Galactic Garbage Station

Chapter 107: Bamboo stone

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Around nine o'clock in the evening, the birthday banquet ended.

Su Zhenyue and Ye Qin will stay for a while longer. Su Jing and his classmates left first and went to a nearby barbecue restaurant for a dinner. Although they said they wanted to kill Su Jing, the main purpose was actually just to chat among the classmates. After a chat, it was not easy to get together after all. A few people played until around 12 o'clock in the evening, and then they broke up and went back to their homes.

The next day, He Jingdong came to Su Jing's house and conducted an on-site inspection. Although it was the seaside, the seaside was covered with rocks and the land under the house was solid enough, so it could be built. In the end, He Jingdong valued the house at 10 million, including various layouts requested by Su Jing. and decoration, including the luxurious decoration of the villa on the fourth floor. In fact, it was originally said to be at least 10 million, and it was deliberately raised to make Su Jing quit. Ten million is a luxury enough.

The only remaining problem now is that it seems that rural areas cannot be built so high. Su Jing called and asked Wang Zhuo. Firstly, because the Wang family is very powerful, Wang Zhuo can help. Secondly, Wang Zhuo has already sent people to inspect the nearby area. environment, and has received permission from the government to start developing tourism in this area. He now has a great say in the construction of this area.

"Why did you build such a tall building?" Wang Zhuo asked in surprise after hearing Su Jing's words.

"Live by yourself." Su Jing said.

"..." Wang Zhuo on the opposite side couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Not long ago, Su Jing was just a rural boy with excellent cooking skills. In the blink of an eye, he became so wealthy. It seems that he was not wrong. Su Jing must be a figure in the future.

"Don't worry, I will help you go through all the procedures." Wang Zhuo smiled, obviously this was nothing more than a trivial matter for him.

"Thank you very much." Su Jing said happily.

"Why are you being polite to me?" Wang Zhuo chuckled and then said, "I also have something to ask you for help. I have an old friend who has lost his appetite more and more in the past six months because of his age. Can you think of it? Can’t you cook a few meals for him?”

"It's a small matter. I'll make an appointment some other day to deliver it in person. But I can't guarantee whether it will work." Su Jing agreed immediately, but she didn't dare to guarantee that it would definitely work. After all, the elderly's body functions are declining, and children and young people are not the same. is different.

"Haha, if he can't even eat what you made, it can only mean that his time limit is approaching and he is hopeless." Wang Zhuo said with a smile.

"..." Su Jing was speechless for a while. Could she have hurt her old friend so much

After hanging up the phone, Su Jing discussed with He Jingdong for a while and confirmed some details. He Jingdong seemed inspired and left eagerly with the manuscript paper. He Jingdong designed and introduced the familiar construction team. Su Jing was basically not needed next. Worry. However, although one month is enough for the "stack-building" process, the preliminary work is still quite time-consuming, so there is no rush.

"Ten million is not enough for me, I still have to make money." Su Jing planned to send the tree root to Wanbao Auction House, but she only had 2.66 million on hand, and she would have to sell it for seven to eight million.

"Look at this painting." Su Jing took out the landscape painting she bought from Shen Hong. After buying it, Su Jing realized that from a professional's point of view, this painting couldn't be more fake. The quality and ink marks all reveal that it is a modern copy, and the copying level can only be described as passable. In fact, the masterpiece of Wu Daozi, "The Picture of the King of Heaven Delivering His Son", is not the original that has survived, but a copy by Li Gonglin of the Song Dynasty. However, the copies are also divided into different grades. The copy in Su Jing's hands will undoubtedly not be popular. Because of this, no one bought it before.

"Let's untie it and take a look." Su Jing released her mental power, got in through the gap at the edge of the painting, and then slowly peeled off the surface along the gap. If this was done by hand, I'm afraid it would require a lot of skill, otherwise it would be easy to tear. It is quite simple to destroy the painting inside, but use mental power to separate it from the inside. Tear open a corner, revealing the yellowed paper inside, as well as a corner of the ink painting, which contains several bamboos and several columns of characters.

Su Jing continued to peel it off, and soon the surface was completely torn away, revealing the entire painting, with only a few bamboos and two standing stones on it. It's simple. Although Su Jing doesn't know how to do it, she feels that the artistic conception of this painting is elegant and much better than before untying it.

"Check to see if it is a famous painting." Su Jing looked up information on the Internet based on the words on the painting and the red seal. After a while, she actually found some clues for him, showing a look of surprise, "Could this be - "Bamboo and Stone Pictures" by Zheng Banqiao?"

Zheng Banqiao was a famous calligrapher and painter in the early Qing Dynasty and one of the famous Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou. He was praised by later generations as an all-round painter with three talents: poetry, calligraphy, and painting. His painting achievements were extremely high, and he was especially good at painting bamboo, stone, and twigs. The leaves are thick, thin, strong and aloof, with a superhuman style. The orchid in the painting highlights the wild atmosphere of the mountains, and the brushwork is elegant and elegant, with a delicate fragrance.

Interestingly, Zheng Banqiao is different from ordinary literati. For thousands of years, most Chinese literati have been ashamed to talk about money, and most of them think vulgarity is intolerable. However, Zheng Banqiao has a unique view of elegance and vulgarity, and believes that there is nothing shameful in exchanging paintings for money.

At the age of 30, Zheng Banqiao could no longer make ends meet by teaching, so he went to Yangzhou to make a living by selling paintings. He worked as a professional painter for 10 years. It was when he later served as County Magistrate that he believed that "if you don't enter an official career, you can just sell books and sell paintings." , the income is several times more than the salary." He also thought about his retreat, and wanted to make a living by selling paintings with his friend named Li. He wrote in the letter "In the Office of the Secretary to Show Brother Mo": "Quickly pretend to be me. Inkstone, hurry up and take my manuscript with you, sell my paintings in Yangzhou, and grow old with Li." Sure enough, after he resigned, he continued to work as a professional painter, selling paintings for 20 years until his death.

As a professional painter, Zheng Banqiao has a relatively large number of paintings in existence. According to statistics, there are more than 7,000 paintings. However, among them, the authenticity is mixed, and the auctions are full of fakes. Some people say that "the original is less than one-tenth."

"I don't know whether this is an authentic work or a fake. If it is an authentic work, it will be prosperous." Su Jing looked at the bamboo and stone pictures in front of her and felt a little excited. This was just a painting she bought for a thousand yuan. If it is an authentic work by Zheng Banqiao, it would be better to sell it. It is normal to make millions, which means you can make millions by changing hands. This is simply easier than picking up money.

"Let's take it to Wanbao Auction House for appraisal then." After all, Su Jing didn't know the art and couldn't appraise it. She thought to herself that it had been untied anyway. Even if it was put in front of Shen Hong, he would not recognize it as the landscape painting. .

At this time, Su Jing heard a cry, it was a killer whale.

Su Jing put down the bamboo and stone pictures and came to the beach. She saw the killer whale holding a large piece of white stuff in its mouth. It seemed that it was for herself. Every time the killer whale came over during this period, she would bring gifts. But most of them are of little value. After all, they don’t understand what is valuable.

"Xiaohu, what are you giving this time?" Su Jing walked up and took out the large white thing from the killer whale's mouth, and then couldn't help showing a look of doubt. Although the gift given by the killer whale before, Some of them are not very valuable, but they are more beautiful, such as shells, corals, etc. But what is this white thing