The old man who set up a stall was about seventy years old, wearing a double-breasted soap moon-white shirt, a row of white cloth buckles on his chest, and a red silk tied around his waist, like a man walking in the world in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. The old man's face was as rosy as a red date, with a gray beard on his forehead, and his eyes were bright, like a trainee than a businessman.

When Xuan Qi was looking at the stall owner, the stall owner was also looking at Xuan Qi. Seeing that Xuan Qi's skin was as beautiful as jade, although Hua Guang was restrained like an ordinary person, a flash of light would always flash inadvertently as his eyes opened and closed. The fingerprints on his hands were delicate, as if white jade was shining. This kid is also a trainee.

Xuan Qi smiled at the old man Zhan Yan, stretched his hand forward and asked, "Can you get started?"

The old man answered Yu Qiang and said directly: "Yes."

Xuan Qi slowly opened the framed silk painting. This handed down silk scroll "Magu's Birthday Picture" is 5 cm in length and 5 cm in width, bright colors and intact. In the painting, the Magu fairy has a slender figure, tall and elegant hair, with a high bun, kind eyebrows and eyes. He has a jade ring on his ears, wearing a light green gown, a round belly with a bamboo basket, and a large blooming peonies and fairy grass and wild flowers. He tied a bunch of big and small gourds on the edge of the basket, and four gourds on the waist, and a Ganoderma lucidum. He gently pinched rice grains with two fingers on his left hand, and put them into pearls with his right palm. His clothes were fluttering, his magic bones were fairy-like, Yingzhou collected herbs and returned with a full load. He wanted to offer his longevity. The brush was fine, elegant in color, and vivid in shape. The upper right side of the painting was in regular script: "In the spring of the 1911, Leng Mei of the Jinmen Painting History wrote." Two seals were stamped below: "Minist Leng Mei" and "Kinmen Painting History".

Xuan Qi looked at the way of brush and ink, then looked at the color layout and the silk texture of silk. He found that no matter which texture is exquisite, this painting should be a genuine work.

Su Mingxue squatted beside Xuan Qi and asked, "Who is the woman in this painting? Why do you feel like you are fluttering in clothes and look like a fairy?

Xuan Qi explained to Su Mingxue: "The painting is Magu, a character in the ancient Chinese mythological character. Ge Hong wrote in "The Biography of Laxian" that she was a native of Jianchang and practiced the Guyu Mountain in the southeast of Muzhou. During the reign of Emperor Huan of the Eastern Han Dynasty, he surrendered to Cai Jing's family at the age of 18 or 19, and could throw rice into pearls. He said that he had seen the East China Sea turn into mulberry fields three times, and later generations used "changing fields" to describe the rapid changes in the world. According to legend, on the birthday of the Queen Mother of the West on March 3, she brewed wine with Ganoderma lucidum on the banks of the Jiangzhu River to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday. In the past, those who regarded women's birthday mostly painted statues of Magu, which was called "Magu's birthday".

"Magu celebrates the Queen Mother's birthday?" A trace of strangeness flashed in Hongqin's eyes: "This silk painting is really suitable for the sake of the situation. Is it true? If it is real, buy it." Hongqin said as she looked at the two seal seals, she automatically skipped the "Kinmen Painting History" and pointed to the seal "Mind Lengmei" and asked: "Who is this Lengmei? Why haven't you heard of it?"

"Leng Mei was a famous painter in the Qing Dynasty. Her courtesy name was Jichen and her pseudonym was Kinmen Painting History. She was a native of Jiaozhou, Shandong. She was worshipped by Jiao Bingzhen. She painted characters and ladies in the inner court. She painted characters in the thirty years. She used her paintings to paint beautifully and beautifully, and her paintings were particularly vivid and orderly." Leng Mei's information flashed through Xuan Qi's head, and then she told her.

"I once painted "The Plum Viewing in the East Pavilion", "The Embroidery Picture of Yin" and "The Book of Arhats", which contained the wonderful Wu Dangfeng and Cao Yi's style of water. "The Picture of Summer Resort" is one of his representative works. Leng Mei's painting academy experienced three generations of emperors, and was ordered by the Old Summer Palace for many years, and was still alive until 17 days AD. Unfortunately, many of Leng Mei's careful works in the Old Summer Palace were turned into ashes with the looting and burning of the British and French coalition forces." Xuan Qi couldn't help but sigh at the end.

"So is this painting real?" Su Mingxue felt more and more happy when she looked at it, and the more she felt more and more real she felt. She really wanted to buy it now

Xuan Qi used the art of qi identification to scan the painting up and down. The year and writing style are correct, and the feeling is also correct. The only thing wrong is that if the painting is an original work, it should not have appeared in this stall. There are not so many leaks for the newcomers to pick up. Using the art of qi identification, Xuan Qi really saw the clues. This painting is not a whole picture. To be precise, this painting was cut into two sections from the middle and then sewn together.

Xuan Qi shook his head helplessly, put the painting back, and slowly got up to leave. The old man who set up the stall frowned: "My friend, don't hurry to leave first. Since you have seen the mistake, then tell me it out and let me know it."

Xuan Qi pointed to the middle of the scroll and drew a line from top to bottom and said, "This painting is an authentic work, and it is a palace object from that time. As for how it escaped the fire in the Old Summer Palace and how it spread to the people, I think it is related to the injury in the middle."

In the middle of the Qing Dynasty, the prosperous era of Kanggans appeared. After the country was rich and the people were strong, it still closed its doors, causing China to miss the industrial revolution. At this point, it turned out from a world-powered country to a weak country dominated by farming. By the late Qing Dynasty, an old lady who dared to declare war on the world's powers appeared. The result was naturally self-evident. The Eight-Nation Alliance entered the capital and destroyed the Old Summer Palace, which was the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens.

In the stormy dynasty, the turbulent grass mustard always do earth-shaking things. For example, the palace maids and eunuchs guarding the palace felt the fear and anxiety of the dynasty, so some bold and arrogant people began to dig for everyone to make up for their families. They took calligraphy, paintings, antiques, gold, silver and wealth from the Qing Palace and brought them to their small houses.

A few smart people will exchange fakes for authentic products, while those who are hungry like to be rude and rude. They will take whatever they are valuable when they see, and even put down a fire in order to deal with the inspections of the people above.

There is no doubt that this silk painting was taken out like this. Maybe it was stuffed in the boots or wrapped in a sleeve to avoid the inspection of the guards and carry out the treasures in the Qing palace. It seemed that there was a long time since the will of heaven. It was precisely because of their greed back then that these cultural relics had been avoided by the disaster of being destroyed by war.

The old man laughed: "I didn't expect that my friend was young and had such eyesight. This silk painting was indeed broken in half from the middle and was repaired by someone skillfully. But doesn't this also confirm from the side that the painting is authentic?"

Hearing the old man say this, a trace of brilliance flashed in Xuan Qi's eyes. Yes, a special imprint left by a special era. This is really important, it is so important in the antique world that emphasizes inheritance and order.

Business is negotiated, and a word can make a turn for a while. Xuan Qi, who was originally planning to leave, heard the old man's words and looked at the breaking point that was repaired by the clever hand, and suddenly realized that it was no longer a flaw, but a special mark.

"How much does this painting cost?" Xuan Qi looked at Leng Mei's birthday picture and saw a ray of light at the disconnection. It seemed that this was repaired in the late Qing Dynasty, and the repair craftsmen definitely had a pair of clever skills, and in some aspects it had achievements that others could not achieve.

"Six million" the old man smiled: "If I meet someone, I will ask for ten million, but if I meet you, I will sell for six million directly.

"Buyed" Xuan Qi took out the card and handled the transfer business. He wrapped the whole silk painting and stuffed it into the original wooden box. Xuan Qi looked at the items on the stall again and found that most of them were genuine, which made him wonder. It seemed that the old man's style seemed to be a man in the martial arts world. Since he had so many genuine products, he must be worth a lot. Why did he fall into the Liuli Factory to set up a stall?

While thinking about it, Xuan Qi couldn't help but ask curiously: "Old man, I see that many of the objects on you are real, why did you take off your hands in a stall in Liulichang?"

Xuan Qi's words contain a lot of information. If the old man really wants to take action, contact a big player directly or go to an antique shop, it will definitely be more refreshing than taking action at the morning market of Liulichang. In addition, most of these things are genuine, and the old man is so old, Xuan Qi keenly feels that there is a story here.

Hearing Xuan Qi ask, the old man sighed helplessly, pointed to the antique calligraphy and paintings and said: "These things are not my things, but my son's things. My surname is Li and my son is Li Dazhong."

"Li Dazhong?" Hongqin let out a low voice: "Li Dazhong of Jingguang Group?" Seeing Li Shuangquan nodding, Hongqin sighed for a moment. Seeing Xuanqi's doubts, she attached herself to Xuanqi's ear and whispered about Li Dazhong's life.

Li Dazhong is definitely a legendary figure. Li Dazhong, born in a martial arts family, did not become a martial arts master like his father, but chose to do business. His life trajectory is completely different from others.

In the 1970s, when the reform and opening up just now, Li Dazhong relied on his strength and courage, and a slight invisible but intangible luck, allowing Li Dazhong to accumulate original capital in five years and then intervened in the formal group capital operation. In fifteen years, his Jingguang Group became a large consortium called the name of China.

"I heard that he was seriously ill and unconscious a few days ago..." Hongqin did not dare to continue asking further, for fear that it would stimulate Li Shuangquan.

Li Shuangquan, who had lived for half his life, was open-minded and said nothing, "There is nothing to hide, it's just irregular life, excessive drinking and color, and emotional ups and downs, brain hemorrhage." After that, he sighed again: "The road is far away and the horse's power is seen, and people's hearts are seen over time. Now he is sick, and all the friends who are good to him on weekdays have disappeared without a trace. The guys who are following behind are like money-sucking, all of them have dispersed.

Li Shuangquan said and sighed again: "Only the old couple are left to follow us and fuck us. There is no way around this, so I took out these antiques, calligraphy and paintings and sold some money to treat my son."

After hearing such a tortuous experience, Xuan Qi was helpless. There were unexpected situations in the sky and people would be lucky every day. When people came to this world naked, they could encounter anything. There was a pothole that no one could explain clearly. So in this case, Xuan Qi could only give blessings silently, and then used the Qi-detection technique, and suddenly found that the above of Li Shuangquan's head was filled with bad luck.

A full black disaster aura enveloped Li Shuangquan's brow. This was a disaster that killed someone by mistake and tried to fight his life. I didn't expect that Mr. Li was so old and still had such strength. He was really popular.
Chapter completed!