"Let the old man say it..." Although Man Jun was willing to help the fat man explain, the old man in front of him was obviously an expert. If he told that allusion, he would be suspected of showing off and was too obsessed with him. ◇↓

"What's going on with this uncle?" The fat man looked at the old man curiously. Fang Yi, who was lying on the hospital bed, also raised his head, obviously being curious.

"You guys, have you heard of Tang Yin?" The old man did not answer the fat man's words, but asked.

"Tang Yin (yin), who is this? I have a comrade named Tang Yang..." The fat man looked at Sanpao with a blank look on his face, but from Sanpao's eyes, he could tell that this guy probably didn't know who Tang Yin was.

"Fatty, if you don't understand, just say less..." Fang Yi, who was lying on the bed, covered his forehead with his hand. The fat man said this and threw the person to Fangjia Village.

"Hmm? Young man, do you know who Tang Yin is?"

Seeing Fang Yi's actions, the old man couldn't help but smile and looked over. In fact, when he asked this, the old man didn't expect the young people to answer it. After all, people only know Tang Bohu, but few people know that Tang Yin is his real name.

"Old man, the Tang Yin you are talking about is Tang Bohu, right?" Fang Yi nodded and said, "Tang Yin was a famous painter, calligrapher and poet in the Ming Dynasty. He was not lucky enough. His poems were mostly sung by fireworks alleys, but he was not as famous as his calligraphy and paintings..."

Although Fang Yi's master was sloppy and delicious, it is undeniable that he had a very profound foundation in Chinese literature. When Fang Yi was three or four years old, he taught him to recite the Four Books and Five Classics, and even imparted the knowledge of humanistic allusions from all dynasties to Fang Yi.

So although Fang Yi has never been to school, he may not understand knowledge such as mathematics and physics, but when it comes to history and Chinese, he may not be able to understand it as a major graduate student in college. Therefore, when he heard the word Tang Yin, Fang Yi knew who the old man was talking about.

"Tang Bohu? I know Tang Bohu..."

When he heard Fang Yi say that Tang Yin was Tang Bohu, the fat man was excited and said, "I have watched the movie Tang Bohu's Qiuxiang. Isn't he the four talents in Jiangnan? Hehe, let alone the romantic Tang Bohu played by Zhou Xingxing, I laughed to death..."

"Fatty, those are all anecdotes, and they cannot be regarded as true..."

Fang Yi shook his head speechlessly. The Chinese language he learned from the old Taoist priest was all official history. Naturally, he knew that there was no such thing as Tang Bohu in history. If it were Tang Bohu who planned the courtesan in the fireworks lane, it would be somewhat credible.

"You're right. Tang Bohu is really a romantic talent..." Seeing the fat man's happy look, Man Jun smiled and said, "In history, there are only two talented people who can make fireworks women pay for free, one of them is Tang Yin and Tang Bohu..."

"Hmm? There is such awesome person? Boss Man, who is there in addition to Tang Bohu?"

After hearing Man Jun's words, the fat man couldn't help laughing. He was the one who had passed by the small hair salon. He knew that those women definitely recognized money but not people. Unexpectedly, there were women who were willing to pay for it. The admiration in his heart suddenly entered the Yangtze River and surging endlessly.

"The other one is Liu Yong from the Song Dynasty, but that person has nothing to do with us..."

Man Jun casually answered, as a practitioner in the antique industry, he was self-taught and very familiar with history. However, Liu Yong was only famous for his poetry and had no traces left, so his value in his eyes was far less than that of Tang Bohu.

"Is this person named Liu Yong also a talent?" The fat man's face was full of yearning.

"Fatty, don't interrupt, let the old man tell a story..." Seeing that the fat man wanted to continue asking, Fang Yi quickly interrupted him. Others were romantic, but when the fat man was given the question, it turned out to be vulgar.

"Haha, it's not actually a story, this is a real thing..."

The old man smiled and said, "The Jiangnan mentioned in the Song Dynasty is the area of ​​Suzhou and Hangzhou, not far from Jinling, so Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings are circulated in these areas. In the early years, it was not very valuable. Fans like this look about a few thousand yuan..."

"Then why is it worth tens of thousands now?" When the old man talked about money, the fat man's mind finally broke out from the fireworks alley.

"This matter will start from what happened a few years ago..." The old man picked up the cup before bed and drank a sip of water, told Fang Yi and others about something that was almost everyone knows in the Jinling antique circle.

As the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the cultural atmosphere of Jinling has always been very strong. There are many people who love antique collections, and many people have many fine products in their hands. However, because the riot more than 20 years ago burned too many calligraphy, paintings and cultural relics, many people secretly kept their collections under their own boxes.

There was an old professor at Jinling University. His ancestors had a hobby of collecting calligraphy and paintings. When it was passed down to his generation, there were more than 30 works by Tang Bohu. In that turbulent era, these calligraphy and paintings were built in the mezzanine of the wall by this old professor, and they were preserved.

After the turmoil ended, the old professor secretly took out his calligraphy and paintings, but he was afraid that these things would be missed, so he pressed them under hundreds of professional books and piled them in the corner of the study. Even his son didn't know much.

The old professor lost his wife in middle age. After he resumed his work treatment, he fell in love with a rural aunt who was a nanny in his family for a long time, and the two lived together. The aunt took great care of the old professor and allowed the old professor to spend his old age in peace.

The old professor was hit in the last few years of his life, and he was paralyzed in bed and could not speak. When he was about to die, he could only point to the stall of books in the study, which meant to be left to the aunt who accompanied him.

But what the old professor never thought was that the wife he found in the end was not very educated, and he felt sad when he saw the books every day. So a few days after the old professor passed away, he found a person who collected garbage and scraps and sold all the books, including the calligraphy and paintings mixed with the old professor, in the books, by pound.

What's even more terrible is that the old man who collected the waste was not educated. When he went back to sort out the waste, he found dozens of yellowed calligraphy and paintings. Since many calligraphy and paintings were written on rice paper, the old man felt that these things were not easy to sell, so he used them to burn them off while cooking.

These things that the parties involved didn't know should have been destroyed in the world, but after the old professor's son died, he accidentally came into contact with a person from an antique shop, and that person was a player who collected calligraphy and paintings.

During the chat, the old professor's son suddenly remembered that his father seemed to have some ancient rare books and other objects, so he took the friend to his father's house. After asking, he found out that all the books were sold by his stepmother.

After searching through the boxes and cabinets at home, although he could not find any calligraphy and paintings, the old professor's son found some of his father's notes. After reading the notes, he realized that his father actually had dozens of calligraphy and paintings by famous Ming masters.

In the mid-1990s, although the price of antique calligraphy and paintings was not very high, the combined value of dozens of famous calligraphy and paintings was probably more than one million. The old professor's son was immediately anxious and reported the case to the police station as soon as possible, hoping to find the person who collected the scrap at that time.

The case involving a value of more than one million was listed as a major case at that time, and the old man who collected waste in the suburbs was soon found. However, after inquiring, the result was that the old professor's son beat his chest and stamped his feet, and almost fainted on the spot.

The calligraphy and paintings that have been preserved after hundreds of years of war were actually burned down in peacetime. Not to mention the old professor's son, even the police officers who handled the case felt a pity, but this incident had already happened and they could not even hold the old man responsible.

Later, after sorting out the old professor's notes, the old professor's son listed a list of the burned calligraphy and paintings, including thirty-five calligraphy and paintings by Tang Bohu, six authentic works of Zhu Zhishan, and one hand sticker by Wen Zhengming in his later years, all of which are extremely precious antique calligraphy and paintings.

After the news spread, it immediately caused a sensation in the antique circle across the country. The prices of calligraphy and paintings by Tang Bohu, who originally had a large number of existing works, suddenly rose a lot, and once caused prices but no market. Few collectors were willing to take advantage of Tang Bohu's works.

Just like the fan that Boss Man received, the normal price is actually between 10,000 and 20,000 yuan, but no one is willing to sell it. If you really meet someone you like, you can sell it at least more than 50,000 yuan, which is considered to be a huge deal.

"One million, just...it was burned out with just one fire?"

After hearing the old man telling this, the fat man's eyes almost popped out. As far as he knows, a house in the city costs only 50,000 or 60,000 yuan. If he can get one million, it will be enough to just deposit it in the bank and earn interest in this life.

"It's a pity..."

The old man also sighed, looked at the fan, and suddenly said to Man Jun: "This "Looking at the Plum Picture" is considered a fine product in Tang Bohu's works. I wonder if you are willing to give it up? Old man, I'm a little interested in this..."

"Hmm? Do you want it?"

Man Jun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and said hesitantly: "To be honest, I am the one who does business and I want to sell it, but I made an appointment later and someone wanted to see it. I can't speak without trust..."

"Did that person offer? If you don't get the job, can the old man offer a price?"

Hearing Man Jun's words, the old man laughed. According to the rules of the antiques business, when someone started to look at something, others could not rush to bid, but the other party just made an appointment to see it, and it was not on the scene, so the old man said this.
Chapter completed!