Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 107 Why is this painting in your hand?

When I opened my eyes, it was already three strokes in the sun.

The window was half open, the gauze curtain shook slightly, and the warm wind blew in slowly.

Li Ding'an touched his forehead, his hand was sweating.

It's only March, and it's already this hot in Shanghai?

Waking up, taking a bath, and washing your hands is another day full of energy and refreshment.

It was close to eleven o'clock, and the auction in the morning was coming to an end, so there was no need to go.

Li Dingan thought for a while, put on his clothes and went downstairs, wandering into the Chinese restaurant.

Just after ordering two dishes and one soup, the phone buzzed again.

It was a text message from Chen Jingshu: Did you choose the collection that Logan promised?

He was stunned.

Really forgot?
First Zhang Daqian's painting, then the piggy bank, and then he fought with Yang Guangxin, and he stumbled so busy that he was thrown out of the sky...

Li Ding'an replied with three words: Not yet.

"I'll see you then!"

He replied, and there was no more sound.

Li Dingan looked at the phone and thought for a few seconds.

It is estimated that she saw something good.

Do you want to take a look?
Let’s do the same thing, eat as much as you can, let’s understand Zhang Daqian’s paintings first.

Well, let's go after dinner...

Li Dingan was in a turmoil, resolved the battle in 10 minutes, and then reached the seventh floor.

This floor is specially designed for collections that failed to be auctioned. There have been only two auctions, but hundreds of collections have already been placed inside.It can be seen that the turnover rate of this spring auction is not too high.

After taking a look, Li Dingan went to the calligraphy and painting area, and the pair of "Lovers Out of the Bath" was quietly hanging in the showcase.

The cabinet door is unlocked, so you can access it casually, but it is not necessary.

What needs to be seen has already been seen, and what needs to be tested has already been measured. The information given by the system is only so much, and it is useless to touch it.

So where is the mystery?
Li Dingan still had no idea.

While thinking about it, he felt someone approaching him, and he turned his head subconsciously.

Mr. Qiu smiled all over his face: "Mr. Li didn't go to the venue?"

"I got up late, I missed it!"

Mr. Qiu didn't say anything, but just gave a thumbs up.

After thinking about it, I realized that he was praising himself for his good attitude: In this morning's show, stamps and manuscripts will be auctioned, but he didn't even take a look at it?
There is really no need to watch it, Li Dingan is very confident that none of the three items will be unsold, and the rest is just a matter of more shots and fewer shots...

Turning his thoughts around, he pointed to the paintings in the showcase: "Mr. Qiu, do such unsold works have to go to the second auction?"

"Yes, since you are participating in the shooting, you must complete the process!"

Mr. Qiu replied, and asked strangely, "Ms. Li is also interested in this painting?"

Why do you say "also"?
Li Dingan's eyelids twitched slightly: "Oh, I'm just curious, the painter is quite good!"

"Mr. Li has good eyesight. This painting is indeed a masterpiece in terms of overall artistic conception. It's a pity that there are too many works handed down from Fujiwara Lengshan..."

After a short pause, Mr. Qiu smiled again, "However, a guest said this morning that this painting is a bit like the style of Dafengtang..."

Isn’t Dafengtang the studio founded by Zhang Daqian?
Look, for such a big auction, there must be a few experts. It's only been a night, so people have discovered the clues?
Fortunately, there are many disciples of Zhang Daqian, and there are several famous painters who inherit his mantle and have a similar style of painting. It may be for this reason that this guest did not expect that this is Zhang Daqian's work.

"Don't tell me, there is indeed a little..." He asked calmly, "Mr. Qiu, what happens after that?"

"After that? The customer said he wanted to buy it directly, and even offered 50 yuan, but it didn't conform to the procedure, so we rejected it! It is estimated that he will definitely come during the second auction..."

Li Dingan's heart skipped a beat.

50?
How much did the paintings of Hu Ruosi and He Haixia, the most outstanding disciples of Zhang Daqian, sell for?
It can be seen from this that in all likelihood, the guest has already thought of...no, not thought of it, but has already confirmed with great confidence that this is Zhang Daqian's work.

So, what are you waiting for?
It's really going to be on the second auction, God knows what price it will be...

Li Ding'an thought for a while, then let out a sigh of relief: "Mr. Qiu, President Logan promised to give me a collection, you know about that, right?"

"I know, of course I know, if the starting price is less than one million, you can choose whatever you want, Mr. Li..."

In the middle of speaking, Mr. Qiu's voice stopped abruptly, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes began to roll.

He looked at Li Ding'an, and then at the paintings in the cabinet, as if he couldn't believe it: "Mr. Li is referring to... this one?"

"Yes, I don't know if it's okay?"

Suddenly, Mr. Qiu felt a toothache.

For this painting, Li Ding'an is already the second guest who came here today.

Based on his professional sensitivity, he could guess that this painting is not simple, and Li Ding'an is so obvious?
Let's talk about Li Ding'an's eyesight... Mr. Qiu said that he has already had a painful realization...

So according to common sense, it is definitely not possible, and 90.00% of the time, the auction should be withdrawn, and then a thorough research should be done.

But when it was Li Ding'an's turn, Mr. Qiu really couldn't refuse.

Not to mention the pre-existence of Xieyi, not to mention the previous vats, paintings, and seals, just talking about the phoenix crown yesterday, Su Fubi has to accept Li Ding'an's great favor...

In an instant, he made a decision and nodded heavily: "Okay, of course..."

After a short pause, Mr. Qiu asked again in a low voice: "Mr. Li, isn't this painting the work of Fujiwara Lengzan?"

of course not.

But definitely can't say now...

"I'm not sure yet, I have to study it!"

Li Ding'an was ambiguous, and pointed to the painting again, "Boss Qiu, can I take it away now?"

This time, Mr. Qiu became more certain, with a bitter face, but squeezed a smile: "Yes, of course..."

There are staff in the venue, and the painting is wrapped up in just 10 minutes.

He simply signed a gift agreement, and then broke up with Mr. Qiu.Li Ding'an promised: If the mystery of the painting is solved that day, he must be notified.

Hearing this sentence, Mr. Qiu handed over the painting.

After receiving the transparent acrylic box, Li Ding'an breathed a sigh of relief: he was almost snatched away...

Fortunately, the things are in hand, and the next step is to study slowly.

Well, you can also ask researchers from the National Museum and the Forbidden City to help, maybe you can find some clues...

Li Ding'an thought to himself, going back to his room first, and thinking about it by himself.

I was too engrossed in my thoughts, so I didn't notice that a lot of people rushed in.He raised his head when he heard someone calling him.

Then stunned.

Nearly NO.20 people, surrounded by an old man with gray hair, entered the hall.He doesn't know the old man, but Li Ding'an should not be too familiar with the people who accompany him.

He Anbang, Lu Benzhi, Chen Jingshu, Yang Guangxin, as well as staff from the National Museum and the Forbidden City, etc.And people like Guan Dehai and Lin Bojun don't even have the qualifications to join them, so they are all at the bottom of the list?

Good guy, is this the stars and the moon?
Just as he was secretly amazed, the old man stopped, and the people around him could only stop too.

Then, he looked at the empty showcase, then at the box in Li Ding'an's hand, and frowned: "Young man, why is this painting in your hands?"

(End of this chapter)