Chapter 59 Shi Tao's Painting of Listening to Spring in the Deep Valley

I took a deep breath, tried to calm my excitement, and walked toward the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Regal saw us approaching and raised his hand slightly, his eyes filled with scrutiny and anticipation.

He was tall and dressed in a tailored suit. The Patek Philippe watch on his wrist reflected a cold light under the sunlight, and his entire body emitted the dignified aura of a superior.

Yuan Xueyu immediately elegantly acted as the introducer. She waved her arm gently and smiled sweetly. She looked at me and introduced him." CEO Wang, this is Zhang Yang. He has top-notch skills in repairing cultural relics. He buys damaged antiques and paintings at a high price."

Then, he turned to me and said in a respectful and excited tone," Zhang Yang, this is the famous real estate tycoon Wang Zhengxiong, CEO Wang. He is also a very famous collector."

"Hello."

Wang Zhengxiong nodded slightly, his eyes filled with suspicion and scrutiny.

"Hello, CEO Wang. Nice to meet you."

I reached out politely and shook his hand.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he took an exquisite camphor box from the bodyguard and carefully opened it to take out a painting.

I took my magnifying glass out of my backpack, held my breath, and began to examine it.

Even if it is dilapidated, you can still see the exquisiteness of the past.

At the top of the picture, several towering peaks rose from the ground, overlapping peaks, clouds and mist surrounded them, like fairy mountains and pavilions.

Shi Tao outlines the outline of the rock with his unique "folding belt" technique. The lines are strong and flexible, just like steel knives carving stones, showing the strength and toughness of the mountains.

The mountain's ink shade is appropriate, the thick ink place is like a green mountain, and the light ink place is like a misty cloud, creating a profound artistic conception.

On the mountainside, a clear stream gurgled down, jumping and flowing among the rocks, splashing crystal water. Although the picture is damaged and the lines of some streams are blurred, you can still feel the agility and vitality of Shi Tao's water flow.

By the stream, several pines and cypresses stand proudly, with thick trunks and luxuriant branches. Their roots are deeply rooted in the rocks, showing tenacious vitality. Pine needles are outlined with fine hairs, dense and dense, and each one seems to have vitality and vitality.

At the bottom of the picture was a quiet valley. Green bamboos grew in the valley, and their branches swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Under the shade of bamboo forest, an ancient thatched cottage could be vaguely seen. The thatched roof and walls of the hut were made of logs, which made it look very simple but full of poetry. In front of the house, an old man was sitting quietly on a stone bench, listening to the sound of spring water. His expression was relaxed and relaxed, as if he had merged with the mountains and rivers.

However, this originally beautiful painting has now suffered a major disaster. The picture was torn into five or six pieces by the child. The cracks crisscrossed like ferocious scars. The erosion of urine made the picture even more hazy. The paint blurred, and many details were blurred.

I gently touched the broken scroll with my middle finger without leaving a trace. In an instant, information emerged in my mind: "The late works of Shi Tao, a painter in the early Qing Dynasty: The Painting of Listening to Springs in the Deep Valley." Status: Damaged, repairable. The potential value is extremely high. It is worth having."

Seeing this information, my heart skipped a beat. I suppressed the excitement in my heart and maintained my composure on the surface.

"Mr. Zhang, can this painting be saved?" There was a hint of nervousness in the rich man's voice. He bent over slightly and stared at the painting.

Hearing this, the bodyguard beside me crossed his arms and sized me up warily, as if he was evaluating my ability.

Yuan Xueyu looked at me quietly beside me, her eyes full of trust and expectation.

I straightened up, pondered for a moment, and said,"As you can see, the picture is not only badly torn, but also corroded by the liquid. The paint and paper have been damaged to varying degrees. It was impossible to repair it. I can only slightly improve my current appearance."

The rich man frowned deeply and was silent for a few seconds. Then he said decisively,"It's not bad to improve your appearance slightly. Money is not a problem." Please let me know what materials you need and how long you need them. This painting means a lot to me. It was handed down to me by my father before he died. It took me a lot of trouble to get it."

I frowned slightly and said in a slightly regretful tone,"President Wang, this painting of 'Listening to the Spring in the Deep Valley' is too badly damaged. It is extremely difficult to repair it. Even after I fully repair it, there will be very obvious repair marks. The value will be greatly reduced." There is no collection value. You might as well sell it to me."

"Then what price are you willing to pay?"

President Wang sighed. Obviously, he knew that what I said made sense.

"I'll give you two million at most. After all, the cost of repair was high, the risk was also high, and it was not easy to deal with the follow-up. One bad thing and you'll be in my hand."

I muttered.

Wang Zhengxiong's expression instantly darkened. He took out a yellowed bill from his briefcase. His voice was filled with pain and unwillingness." Mr. Zhang, do you know that my father spent 38 million at Sotheby's auction house for this painting? This receipt and transaction record are complete! Now that you're asking for two million, aren't you asking me to carve out the meat?"

His fingers pounded the hood of the Rolls-Royce, and the metal surface made a dull sound, as if he were in a state of depression.

My eyes swept over the receipt, but the tone is still calm: "Mr. Wang, there is an old saying in antique business-'broken porcelain is not as valuable as tiles, and damaged paintings and calligraphy are worthless.' Look at this painting. It has been torn into pieces and stained. The pigments are smudged and the fibers are broken. Even if it is an authentic Shi Tao painting, it has no value now."

I spread out my hands, indicating the dilemma in front of me." If you don't believe me, you can take the painting to the antique street and ask, which shop can give an offer of more than one million? My two million is already a 'friendship price' for Miss Yuan's sake…"

Yuan Xueyu stepped forward at the right time, and her voice was soft but convincing: "President Wang, Zhang Yang's words are indeed reasonable." Not only was it costly to repair this painting, but it also took a long time. Moreover, the improvement of its appearance was limited, so the risk was too great. Although two million wasn't much, it could stop losses in time. You won't be able to do much good with this damaged painting."

Wang Zhengxiong was silent for a long time. Finally, he crumpled the receipt into a ball and stuffed it back into his bag. He gritted his teeth and said,"Forget it! Two million is two million."

He had asked too many restoration masters, but they couldn't repair it. He had also asked someone to estimate it. Two million was indeed a high price for this painting!

He was deliberately angry just now, but he was just acting.

Soon, the transaction was completed, and Yuan Xueyu and I left side by side.

Our hearts are filled with anticipation...