Pick up bargains in Chinatown and make 10,000 times the profit at the beginning

Chapter 17: A Painting That Is Not a Good Samaritan
You read that right, it's a pile of poop.

Lin Yuan felt like cursing. He had only been here for three or four days, and he almost stepped in shit every time he went out. It was really hard to stay calm.

Even so, it is still praised as a free and civilized country! Such sanitary conditions cannot be compared with those of third- and fourth-tier cities in China.

Not to mention Lin Yuan, even Henry, a native of the country, was very disappointed with this city.

The city of San Francisco is surrounded by feces and garbage in some places, which is disgusting. What's even more shocking is that a lot of the feces does not come from dogs or other pets, but from humans.

To this end, San Francisco has also launched a software that allows people to mark the locations of poop on a map.

With this marking, the map of San Francisco is unreadable, it is completely surrounded by shit.

We always make fun of Indians, but the US is not much better. In addition to garbage, feces, etc., there are too many homeless people in the US. At night, they can be seen everywhere on the streets.

If you want to keep it simple, you can just lay down two sheets of newspapers. If you have better conditions, you can just build a tent.

The uncle and his wife cursed in a low voice.

Obviously, they were also disgusted. It was a terrible experience to travel here.

Lin Yuan and his friends walked around that thing and went to the next stall. Everyone did not stay and continued to move forward. In fact, Lin Yuan still paid attention to the treasure hunting instrument. There was no good stuff on that stall.

Soon the uncle stopped and looked at an ancient painting.

Lin Yuan extended his hand to the painting next to him.

The uncle was puzzled: "What's so good about this?"

Something fake at first glance.

Because the painting was of a giraffe, but it was labeled a Qilin. In Chen Shiquan's opinion, how could this be a Qilin? He even thought that the painting was a prank and a bit insulting to the intelligence of treasure hunters.

Henry was also full of doubts.

He had some knowledge of Chinese culture. The Qilin, like the dragon, was a mythical beast in ancient China.

Qilin was often used as a mascot in the government of ancient China. According to historical records, Emperor Wu of Han built the Qilin Pavilion in the Weiyang Palace and painted images of his meritorious officials.

In addition, the Qilin was also often used on officials’ court robes. For example, in the Qing Dynasty, the Qilin was used as an emblem on the patch of a first-rank official.

In the folk, people generally believe that praying to the Qilin can help them have children. People often compare their own children to the Qilin, calling them "Qilin'er" or "Lin'er". During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, people often called smart and cute boys "my family's Qilin" and so on.

However, the painting clearly shows a giraffe.

Is this still necessary?

Lin Yuan looked up at his uncle and motioned him to negotiate the price.

"Are you sure?" This was the first time that my uncle doubted Lin Yuan's vision.

Lin Yuan nodded: "OK."

Chen Shiquan had no choice but to start a fight with the stall owner. Both sides became angry and almost came to a fight.

The stall owner was a shrewd man. He knew at a glance that Lin Yuan liked his painting, so he naturally refused to sell it at a low price and asked for 20,000 US dollars. However, Chen Shiquan himself did not think highly of the painting and was unwilling to spend such a waste of money.

"Forget it then." Lin Yuan put down the Qilin picture and cooperated with his uncle.

This action gave Chen Shiquan a lot of confidence, and his face lit up: "Let's go and take a look ahead."

The stall owner's expression changed.

He also knew that the painting was a lie, with the title and content seriously inconsistent. Not to mention experts, novices and rookies probably wouldn't even look at it.

If Lin Yuan really leaves, this painting will end up in his hands.

He immediately softened his attitude and said, "Don't leave! We can negotiate the price. Ten thousand dollars is fine."

I've cut it in half, is that enough sincerity?

However, Chen Shiquan ignored him. Are you kidding me? You want to use "ten thousand" as the unit for street goods? You should close the stall early and go back to sleep! There are all kinds of things in the dream. "Hey, hey, hey! We can negotiate the optimization! 5000, 5000 is okay?"

"50, love or not."

"No, brother, I don't bargain like that. $50, what am I going to do? $2500 is really the lowest. Look at this picture, it's so well drawn!"

It would have been fine if the content of the painting had not been mentioned, but once this was mentioned, Chen Shiquan felt that the $50 was not worth it.

"As long as it's a picture of a giraffe, I'll accept it." My uncle was furious.

The stall owner immediately shut up, knowing full well that there were so many flaws in the painting that he was powerless to complain about.

“Add some more!”

At this time, the stall owner's cell phone rang, and the ringtone was "We are all trying hard to live", which was very appropriate for the current scene.

"Hey! Son... What? Not enough to spend again? You have to spend sparingly. It's not easy for dad to make some money selling things at the stall..."

Although Lin Yuan and the others didn't hear everything, they roughly understood what was going on.

Chen Shiquan finally softened his heart and said nothing more, and gave the other party $2500.

Even the uncle who was still unsure about the painting asked how much it cost. The stall owner wanted $5000, and the uncle didn't bargain and paid readily.

The stall owner thanked them profusely, probably because his son had just said something urgent on the phone, so he hurriedly packed up his stall and soon disappeared from under the eyes of Lin Yuan and the others.

The uncle smiled bitterly: "I haven't seen it yet, forget it, let's just do a good deed!"

Uncle: "Brother, your painting is definitely better than the one my nephew picked."

Lin Yuan: “…”

He felt that he needed to explain.

"Uncle, you don't know this. In the Ming Dynasty, giraffes were considered unicorns."

Everyone knows about Zheng He's voyages to the West. It is said that once Zheng He brought back a legendary beast - the Qilin.

That’s right! It’s a giraffe.

After Zheng He brought this "divine beast" back to China, it immediately attracted onlookers.

At that time, many experts made inferences based on the appearance and shape of the mythical beast, and finally concluded that it was the legendary mythical beast Qilin.

Zhu Di was overjoyed and immediately asked the Hanlin Academy to paint a picture for him.

Thus, the "Qilin Picture" came into being.

To be honest, a giraffe has deer horns, tiger eyes, an elk body, and a tail similar to that of a cow. Except for the lack of a lion head and dragon scales, and a longer neck, the rest of the giraffe is pretty consistent with a unicorn.

Hearing Lin Yuan's words, my uncle and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

Huh? There is such a thing?
Even the audience in the live broadcast room were surprised. They never expected that the giraffe would be mistaken for a unicorn by the people of the Ming Dynasty.

"We think this is ridiculous now because we know it is a giraffe. If we had never seen a giraffe, we would probably make random guesses, right?" Lin Yuan spoke for the ancients.

"So, this is a painting from the Ming Dynasty?" asked my uncle.

Lin Yuan pointed to the signature on the painting and said, "This is the signature of Lü Ji, who was a court painter during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty."

Inscription, also known as signature, title, painting inscription, and calligraphy, refers to writing the year and month, signing the name, pseudonym, and stamping the seal on the calligraphy and painting works.

Some inscriptions also record the hometown, age, reason for painting, etc. If the work is given as a gift, the recipient's name, title, as well as polite and humble words must also be written. The content and format vary greatly.

Seeing Lin Yuan talking so eloquently, the uncle couldn't help but be convinced.

　Please collect the new book!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)