's leave, and then she didn't come out in the dormitory. I think it's possible It's because she's sick, and seeing that there's no one around her, I thought that her cell phone was out of battery and used my cell phone to call you, saying that you were her sister, so I wanted to tell you."
"okay, thank you."
Hua Sheng nodded, and was led directly to Hua Lin's dormitory by the female teacher.
When Hua Sheng entered the door, it was already 5:30 in the afternoon.
Hua Lin was lying on the bed, falling asleep. Hua Sheng touched his forehead and found that it was very hot, so he and Chun Tao helped Hua Lin to the nearby hospital.
emergency room
"Hua Lin's family."
"Doctor, I am." Hua Sheng stepped forward.
"She has a fever of 41 degrees, why did she send it here? Do you know that she will have a fever?" The female doctor stared at Hua Sheng.
"I... I only found out today." Hua Sheng felt a little uncomfortable.
"She is not in a good condition now. There is a large area of inflammation in her lungs and a respiratory infection. She needs to be hospitalized for observation. You should pay for the hospitalization procedures."