Chapter 41

"Being able to frame such an ancient painting is also a kind of fate." Professor Qin suddenly sneered, "Old Zhu, you've never touched a genuine work by the Four Masters of the Yuan Dynasty, right?"

This time, Zhu Zhenye did not speak.

Professor Qin said again, "Yes, you are the best framer in Jinling City, but do you have any works to be proud of in your life?"

"Why can't my father have any works to be proud of?" Zhu Tongkai snorted coldly, unable to contain his anger, "What do you have to be proud of?"

"I didn't have any before either," Professor Qin shook his head, "But now I do. Being able to restore that Yuan blue-and-white porcelain is enough for me in this life."

He was telling the truth. For a master of ancient porcelain restoration, being able to restore a Yuan blue-and-white porcelain is indeed enough for a lifetime. Not all porcelain restoration masters have such an opportunity, and many people never even get to touch a genuine Yuan blue-and-white porcelain, let alone restore it.

"Akang, Tongkai also does framing. Why don't you let Tongkai frame this painting for you?" Zhu Zhenye ignored Professor Qin and looked at Yang Kang, saying, "I'm old, my eyesight is not good, and my memory is not good. I vaguely remember that you should be Yang Chongxuan's son?"

"Yes!" Yang Kang nodded and smiled, "That's why I have your phone number, but since you've retired, it's fine." He didn't have a good impression of Zhu Tongkai and didn't want to entrust him with the framing.

Framing an ancient painting naturally couldn't be done right there; it would have to be taken away by Zhu Tongkai. And senior framing masters seemed to know a bit about the technique of peeling layers. If Zhu Tongkai played some tricks, peeled off a second layer of the painting, and then used the second layer to create a forgery, selling it a few years later, wouldn't he be devastated? The key was that he couldn't even explain it clearly.

He himself knew a bit about framing and naturally knew that his painting was large enough and not on silk, with thick paper, fully meeting the requirements for peeling off a second layer.

Zhu Zhenye was the best framer in Jinling, renowned far and wide. He couldn't afford to lose his reputation, or his lifelong fame would be ruined.

So, Yang Kang wasn't too worried about him, but his son made him uneasy.

"Do you mean you're just letting us make a wasted trip?" Zhu Tongkai said不满地.

"Sorry!" Yang Kang only apologized.

"Forget it!" Zhu Zhenye stood up and walked out first, while Zhu Tongkai, with a sullen face, coldly snorted and hurriedly followed.

After they left, Mo Ming hurriedly called out, "Come, come, come, Little Prince, let's talk about the price?"

"Um!" Yang Kang thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Mo, you see, my painting hasn't been framed yet?"

"No problem, these days everything is about being bare, ha..." Mo Ming laughed, "Let's do it this way, I'll buy it, and I'll find someone to frame it."

Hearing this, Yang Kang pondered for a while. He had no money on him, and although he had the Taiyin Treasure Mirror, he couldn't accept anything. It would be better to sell this "New Bamboo" painting and have some capital to collect things himself.

"Since that's the case, the professor said that a painting of this size by Wu Zhen is worth about 8 to 10 million yuan. Mr. Mo, you can give a price," Yang Kang said.

"The price I estimated just now was just the regular price," Professor Qin smiled, "Little Yang, if you want to raise the price, it's fine. I'm not helping Xiao Mo; he has money anyway."

"Old Qin, you're not being very nice," Mo Ming smiled, "Since that's the case, Little Prince, how about 12 million?"

"No problem." Yang Kang nodded. Being able to sell it for 10 million was already very satisfying. Thinking about it, with 10 million, he wouldn't have to go out looking for a job. He had to call Fat Guo right away. Why did he run around so much? If they split the money, their lives would be quite comfortable.

"Is it the same account as last time?" Mo Ming was very straightforward. If he wanted it, he had to pay quickly.

"Um!" Yang Kang nodded. Mo Ming picked up his phone and called the bank to transfer the money.

Soon, Yang Kang heard his phone beep and hurriedly checked. The bank notification showed that 12 million had been credited. Mo Ming was really rich; he bought a 12 million ancient painting without hesitation.

Immediately after, the bank called to inform him politely that he had received 12 million, making Yang Kang appreciate the benefits of being rich. Even the bank treated him so kindly.

"Thank you, Mr. Mo, the painting is yours." Yang Kang said.

Mo Ming, having bought the painting, was very happy. He pulled Yang Kang and asked, "Little Prince, have you eaten? I'll treat you to a meal!"

"No, Mr. Mo, how about I treat you?" Yang Kang looked at the time, which was almost noon. He was already starving and hurriedly said.

"Let's go, I'm starving too. Who knows—when Old Qin called me, I was just about to eat. I didn't even have a meal and rushed over like a dog wagging its tail," Mo Ming laughed.

"Old Qin, come with us!" Mo Ming said.

Professor Qin was about to agree but turned to see the brocade box on the soft couch. He sighed, "Forget it, I can't afford this Yuan blue-and-white porcelain. I'll go back and work on the restoration first." Saying this, he really picked up the brocade box and left.

Yang Kang saw him off and was then pulled by Mo Ming to have a meal. After the meal, Mo Ming still drove him back. Before parting, he said, "Little Prince, if you have anything to sell in the future, remember to find me. Money is not a problem as long as the item is genuine. I'm not stingy with money."

Yang Kang couldn't help but laugh. There weren't many people who could say this about antiques, but he could see that Mo Ming genuinely liked them. He immediately smiled, "Mr. Mo, if I have any ancient paintings to sell in the future, I'll definitely find you."

"Sure, sure, sure!" Mo Ming nodded repeatedly. He was very happy to have bought the "New Bamboo" painting by Wu Zhen today, and his mood was excellent.

After returning home, Yang Kang thought about the 12 million in his bank account and felt very happy. He had to call Fat Guo and tell him the good news.

Thinking of this, Yang Kang hurriedly took out his phone and called Fat Guo. Soon, the call was answered.

"Fatso, where are you?" Yang Kang hurriedly asked.

"What's up?" Fat Guo asked, "I'm in the countryside with my uncle, we have some business."

"I sold the painting you used to cover the wall. Send me your bank account number via text message, and I'll transfer the money to you," Yang Kang hurriedly said. He didn't need Fat Guo to be present to transfer the money; he just needed his bank account number.

"Can that thing be sold?" Fat Guo asked, "By weight?"

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