Chapter 0104 – Painting Within a Painting (I)

“Dang …… dang …… dang”

The crisp ringing sound made by the hammers and the stone hitting each other traveled far out in the night.

However, when Zhuang Rui picked up the stone again, he was dismayed to find that the hammers had only left a few insignificant dents on the surface of the stone, and had not even knocked down a stone flake.

If this scene is a little understanding of gambling stone people see, will certainly laugh off the teeth, have not seen someone with a hammer want to smash out of the stone emerald, Zhuang Rui is also after several months, only to know their behavior now, is how much stupid and ridiculous.

Follow Zhuang Rui ran out of the door of the little white lion, some puzzled to look at their own master, obviously it can not understand, Zhuang Rui why will take a hammer to hit their own toys.

Picked up the stone on the ground, Zhuang Rui some worry, this thing should be the old saying, is the stone in the pit, and stinky and hard, for a time Zhuang Rui also take it no way, obviously, with a hammer to knock it open the idea, is impossible, Zhuang Rui at this time does not know. This world only for the gambling stone made by the stone cutting machine, there are more than a dozen models.

“Forget it, let’s find a grinding wheel to polish it in a few days!”

Greeted a white lion, Zhuang Rui went to the supermarket in front of the neighborhood, bought a few packs of cigarettes, went home, tomorrow’s matter is also quite a lot, the morning to follow the Song Jun to visit the master framer, the afternoon and Liu Chuan to build the mastiff garden of the site to see, I’m afraid that for the time being is not able to take care of these few stones.

Although in the stone found in the jade, but in Zhuang Rui’s heart, also did not take these stones as a matter of fact, as early as 2003, to say that diamonds are worth money, everyone understands, but for the emerald, but only some specific circles of people, only know the real value of the best emerald.

“Well, don’t make a fuss, this is up.”

Sleeping Zhuang Rui, suddenly his face felt wet. Opened his eyes to see, the little white lion is at the head of the bed, sticking out his tongue and licking himself, the small paw also grabbed the quilt and dragged it to the ground, and then looked out the window, the sky has already brightened up, Zhuang Rui looked at the cell phone at the head of the bed, it is already almost 7 o’clock, and hurriedly climbed up.

Since raising the white lion, Zhuang Rui’s life is back in regularity, every morning must take this little thing to run around, because this little thing is very understanding, never in the house to poop and pee, will hold it until the morning, go outside to solve the problem, and then Zhuang Rui also want to give it to prepare breakfast, usually with corn mush made of dog food, add a few dog calcium tablets, and so on after serving this little ancestor, Zhuang Rui has time to go to the scrub eating Early morning.

“Sorry, the number you dialed is empty, sorry, the number you dialed is empty.”

Preparing breakfast for the little white lion, sitting at the table and being drinking the rare rice cooked by his mom, Zhuang Rui’s phone rang, the little white lion’s ears snapped up and ran into Zhuang Rui’s room, carrying the phone over.

Approvingly rubbed the little guy’s fluffy head, Zhuang Rui picked up the phone from the white lion’s mouth. At a glance, it was Song Jun calling.

“Hey, Brother Song, didn’t we say nine o’clock?”

“Go earlier! The old gentleman called and said that he has a guest at 10 o’clock, let’s go there early, I’m on my way now, you live there on Zhongshu Street, right? Go to the intersection and wait for me, I’ll be there right away.”

Song Jun’s voice came out from the phone, Zhuang Rui hurriedly swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth, returned to his room, took the holster that contained the Li Duan Duan Diagram in his hand, gave a word to Zhuang mother, brought the little white lion and hurriedly descended the stairs.

“Go! Get in the car.”

Just walked to the intersection, a black Mercedes Benz sedan, stopped in front of Zhuang Rui, Song Jun lowered the window and greeted Zhuang Rui.

After pulling open the back door of the Mercedes first and letting the little white lion go up, Zhuang Rui sat on the passenger side and looked back. The back seat is sitting side by side with two little guys, dare to Song Jun also brought out the golden mastiff cubs.

“Hey, manage your one ah! This is not reasonable ah!”

Song Jun discovered through the rearview mirror, the little white lion once on the car, will be his little golden hair squeezed to the side, mouth also issued “oooh” threatening sound, suddenly greatly dissatisfied.

“White Lion, sit still.”

Zhuang Rui shouted at the back door, but the little guy pounced on Zhuang Rui from the middle of the seat, Zhuang Rui had no choice. It could only hold it.

“By the way, brother Zhuang, I’ll give you a word, the old man we’re going to see later, surnamed Fang, is a representative of Yangzhou framers, his hometown is Pengcheng, now it’s kind of a return of the leaves to their homes, come back to retirement, this old man is a little bit eccentric, the calligraphy and painting he valued, there is a possibility that he will help you to frame it free of charge, but if he can’t see the eye, how much money do you pay out, he doesn’t take care of you. Maybe on my face, may cope with you a little, but you are prepared to be slaughtered mentally ah! This old man’s soft knife is black!”

While driving, Song Jun gave Zhuang Rui an explanation, although he hadn’t looked at the painting in Zhuang Rui’s hand, but from the tone of his words, he could see that he wasn’t optimistic about the painting that Zhuang Rui had auctioned on the grassland black market.

“It’s okay, Brother Song, this painting is fine as long as I can change the shaft rod, whether it’s re-framed or not, it doesn’t matter, I’ve brought thirty thousand dollars, it should be enough, right?”

Zhuang Rui pretended a very casual look, casually replied, this Master Fang if really framing this line in the number of characters, naturally can see this painting in the cats and dogs.

“Your kid is quite willing to ah! Buy a painting is only a few thousand dollars, framing is ready to spend 30,000, will not want to turn around and find a big head to sell it?”

Song Jun spoke, the car has already driven to the outskirts of the city in the direction of the Turtle Mountain Han Tomb. This road has a lot of building materials market, Zhuang Rui see some market door is using chainsaw sawing wood, issued a very loud roar.

“Framed, I’ll sell it to someone else, Brother Song you don’t want to grab it!”

Zhuang Rui looked at the chainsaw, his mind seemed to think of something, casually bantering with Song Jun.

“Right, I can find that small manual cutter ah!”

Zhuang Rui in his heart cursed his own fool, in the vicinity of his family’s old mansion, there used to be a stone field, specializing in selling some stone carvings, that would Zhuang Rui often see some stone carving masters, with a small manual cutter, in the stone carvings of some of the more delicate parts of the treatment, think that thing, cut a stone should not be a problem!

“If Tang Pak Fu’s real works, I’m still a little interested, I tell you, Zhuang Rui, that “Li Duan Duan Tu”, but stay well in the Nanjing Museum, you this thing to stay on their own to see on the line, hanging out that is to be laughed at.”

Song Jun mouth said words, will car stopped, Zhuang Rui then know to the place, push open the door, holding the little white lion got out of the car.

“Zhuang Rui, leave the little white lion in the car, if Elder Fang agreed to help you with the framing, it is needed to be quiet, these two little things are too noisy.”

After hearing Song Jun’s words, Zhuang Rui comforted the little guy and stuffed it back into the car, then with the scroll in his hand, he and Song Jun walked towards a courtyard more than ten meters ahead.

This house of Grandpa Fang, is built in the urban and rural areas of Pengcheng, by the mountains and the water, in front of the courtyard there is also planted a row of willows, it is at the time of spitting green, into the courtyard, Zhuang Rui saw, in the courtyard planted two vegetable plots, an old man with white hair, is holding a hoe hoeing the ground!

“Grandpa Fang, your old body, still so tough!”

After Song Jun saw the old man, he hurriedly walked a few steps quickly and went forward to take the hoe from the old man’s hand.

“This brat, usually nothing comes, if something happens, you think of me, when I see old brother Song sometime, I will surely sue your brat, okay, okay, don’t show off fake tricks there.”

The old man looked at Song Jun pretending to hoeing, a foot kicked over, Song Jun did not even dare to hide, hard to use the buttocks to suffer this kick, Song Jun is also more than forty years old, but there is not the slightest embarrassment, face has always been smiling.

Zhuang Rui at this time to see the old man’s face, snow-white hair, rosy cheeks, the skin on the face is also very delicate, with crane hair to describe, by no means too much, at first glance, not at all like more than eighty years of age, just in that pair of eyes, from time to time, a trace of vicissitudes.

“Is your grandfather’s body alright?”

The old man nodded to Zhuang Rui and asked to Song Jun.

“Thanks to your old man’s blessing, grandpa’s body is also strong, when teaching my dad, his hands don’t mention how nimble, right, I went back to Beijing some time ago, grandpa also said to invite you to live at home for a period of time.”

“Do not go, here is quite good, buried bones do not have to mulberry outlet, where life is not green mountains, I left home for decades, is considered to have learned to return, this old bones, now can be buried back, is also considered good luck.”

The old man lamented, his eyes glanced towards the holster in Zhuang Rui’s hand, then asked, “It’s old brother Song who has found some treasure again, right? Go, go to the house and take a look.”

The old man’s footsteps were steady, and when he walked to the door, he shuffled his hands and led the duo into the living room, where a middle-aged woman in her forties, who looked like an old man’s nanny, came up and served a cup of tea to Song Jun and Zhuang Rui, then retreated.

“Bring it, I’ll take a look first.”

The old man was not as difficult as Song Jun said, after entering the room and drying his hands, he very quickly took the holster from Zhuang Rui’s hand, unzipped the zipper and took out the scroll inside.

“Come on, young man, help me open this painting.”

The old man probably took Zhuang Rui as Song Jun’s follower and threw over a pair of white gloves, signaling Zhuang Rui to put them on.

On that rectangular table in the living room, Zhuang Rui and Elder Fang each held one side of the shaft rod, spreading the painting to both sides, only the shaft had not yet been opened halfway, and on the old man’s face, he was already revealing an unhappy look.

“I say you little brat, such a thing, you also have the nerve to bring it to me for framing? Seeing that my old man is idle every day, come to amuse me isn’t it?”

Waiting until the scroll is completely unfolded, Master Fang is already full of anger, he has handled the real masterpieces of calligraphy and painting in his life, probably more than any other collector in the world, his eyesight is naturally extraordinary, and with a glance, he has already distinguished the authenticity of this painting.