Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 109 Found it

I can't manage that much anymore...

The middle-aged man straightened up and stretched out his hand: "What's your surname?"

"Miangui, Li Ding'an, you can call me Xiao Li!"

"Oh, Xiao Li, my surname is Sun..."

Just as he was about to introduce himself, he didn't know what came to his mind, and he said, "Just call me Teacher Sun!"

Li Ding'an glanced at him: How can someone call a teacher when they come up?
Forget it, the teacher is the teacher...

He already guessed a little bit, but Li Ding'an pretended not to know: "Mr. Sun has anything to teach, just say it!"

"I can't talk about teaching!" Teacher Sun thought for a while, then pointed to the painting, "Can Xiao Li get out of this work by Fujiwara Lengzan?"

It’s all here now, how about returning to Fujiwara Lengshan?

Teacher Ni was talking to you just now, but you didn't hear it?

Li Ding'an couldn't hold back, and glanced at Mr. Xiang.

The old man was still smiling, and someone gave him a cup of tea, and he was sucking it vigorously in his hand, as if he was watching a play.

If that's the case, then I'm sorry...

Li Dingan nodded heavily: "Go!"

"Just do it!" Teacher Sun lifted his spirits and stretched out five fingers, "I paid so much!"

Li Ding'an counted: Got it, it's 50.

He shook his head: "Almost!"

"That 100!"

"Still almost!"

Hmm, or almost?

Mr. Sun is clearly the kind of person who has no experience in picking up leaks. After thinking for a while, he stretched out two fingers: "200 million!"

Li Ding'an was overjoyed immediately: Your bidding method is too sincere?
If you want to let go of the stall owners of Panjiayuan, you are so kind, he dares to give you [-] million, do you believe it or not?
But how do others know that there is another mystery in it?

Most people who know a little bit think: Li Dingan, this is... another good thing?

People who don't understand are thinking: Where did the eye bags come from?
What they suspected was not a thing: no matter how slow the reaction was, people could see that this painting was not simple.Otherwise, Sun Mingfang, who is the curator of the Art Creation Museum of Shanghai Chinese Academy of Painting, would not be so urgent.

What they suspected was Li Ding'an: his demeanor, as well as his "nearly" and "nearly close" tone, were very similar to those profiteers who "see money, but don't even know what their own things are worth, and only know that they want money"...

There was one who couldn't see it, and persuaded everyone with sincerity: "This...Boss Li, 200 million is a lot, and Fujiwara Rengzan's paintings are enough to buy fifty or sixty pieces..."

The words were still polite, but Li Dingan didn't respond, but just nodded.

Then came another one: "After passing this village, how can there be such a shop? Young man, the layout, the layout needs to be opened..."

Li Dingan laughed out loud, "Teacher, what's your surname, where do you get a job?"

The man froze for a moment, not knowing why he suddenly asked this.Someone next to him introduced: "This is Director Liu of the Fine Arts Department of Maritime University!"

"Oh..." Li Ding'an nodded, "Director Liu is in administration, right?"

As if being insulted, Dean Liu snorted coldly.

Although it is not as good as Sun Mingfang, let alone Xiang Zhiqing, but he is also a member of the National Art Association, okay...

Bullshit administration?
He choked and fell against the wall, forgetting what to say for a while.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Li Ding'an was lazy and caressed, and his tone was very serious: "Mr. Sun, if you really want it, don't think it's Fujiwara Lengzan's work!"

Teacher Sun's expression changed, and he asked after a long time, "If it's not Fujiwara Lengzan's work, whose work could it be?"

Li Ding'an thought for a while: "I can't say it directly, because you won't admit it! But Teacher Xiang must be clear, let alone 200 million, multiplying it by ten is not enough."

"Wow..."

The hall seemed to be boiling.

What is two million times ten?
Hey guys, a full 2000 million and not enough?
Thinking about it this way, Fujiwara Lengzan is nothing but an authentic work by Picasso...

Everyone was stunned.

No... Do you think this guy is crazy?

Guan Dehai thought for a long time, but he didn't think of the reason why Li Ding'an dared to speak so loudly. Subconsciously, he raised his head and saw He Anbang, Lu Benzhi and several librarians facing each other, forming a circle.

When he listened closer, his eyeballs almost popped out.

"Are you sure?"

"Nine times out of ten!"

"That 2000 million is really not high!"

"Of course, if the auction goes up, at least half of the price will be raised!"

"The problem is that there is no money? If we can find out the money, the increase will be more than half..."

Guan Dehai trembled: If the price can be increased by half, isn't that... 3000 million?

How much shrimp does Qi Baishi have?

They were auctioned just now, according to the auction, one was sold for 220 million yuan, a total of 520 pieces, and the transaction price was [-] million yuan. It was the card he held up for Chen Jingshu...

Similarly, Teacher Sun was also stunned, his expression froze on his face, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say?

This young man actually felt that... 2000 million is not enough?
It means that he has already seen the origin of this painting.

No wonder...the painting was on his hands?

With a heartbeat, he was about to speak, but Mr. Xiang waved his hand.

"Stop rambling... Do you really think you can pick up leaks in this kind of place?"

The old man smiled, gloating a little, and stood up again: "Li Ding'an, can you see if this works..."

After thinking about it, Xiang Zhiqing pointed at the painting: "Find out the money first, and then let's talk about the price!"

Li Dingan's eyes straightened.

If I can find it out, can I spend so much time with Mr. Sun?

I slapped the painting in front of his face: 3000 million, you can try a hair less?

Dazed for a moment, Li Dingan pouted, and leaned forward: "Are you always giving pointers?"

"Stop it!"

The old man glared, "Sun Mingfang is still my student, and I'll give him advice first... Besides, I'm going to put this painting in the collection of the Academy of Chinese Painting, so you have to look for it carefully. If you find it, the price is up to you..."

After a short pause, Xiang Zhiqing narrowed his eyes and smiled, "But, what if you can't find it? Hehe, up to 2000 million!"

I have a go?

Academy of Chinese Painting... Which Academy of Chinese Painting.

"Mr. Xiang... you are expensive... oh no... may I ask, your full name is..."

The old man smiled faintly: "Xiang Zhiqing!"

Li Ding'an was startled for a moment.

He had thought about it before, this should be the scholar-level expert Chen Jingshu mentioned, and he had also commented on him, saying that his appraisal ability was not inferior to Guan Dehai's.

But I didn't expect it to be this one?
Former vice president of the National Academy of Painting, vice chairman of the Artists Association, doctoral supervisor of the China National Academy of Arts, enjoys special government subsidies from the State Council...

No wonder they were surrounded by crowds, and even He Anbang and Lu Benzhi were reduced to foils?
In front of this person, both of them have to respectfully call Teacher...

Secretly, Li Ding'an took a breath: It was only a few minutes away, and it was insulated from this painting...

Correspondingly, the 1000 million is definitely not easy to earn.

"Professor Xiang, let me try first!"

He took a deep breath, looked around again, "Lu Yuan, can you lend me a magnifying glass?"

"Use mine!" The old man smiled and handed over the magnifying glass.

Li Ding'an was not polite, he said thank you, and took it.

Then, it was as if he had plunged headfirst into the painting and never raised his head again.

He knew that there was a mystery in the painting, and Professor Xiang also made it clear that it was the money, that is, Zhang Daqian's name. The question is, where is it hidden?
Li Dingan looked at it while thinking, from bottom to top, almost inch by inch:
There is no postscript, just a few words, it is clear at a glance...

There is nothing in the seal, "Fujiwara Lengshan", "Badeshanren", just these eight words, clearly...

Not on the ground, not on the feet, not on the body...

There is no gauze either...

Not even in the hair...

The lines in these places are extremely concise, and the coloring is not heavy, and it is also clear at a glance.

Then only... the face...

Hmm... on the face?
Li Ding'an's eyes lit up "suddenly": It seems... found it?

(End of this chapter)