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

Chapter 44: Auction
Arriving in Chinatown, Alex handed the work he brought to Lin Yuan and hurried back. He wanted to spend more time with his parents and daughter before he went to China.

Afterwards, Henry and Paul helped move the paintings upstairs and said goodbye to Lin Yuan.

In the living room, there was a rustling sound. This was Lin Yuan filling in the address and number on a piece of paper. He planned to mail the fans' paintings back today.

At this time, the slightly tipsy Chen Shiquan opened the door and came in. Seeing so many things piled up in the living room, he thought he had walked into the wrong door, so he went back out to confirm the house number.

"That's right! But there are more of them for no reason..." Chen Shiquan said to himself.

Chen Shiquan suddenly slapped the back of his head: Oh no! Damn! Could it be that my nephew was cheated?
He looked around and didn't see Lin Yuan, so he called out, "Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan..."

"Uncle, I'm here." Lin Yuan raised a hand from behind a pile of paintings.

Chen Shiquan pointed at the paintings and asked, "What are these?"

Lin Yuan smiled and explained: "These are paintings, prepared to be mailed to fans."

"Is it such a big deal?" Chen Shiquan said with a bit of heartache.

He knew that Lin Yuan would occasionally give gifts to fans in the live broadcast room, but giving away forty or fifty paintings at a time would definitely cost a lot of money! To be honest, he couldn't bear to do that.

"Among these works, only five paintings were given by me as gifts to my brothers in the live broadcast room, and the rest were bought by them with their own money."

"Why? These paintings..." Chen Shiquan asked puzzledly.

I told you to go out and have fun, but you helped others do the shopping. I'm almost scared to death by you!
Lin Yuan then told Chen Shiquan the whole story.

At this moment, Chen Shiquan finally put his worries to rest. Although he usually looked unreliable, his concern for Lin Yuan was real. Otherwise, he would not have asked Lin Yuan to come out and fight with him when he had no better way out.

In fact, Chen Shiquan just wanted to keep Lin Yuan by his side and take care of him as much as possible.

After hearing the last part, Chen Shiquan was shocked and all the drunkenness disappeared: "What? You picked up a famous painting worth more than a million dollars! Where is it? Let me see it!"

When my uncle received the masterpiece by Jackson Pollock, his mind was a mess. To him, it looked like a piece of graffiti.

He couldn't help but wonder: Is this really a painting by a celebrity?

Lin Yuan explained at the right time: "The signature is here!"

"Xiao Yuan, what are you going to do with this painting?" Chen Shiquan asked Lin Yuan.

After all, this painting belongs to Lin Yuan, so I have to ask Lin Yuan's opinion first.

"It's up to you!" After saying that, Lin Yuan buried his head in writing again.

"That!"

Since his nephew trusts him so much, what else can he say? Try to sell it at a good price!

Of course! The premise is that the painting is authentic.

Chen Shiquan knew his own limitations and thought that his appraisal skills were definitely not enough to determine the authenticity of the painting. Lin Yuan had only been in the industry for too short a time and did not have a solid foundation, so how high could his appraisal skills be?

Chen Shiquan went out again with the painting in his hand. He planned to go to Uncle De's shop and ask Uncle De to help him check whether the painting was authentic.

When he arrived at Debaozhai, he saw Uncle De was there, so Chen Shiquan hurried forward to greet him.

Uncle De pinched his nose and said dissatisfiedly: "You are drinking again in broad daylight, can you be more serious..."

It feels a bit like being disappointed in someone.

Chen Shiquan, who was drunk, smiled awkwardly and felt a little regretful in his heart: he was in too much of a hurry to come out and should have changed his clothes first, because he had been told many times by Uncle De about drinking during the day.

"Tell me! What do you want from me?"

"Let Uncle De help look at something."

Uncle De said angrily, "Could it be that you picked it up from the street stall just now? I don't have the time for that."

"This was picked up by my nephew." "Lin Yuan?" Uncle De asked in surprise, "Then bring it over to me."

After a while, Uncle De discovered a clue, found the signature in the painting, and examined it carefully for a while.

"It should be true."

Uncle De was not 100% sure that he was not mistaken. After all, he was not interested in calligraphy and painting, especially Western paintings.

Collectors know that when someone says he collects something, it just means he is good at this kind of appraisal. But in the antique world, many things are interlinked. The more you see and touch, the more you can draw inferences from one instance, and even if you are not good at antiques, you can still have a good appraisal ability.

"As long as it's true!" Chen Shiquan simply omitted the word "should".

"You should sell this painting, right?"

Chen Shiquan nodded: "Uncle De, what suggestions do you have?"

“I suggest sending it for auction.”

Sending for auction means sending it to auction.

"Send it for auction? But I don't know anyone in the auction company." As he spoke, Chen Shiquan glanced at Uncle De.

Of course he knew that an auction was the best option.

Uncle De said angrily: "Okay, I'll help you contact them."

After saying that, Uncle De took out his cell phone and dialed a number in front of Chen Shiquan.

"Hello! Ryan, I have a Jackson Pollock painting here, are you interested?"

"What? Jackson Pollock?" A shocked and unbelievable voice came from the other end of the line.

Uncle De repeated, "Yes, Jackson Pollock's paintings, are you interested?"

"Of course I'm interested! I happen to be in San Francisco and will be there right away." Before hanging up the phone, there was a sudden "pop" sound, as if something fell to the ground and broke.

Uncle De explained to Chen Shiquan that Ryan was an appraiser at Christie's auction house's New York office.

After meeting by chance, we kept in touch because we got along well and had collaborated several times.

In the antique world, Christie's is a well-known name.

Christie's auction house was founded in 1766, in the middle of the reign of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. It has a history of more than 250 years. It is one of the world's leading auction companies and is headquartered in London, UK.

It mainly auctions high-end goods such as artworks, antiques, jewelry, etc. It has offices in many countries and regions around the world, and large international auction centers in New York, London, Paris and Geneva.

Christie's holds several major auctions every year, attracting buyers and sellers from all over the world.

In addition, Christie's auction house also provides a series of supporting services such as identification, valuation, and exhibitions to provide collectors and investors with all-round support.

"Leave the painting here for now, and go back and change your clothes. You stink so much. You have no shame, but I still have some!" After hanging up the phone, Uncle De drove Chen Shiquan away.

Chen Shiquan smiled awkwardly and hurried back.

After arriving home, seeing him rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Lin Yuan asked him, "Uncle, what are you looking for?"

"Change your clothes."

Lin Yuan: “…”

He had seen his uncle's clothes and found that none of them were decent. He could wear any one of them when begging and it wouldn't look out of place.

"Uncle, go buy some clothes when you have time!" he advised.

(End of this chapter)