Capítulo 67: Antique
The gallery, in the lobby, had a strange atmosphere.
For a long time, the leader finally said, "Are you a new shop assistant? Where is the old man in the shop? Let him come out, I have to talk to him about something."
His voice was cold and rude.
But when he was speaking, his brows frowned slightly, and he kept looking at Ye Bei, his heart felt a little bit frightened.
And this person was exactly Wu Sanri.
After their memories were erased last night... all the memories about the time when they came to this gallery yesterday also disappeared along with it.
Coming here today, they thought they want to buy this shop again and look for opportunities to dig the tomb.
"Talk to me if you have something to say." Ye Bei said. He didn't feel much about the three of them.
Wu Sanri frowned.
But Pan Shengcheng at the back was not at all polite, "Our business, do you dare to act as the owner and talk about it? We came here today to spend a lot of money to buy this gallery."
"Yes. Hurry up and call out the old man Wang, don't waste time." Zhang Qitian dipped, and he always felt something was wrong in his heart, but no matter what, he couldn't think of the reason.
"After ten days, the store will be available for sale." At the table, Ye Bei spoke, his words were not many, but these words had a hint of unquestionable taste.
Originally, Wu Sanri and others were not willing to communicate with Ye Bei.
However, after hearing this, a strange thought emerged from deep in their hearts, as if the words of the young man in a weird dress before them could really represent this gallery shop.
Could it be that this young man is the descendant of the Wang Family, grandson of the old man Wang?
Creak...
When they were puzzled, the back door of the lobby creaked and was pushed open.
Holding the rolled-up calligraphy and painting, Wang Gu hurried out...
However, after seeing Wu Sanri, he was taken aback for a while, and he immediately placed the calligraphy and painting behind him.
"Old man Wang, who is this person? He said he wanted to sell the gallery to me. Isn't that a joke?" Wu Sanri stared at Wang Gu's face and asked quickly.
Wang Gu was a little surprised. Didn't he tell them yesterday that this shop gave Ye Bei to him? Why are you still asking today?
Therefore, when answering, his voice was uncaring and informal.
"Of course he can represent our gallery... and this shop belongs to him, whoever he wants to sell this gallery to is up to him."
After he threw out his words, Wang Gu turned around and walked into the inner courtyard without looking back.
Carefully guarding the calligraphy and painting with both hands, for fear that it would provoke Wu Sanri's prying eyes like previously.
Wang Gu's actions shocked Wu Sanri and others.
All the doubts in their hearts disappeared.
At the same time, they worked hard to be calmer.
It's just that the indescribable excitement in their eyes could not be concealed.
"Little brother, is what you said just now true? Are you sure you are not kidding with us?" Wu Sanri's voice was a lot more polite. Although he still doubted Ye Bei's identity, he was too lazy to ask.
Ye Bei nodded, "Yeah."
"After ten days, will you put it on sale?" Zhang Qitian said.
Ye Bei replied lightly, "Yes."
"Then how much money do you want?" Pan Shengcheng only felt that happiness had come too suddenly. In his heart, he was already calculating. After ten days, he would buy this gallery, then dig out the tomb and get countless authentic works, at the same time, he would also shock the antique world that day.
"The gallery has no customers, and it's boring to open. This shop is not worth much, but your antique shop over there is quite valuable. It's better to be like this, after ten days, the shop will be given to you, but in return, I want to take a few things from your antique shop." Ye Bei said lightly.
Oh?
After Wu Sanri listened, his eyes turned wildly.
Most of the things in his antique shop were actually dug out by him. There were also indeed some valuable things there, but not worth much if compared to Wang Xizhi's tomb.
However, when doing business, it was about bargaining.
"I will give you two at most. There are so many rare and precious treasures in our shop. If you pick any antique worth tens of millions of dollars, I will not lose money. " Wu Sanri was very serious, when finished speaking, he waited to see if Ye Bei was going to make a further request.
However, Ye Bei's next word surprised him very much.
After listening, Ye Bei just nodded lightly, threw out a word indifferently, "Okay."
"Well, I'll go prepare the contract. We'll sign it right away, and those who have a contract in hand will not be allowed to go back on their words." Wu Sanri was very excited and nervous, thinking that this will be done? When he said this, the excitement on his face was even more unconcealed.
"Fine." Ye Bei said softly.
The three of them stopped hesitating, turned around, and rushed back to prepare for the contract.
When they came, they were aggressive, but when they left, they were full of elation.
...
After the three fellows left, Wang Gu pushed open the door of the backyard and poked out half of his head. After making sure that the three were no longer there, he walked into the lobby again.
"Sir, do you really want to sell them the gallery?" Seeing Ye Bei sitting at the table, Wang Gu thought for a while and asked seriously.
"Perhaps." Ye Bei replied lightly.
But this answer made Wang Gu feel unclear.
"By the way, sir... can I really take this calligraphy and painting to that antique auction house?" Wang Gu continued to ask, his voice a little hesitant, he still understood in his heart, this calligraphy and painting were made by Ye Bei, and what involved in it was too big.
Ye Bei replied softly, "Yes, but you are not allowed to say that I created it."
At this point, Wang Gu made a decision long ago, waved his hand unceremoniously, with a simple smile on his face, "Sir, I don't understand what you mean... This calligraphy and painting are handed down from generation to generation by our ancestors and is the real work of our ancestor, Wang Xizhi, and it has always been well preserved. Naturally, it is impossible to have anything to do with sir..."
"Good." Ye Bei replied.
When he first saw this Wang Gu, he saw him focusing on painting a picture, which looked quite deep and wise.
However, after only a little contact, Ye Bei discovered that even though Wang Gu was more or less seventy years old, in many ways, he still looked like a child.
"Well, sir, I will go to the antique auction house now. It is said that many experts have come from all over the world, not only buying antiques at high prices but also auctioning some of the antiques they found in China." Wang Gu looked excited, "This calligraphy and painting cannot be recognized by ordinary people, but I believe that when those people see it, they will definitely be shocked."
After Ye Bei listened, his expression was indifferent, and his mouth was silent.
Wang Gu did not say more.
He carefully guarded the calligraphy and painting in his bosoms and walked vigorously towards the outside of the gallery.
But after he stepped out of the lobby, he quickly disappeared among the busy crowd.
...
The Peaceful Restaurant had been fully contracted by the auction.
First floor, at the reception.
It was heard that an international antique auction house was coming.
Countless people took some treasures and waited for the evaluation, and the line was more than ten meters in line.
When Wang Gu rushed here with the calligraphy and painting, he thought that there was a blockbuster.
After a long time, he lined up.
At the table in front, there sat a middle-aged man in a suit with shiny hair.
"Sir, what do you want to appraise?"
After seeing Wang Gu, the middle-aged man was lacking in interest, but his tone was full of arrogance. In his opinion, these antique sellers were either idiots deceived by their ancestors or fat sheep to be slaughtered.
"This is the calligraphy and painting handed down from my ancestors, the original Wang Xizhi."
Wang Gu carefully took out the calligraphy and painting from his arms.
When the sound fell, the atmosphere in this first-floor hall instantly became weird.
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Capítulo 68: The Coachman
At the door of Peaceful Restaurant, there were many armed polices with real rifles.
They had keen eyes and were looking forward to it.
If there were any emergencies, they could be resolved immediately.
In the lobby on the first floor.
It was overcrowded, but because everyone had some antiquities in their arms, although there were many people, they were extremely careful not to be touched by others.
However, the voices of discussion were one after another.
"Hey! Old Xu why are you here too?"
"Why can't I come? This antique auction is said to be held by an old Egyptian family. It not only auctions antiques, but also collects antiques and even helps with free appraisal, so I brought the bowl from my house. Ah, if it's genuine, it's just sold to them, so I don't have to worry about it at home."
"Old Chen, are you here?"
"That is natural, it is estimated that today, the entire ancient town, people with collections at home will come! How can I miss join in this fun?"
Such conversations resounded almost all the time.
But when the atmosphere here was noisy...
"This is the calligraphy and painting handed down from my ancestors, the authentic work of Wang Xizhi..."
Following Wang Gu's words fell.
The entire hall became ultimately silent, if a needle fell to the ground, it would be clearly heard.
Almost all of them looked towards Wang Gu in unison, wanting to see who claimed to have been handed down by the ancestors. It must be known Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and painting, which had appeared in books were all true, and every single one of them was a national treasure, anyone with a bit of culture knew it.
The person who received Wang Gu was originally lacking in interest, but when he heard this, he raised his brows and only then became a little interested.
"Oh? Really?" His tone was somewhat questionable.
When the hall became extremely silent, countless pairs of eyes cast over at the same time.
The receptionist then stretched out his hand and gently accepted the calligraphy and painting in Wang Gu's hand.
But…
The moment he touched it with his hand, the man's brows immediately locked, as if he was going to be angry.
"Sir, I'm sorry. Our auction will only appreciate antiques. Your calligraphy and painting are some modern high-quality imitations. Just find someone to write it out. This calligraphy and painting are not the original works of Wang Xizhi, nor it is valuable!"
The receptionist frowned. When he said this, he didn't even look at the calligraphy and painting but directly put it back into Wang Gu's hands.
"Huh?"
There was a cry in the hall.
It was not known if it was because the calligraphy and painting were fake, and people felt disappointed; or because it was denied, they felt sorry for Wang Gu.
However, at this moment, someone in the hall recognized Wang Gu's identity.
"Isn't that the old man from Ancient Street Gallery? He paints at the door every day, even more than that, his paintings are really beautiful... But he also thought it was too simple, he actually took out a few copies of his own works and pretend that it was Wang Xizhi's instead?" Someone's voice contained a bit of sarcasm.
"Old man Wang? Yes, it's really him... at such an old age, he still uses this method? The gallery has no business and is about to close down. Isn't it because he came here to try his luck?" Someone said proudly.
"Oh, we're still in the line! Old man Wang, don't delay things. If those are fake, take it away!" Behind Wang Gu, someone urged with dissatisfaction.
The ancient town was not big, and Ancient Street was even smaller...
But with the changes of the times, many of the neighbors who used to be harmonious no longer have the original simplicity, they cared more about the potential competition. If someone lived better than themselves, they would feel jealous, if someone was worse than themselves, they would feel high above, full of arrogance and hypocrisy.
Wang Gu couldn't remember when this change started.
Anyway, when he heard such voices... he only felt sad in his heart, and at the same time, his heart became firmer and he still stood in the front.
When he looked at the receptionist, his face sank, "You have not even look at the contents inside the calligraphy and painting of mine, how do you know they are fake?"
"Oh? This paper cloth is all-new, what else is there to look good? Is it possible that Wang Xizhi is still alive?" The receptionist shook his head, looking a little impatient, waved his hand, looked away from Wang Gu, and looked back, "The next person..."
"Okay, old man Wang, it's me, mine is the real thing, inherited from the ancestors!"
The person behind stretched out his hand, patted Wang Gu on the shoulder, and motioned for him to move away.
Click...
However, Wang Gu did not move.
When the receptionist was about to call the security guard, Wang Gu was not polite as his wrist flicked, and the words "Orchid Pavilion Preface" were all unfolded in front of the receptionist.
In the paper cloth, every word, every stroke of brush was at the peak of perfectness.
Every word was full of vicissitudes of time...
These words turned around as if possessing an indescribable magic power...
The receptionist just glanced at it slightly but he couldn't move away anymore, and even his body twitched slightly.
...
Ancient Street Gallery.
Ye Bei sat quietly at the table, his eyes faint.
Outside the gallery, the endless stream of people was constantly varying, but there were always similarities. Ye Bei had seen the coachman that brought him here the other day several times. The difference was that every time the person sitting in the cart changed, this was a kind of specious feeling.
Ye Bei was waiting quietly, waiting for the familiar voice to appear.
Similarly, in his mind, many doubts appeared.
He, Ye Bei had been in this world for too long, had experienced and done many earth-shattering things.
Even, he could predict many things originally, but once it involved longevity, it would become fuzzy for him.
He knew that as long as he waited here, the familiar old person would appear soon.
However, it was impossible to judge the specific time and place of its appearance.
"Will you miss this round?" Ye Bei murmured softly when he saw the familiar coachman and ran through the gallery door for the ninth time.
Immediately afterward, Ye Bei moved his gaze away from the street, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the scroll painting of the deceased person in reincarnation came from Wang Xiu's brush appeared from his cuffs, flat on the table without any wrinkles.
In the painting, the deceased was dressed in white, her skin was tender, she was devastatingly beautiful as it was enough to cause cities and kingdoms to fall.
Ye Bei looked at the painting quietly, his eyes calm but were filled with contemplations.
In the gallery lobby, when it was extremely quiet, there were two clear knocks on the door.
Ye Bei looked up, his eyes did not change, without any surprises.
It was the coachman who knocked on the door.
He was sweating profusely, with a yellowed towel wrapped around his neck, and while knocking on the door, he vigorously wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Come in!" Ye Bei said simply.
"Sir, I didn't expect to meet you here! Are you working here? I thought you came here yesterday to paint..." Looking up, the coachman was not surprised when he saw Ye Bei, he just grinned, showing a neat row of white teeth.
"What about the goods?" Ye Bei did not answer but asked indifferently.
After he heard this, the coachman's body was startled. When he looked at Ye Bei, his eyes were staring.
The young man in front of him was too dangerous... How did he know that he was here to give something?
But when he was surprised, the coachman slowly took out a black paper from his pocket.
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