Ding Zhanpeng rolled his eyes and scolded with a smile: "I don't lack women."
"Oh, that's right, with Sister Xi by my side."
Qu Ming smiled ambiguously, with a look of "I understand it very well".
Ding Zhanpeng didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went straight to a pair of calligraphy and painting.
He has no research on antique calligraphy and painting, and this visit is also an eye-opener.
Qu Ming followed, took a look at the calligraphy and painting, and praised: "The handwriting is vigorous, powerful, and majestic. It should be the authentic handwriting of Yan Zhenqing."
Ding Zhanpeng was a little surprised and asked, "Are you interested in this research?"
"Well, it's not considered research, but I usually like antique calligraphy and paintings. After a long time, I will naturally understand a little bit."
Qu Ming's mouth was modest, and the complacency on his face was evident.
He has liked to study antique calligraphy and paintings since he was a child, but he has found a way through bumps and bumps over the years.
When mentioning antique calligraphy and painting, Qu Ming became excited, and said, "In every ancient era, everyone has their own unique brushwork and painting style. You also know that rich people like to collect antique calligraphy and painting, so many calligraphy and painting with some skills Everyone began to copy the names of famous paintings. Gradually, the antique trading market was derived. In fact, this private treasure appraisal conference also has the meaning of trading and showing off. Money is hard to buy, and once some rich people fancy an antique calligraphy and painting they like, they will definitely smash it. Buying at a high price. The original owner of the antique took the opportunity to make a fortune and show his face in front of everyone, killing two birds with one stone."
Ding Zhanpeng was born in the countryside and was forced to work as a salesman after graduation.
Worrying about food and clothing for three meals a day, he has no chance to understand the life of the rich and senior officials.
Only after this contact did I realize that I was really a frog in a well before.
The change in ideas and mentality made Ding Zhanpengka break through in the early stage of the God Transformation Realm, and successfully advanced to the middle stage of the God Transformation Realm, and his spiritual power was greatly improved. He could even see every move of the gentlemen and celebrities in the living room .
Qu Ming saw Ding Zhanpeng stunned for a moment, his body blurred for a moment.
He rubbed his eyes and saw that Ding Zhanpeng hadn't disappeared and was still standing there admiring the calligraphy and painting. He couldn't help shaking his head, thinking that he didn't have enough sleep and had hallucinations.
Ding Zhanpeng restrained his mind, revealed his dusty temperament, smiled lightly, and said: "If there is demand, there will naturally be competition. It is the market's conclusion that the one with the highest price wins. This is also the basis for the antique trade to gain a foothold in the market and prosper forever. But the poor live every day. Worrying about food and clothing, how can there be a leisure journal to study antiques."
After finishing speaking, under Qu Ming's puzzled gaze, he walked to a tattered copper tripod.
The bronze tripod was fifteen centimeters high, with three legs and two ears. It was covered with green patina, and there were cracks half a centimeter wide in several places, one of which was missing a corner.
This bronze tripod is inconspicuous among the many treasured antique calligraphy and paintings. People passing by feel that it is a waste of time to look at it.
Only Ding Zhanpeng seemed to be possessed, his eyes fixed on the copper tripod.
Qu Ming became curious, looked at the copper tripod for a few times, but didn't see anything special, so he couldn't help asking: "Brother Ding, what's wrong with you?"
Ding Zhanpeng withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and suppressed the excitement in his heart.
He broke through the mid-stage of God Transformation, and gained an additional skill, which can tell the amount of aura contained in the antique calligraphy and painting.
In the hall of futuristic travel just now, he accidentally discovered that this bronze tripod contained a huge spiritual energy.
In order to confirm the authenticity, he deliberately used his mental power to infiltrate the copper tripod for verification.
After getting the exact answer, he decided to buy the copper tripod.
Ding Zhanpeng tried his best to be indifferent, and said with a smile, "Xiao Ming, is this copper tripod for sale?"
Qu Ming glanced at the copper tripod, and said curiously: "Brother Ding, this thing is broken, do you want to buy it? I can't decide, after all, it is not my item. If you really want to buy it, I can ask for it for you. .I believe the seller will give me a face."
Qu Ming's words are not bragging.
In Haicheng, no one would dare not give him face.
"It's hard work for you to run."
Ding Zhanpeng did not refuse, money is not a problem, he must buy this copper tripod.
"Brother Ding, you are welcome. We are buddies. Don't thank me for such a trivial matter."
Hearing Ding Zhanpeng's cautious tone, Qu Ming thought to himself, brother Ding is a master of qigong. Could it be that this bronze tripod has something to do with qigong
Qu Ming was also a little nervous, and hurriedly looked for the staff who placed the antique calligraphy and paintings.
After a while, Qu Ming came back with a strange face and said, "I just asked the staff. They said that this bronze tripod was put down by an old man, and that whoever can lift the tripod can take it away for free. They didn't believe it at first, but with the combined efforts of the men in the guest house, they couldn't move the tripod."
After finishing speaking, he suddenly stretched out his arm and hit the copper tripod forcefully.
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound, and Qu Ming was in pain. He covered his palm and saw that the copper tripod was not moving at all. He was surprised and said, "Damn it! It's true, this thing really won't move."
Compared to Qu Ming's shock, Ding Zhanpeng looked strange.
Because he suddenly thought of a possibility, this copper tripod was placed here deliberately by a master, and then instilled spiritual energy into it, there may be some ulterior purpose.
"Brother Ding, this thing is evil, let's not touch it."
Qu Ming's palm was still hurting, and he said in horror.
Ding Zhanpeng frowned, and finally, he made a decision to try to pick up the copper tripod.
He urgently needs a lot of spiritual energy to improve his cultivation, and he can't care about the various purposes of the master who placed the copper tripod.
Of course, the premise is that he can pick up the copper tripod, if he can't pick it up, everything is empty talk.
Ding Zhanpeng stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of evil ways. This copper tripod is of great use to me. Anyway, I may not be able to pick it up. Let's try."
"This... Brother Ding, be careful."
Qu Ming was still very worried, and persuaded him.
Ding Zhanpeng shook his head. He has a stubborn personality and will not change easily after making a decision.
Under Qu Ming's worried and surprised eyes, Ding Zhanpeng easily picked up the bronze tripod.
Qu Ming was dumbfounded, and said, "Brother Ding, did you use some special means? I just hit the copper tripod hard, but it didn't move."
Ding Zhanpeng picked up the bronze tripod, and for a moment, he was stared at by a pair of eyes full of kindness.
His heart tightened, knowing that the owner of the copper tripod had found him.
But the eyes disappeared so quickly that he thought he was hallucinating.
Ding Zhanpeng pondered secretly. There is no doubt that the mysterious master placed the copper tripod to find someone, and this person should be himself.
Although he didn't understand why someone would stare at him, he was at ease when it came, and he knew from the kindness in his eyes that the mysterious master would not be harmful to him.
Seeing Ding Zhanpeng in a daze, Qu Ming worried, "Brother Ding, are you okay?"
Ding Zhanpeng grabbed the copper tripod and said with a smile: "I'm fine, don't worry. Xiaoming, let me tell you something. The tripod is a bit mysterious, you'd better pretend that you can't see it. Also, don't let other people know that I took it Buy the bronze tripod, otherwise, I am afraid you will be in danger."
Qu Ming hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
He felt that Ding Zhanpeng was more than just a qigong master. The more he got in touch with him, the more he felt that Ding Zhanpeng was full of mystery.
At the same time, the desire to make friends in my heart became stronger.
Ding Zhanpeng put away the copper tripod, smiled, and said, "Okay, Xiao Ming, let's not be too special. As if nothing happened, continue to look at all kinds of antique calligraphy and paintings."
"Brother Ding, let me tell you that I have recently become obsessed with studying the scrolls of ancient famous people. However, most of their scrolls are collected by others, and it is difficult for me to find the leaks. Oh, by the way, you may not know how to pick the leaks. Actually I have tried to pick up leaks before. In an antique trading market, I bought a piece of porcelain from an old man. It turned out to be a genuine Tang Sancai, and I made a million dollars. Unfortunately, I often lose money, and the earning is not enough for me. deficit."
Qu Ming quickly recovered from what happened just now, and talked about it.
Ding Zhanpeng smiled bitterly: "I don't understand antiques, but I understand that picking up leaks is like gambling. Knowledge accounts for a part, but luck accounts for the majority. If you are not rich, you really can't afford this kind of high-end gambling."
Qu Ming rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "Brother Ding is wrong. Although picking up leaks is a gamble, it is more a test of one's eyesight and knowledge. But you are right, the doorway in the antique trade is very deep, and most people don't want it." Touch, it is easy to be deceived by some people and lose everything."
After finishing speaking, Qu Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a low voice, "Brother Ding, I saw something good."
Ding Zhanpeng was stunned for a moment, followed his line of sight, and there was a black and white portrait on a small table on the left, surrounded by people, commenting.
The owner of the portrait is a middle-aged fat man, his eyes are narrowed into a thin line, and he is introducing: "Everyone, this is the picture I bought a few days ago. Everyone also studies antique calligraphy and paintings, and you should know that this is a picture of a saint. Wu Daozi's "Song Zi Tian Wang Tu". But I am ashamed, I don't have enough research on calligraphy and painting, so I can't judge whether this painting is authentic. But I haven't heard of any collector who bought the authentic one, so I also want to bang bang Good luck, let everyone help and see if this painting is authentic."
At this time, Qu Ming exclaimed in Ding Zhanpeng's ear: "This fat man's luck is against the sky. If this painting is authentic, he must be laughing out loud in his dreams."
Ding Zhanpeng was taken aback, and asked curiously, "Is this painting very valuable?"
Qu Ming thought for a while, and said: "Wu Daozi, the sage of painting, was good at portraits of Buddhist and Taoist figures in his life, and "Songzi Tianwang Tu" is his masterpiece. However, most researchers have come to a conclusion through historical documents. Wu Daozi's " The original work of "Song Zi Tian Wang Tu" has disappeared, and all the copies on the market are fakes. Therefore, everyone has certain doubts about whether this painting is authentic. But one thing is certain, the authentic works of Wu Daozi are of high value. In the eyes of some collectors, it is priceless. This scroll is an authentic work, and if it is auctioned, it will easily exceed 100 million."
Ding Zhanpeng was speechless secretly, and said: "A broken painting is worth hundreds of millions, I can't understand it."
Qu Ming smiled wryly and said, "Brother Ding doesn't understand the true meaning of art and the fanaticism of collectors. If this painting is authentic, I'm afraid there will be a wave of collectors. But as I said just now, all the copies on the market are fakes. I guess Fatty also bought this painting with the mentality of trying his luck, and the price will definitely not be high, only tens of thousands of yuan."
Ding Zhanpeng was taken aback for a moment, and said: "If you buy a pair of cheap fakes for tens of thousands of yuan, you really have money and willfulness."
"Who knows, that's why he said he was lucky. The antique world is like this. Most people want to try their luck. If you are lucky, you can get rich overnight. If you are unlucky, you can avoid two girls and drink two bottles of famous wine But when we play antiques, we generally do what we can, and no one is so stupid as to spend all his property on chance."
Ding Zhanpeng was very interested and said, "How much did you spend?"
Qu Ming touched the back of his head, and said awkwardly: "Not much, not much, a loss of 50 million."